I was back where I lived in Maryland and I went out into the living room and Chris Pohl from Terminal Choice/Blutengel was there standing by the couch talking to some people so I walked over to him and stood there and he was talking to my friend ben and he looked at me and I just said "chris, my man!" or something like that and reached out to shake his hand and he smirked and just lightly swung his hand across mine and sat down and I sat beside him and we were watching random people in the dining room and laughing at them ’cause we thought they were being stupid and one of my cats hopped on my lap and he started to pet her for a bit and she jumped down and he took a picture of her but it wasnt on his camera.
Then next thing I know is we’re sitting in his limo and ben keeps trying to talk to chris about something ’cause the windows were cracked ’cause he was having a smoke and ben tried to climb through an open window and chris had me wind the window up on him
Next thing I know is I was taking the trash out at the tailer I used to live in and this random girl showed up with a lawnmower and needed help to push it to her trailer which was 3 down from mine and offered me a bandaid and a ciggerette if i helped so i said yes and we walked to her house without the lawnmower and she only gave me a bandaid so i took a ciggerette off her little sister and walked back to my trailer and when I got there my coven’s council was there and i went in to see them and they were like "you had a strawberry lolipop!" and im like "so?" and they said "and you had a watermellon and another strawberry one! whats next?!" and im just standing there like "..ummm?" and they said they knew I smoked and im like "umm..right?" and they took my back into my parents’ room and showed me all the tobacco that showed up on only the mirrors (except for the bottoms for some reason) even though I never smoked back there and I went back out there and I hit one of them with a half-full trashbag and she told me I was a danger to myself and to the coven and that I was no longer needed in it so I called them corrupt pricks and hit them with the trashbag again.
Then I took the trashbag out and there was this mexican dude I remember having a dream about before who he said he was my step-dad’s brother (but he doesn’t have a brother) and he said he needed to talk to him and i said he wasnt there so he left like pissed off ’cause his job he was doing didnt work or something and when i took the trash bag out to the curb I saw he went down to the house that the girl lived and i was like "..crap" and ran back inside our gate and ran up on the porch and he was holding a black small revolver over the top of the fence saying he was the police and that I killed some guy and that I was no longer needed and started to shoot at me.
But the one thing that bothers me most about him was that whenever he referred to me, he always called me "the one with wings."

Any input about this dream would be appriciated.
Thank you and Blessed be.