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I'm in an airport with a man I know and find attractive, I walk away from him to talk to another person and when I return he's gone, hiding from me and I find him staring at me through the window of a walk in freezer. He jumps out and kisses me. I suddenly end up on an airplane with an old school friend and she tells me we are going to Scotland then says she is joking and that we are going to California and I start panicking because I am supposed to be on a trip with the man I was with. We end up back together living in a series of different situations.

I was going on a journey; to where I don’t know, and found myself at the airport. Just before I presented myself to the check-in desk I felt an annoying lump on the bridge my nose; slightly to the left hand side... like a plook. So I trudged off to the nearest mirror for a look, and discovered the shocking truth. This was no pimple, zit, spot or suppuration of pus that had grown like a mountain to the surface of my skin. Nor was this a teenage bout of acne waiting to be compressed between my pinched thumb and forefinger, exuding a lava that resembled the contents of a squeezy bottle of mustard. But what was it? I had to look closer..... A miniature flower had taken root and bloomed through the surface of my earthly pore. Like a daisy gently bristling in a grassy meddow, the pollen scented aroma of summer surrounded by silken petals bloomed in colour and vibrancy. I began to pick off the petals one by one only to find hidden under each an angry wasp buzzing with rage and torment, including the Queen who sat under the petal at the top of the flower pointing north at 12 o’clock. For fear of being stung I couldn’t touch anymore and had to leave any future ‘weeding’ until after my flight. As my flight landed I found myself in Windsor and a new job. I was working for another Queen, this time Elisabeth I of Scotland and II of England. My job was to help with the smooth running of the upcoming Royal Wedding of Harry and Meghan. The job didn’t last and I soon found myself unemployed. Handing back in my Royal page-boy type uniform, consisting of plus fours, white tights, buckled shoes and a thrilly laced shirt, I returned to Mexico. Dejected, starving and struggling for cash I decided, upon advice from a friend, to become self-employed and was soon earning a pittance gift wrapping souvenirs purchased by tourists for their loved ones at home. It wasn’t enough though and my meagre earnings barely stretched to buying a plate of taco soup, rice and beans. But In a weird twist of fate my dream morphed into a strange success story – like the American dream I tweaked my business and moved it lock, stock and two smoking barrels to a gay nightclub. I was now offering a naked gift wrapping service and was rolling in the money.

I am watching a scary movie with my son and a very old woman who i think is the owner of the house we are in. We turn it off at a certain point each time where there is a ghost of a young girl in a very dark doorway with a very old door, she is wearing a victorian style white gown. The old lady then stars showing us around the house its dark and old. She goes into one of the rooms before us and goes silent. My son seems worried for her, then she comes out of the dark bedroom, stares at us then drops to the floor into the foetal position staring at the floor humming in a horrible continuous tone. Somehow i feel that i need to get out of the building before she stops making that noise else there will be trouble. So i'm hurrying down the stairs getting my sons coat and shoes on and when we get down the stairs and too the front door we run out of it slamming the door but something gets caught and i hear creaking behind it so i let go of my son and tell him not to move. i open the door trying to move whats in the way i manage it and shut the door, but its as if i am kneeling right to the floor because the door handle's high up and my two year old son is taller than me. i breather a breath of relief then turn around and its a normal sunny hot day everything seems fine, my son and i walk down the road over a roundabout then down another road which at one side has a set of three high rise flats and a play area in front of them, this area is like a mix of my current town, Wick, Caithness, Scotland and Walsall, England. I decide my son can have a go on the swings but as we go up to them my son starts pointing at the second from the top flat on the right hand side worried saying mummy is a sad and scared way, then my vision zooms in on the balcony of the flat and there are two or three men in high visibility vests facing towards the flat, they are all bald. Again i feel worried and scared as if were in danger and pick my son up and run from there, then i call my husband and start explaining what happened and that i'm really scared and he panics and says 'tell me where you are, were leaving we need to get out of here, i'm coming to get you'. then i wake up.

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