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My dream was about some sort of plague or apocalpyse that had changed society as we know it. I can remember 4 parts of the dream 1. My group is staying in an abandoned house. I have a small backpack of stuff, and I'm packing it up while talking with other people in my group 2. My group is at a large cave. I see a little kid try to commit suicide by drinking detergent. This is the second time he's tried to do this. I stop him before he swallows more than a mouthful. I go out of the cave and see the group's doctor sitting at a white folding table. She is talking to a girl about how just because there's a lot of sickness doesn't mean she can give out free tissues. I ask the doctor whether I need to do anything else for the boy, and she says no. 3. I'm at a sandstone river gorge on the banks of a river that rushes over big rocks. I am talking with my little sister on the phone, and she says that her group cannot find much water and is rationing what they have and going thirsty. 4. I am in a car with my sister, who has joined my group. We are on a steep mountain road in the dark - maybe the Sawteeth at Yellowstone. A group of motor cycles pass by - only one motorcycle has working lights. I say that in the darkness, a motorcycle could be mistaken for a monster and shot.

The dream began with me waking up to a text message on my phone, I wake up and scroll through the notification centre to see a text message from my instructor Ms. Maryam (Interior Design instructor at the time of the dream). The text message said, “I need to see you in my office today”. I jumped out of fear thinking why would she want to meet me after the final exam is over. To understand why she wanted to see me I open banner to check my final grades and surprisingly the final grade was not uploaded, which made me feel more anxious. I wake up and get ready immediately wondering why she wanted to meet me. I wear a blue abaya and a white scarf, and leave for the bus. I remember falling asleep as soon as I go in the bus. I wake up when we reach the university and I feel my heart beating fast. As I get down the bus and as I get closer to her office, I could feel my heart beating faster and faster. I reach near her office and see her office is open, I pray to Allah to make things easy for me, and take a minute to calm myself and knocked her door. I see Ms. Maryam looking at me in a weird way, she looked different than what she usually looks like, she had the same face but she looked shorter, and long arms. She had a pink coat with flower patterns and was wearing blue jeans. She tells me to take a seat, I felt shivers going through my spine. She asks me if I checked banner for the final grade, and I tell her I did and the grade was not uploaded yet. She looked sad and says, “it is because you didn’t get a good grade”. You received an F. She goes on to tell me about her having so much of high expectations on me and it is just not my failure, it is hers too as an instructor. I began tearing up and wake up from my dream.

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 was in my house with the families of the hockey team is was on and we were playing board games in my moms kitchen and we took a break then we decided to go to a lot across the road to play board games we got a little creeped out at first because there was a really old guy dressed in all white clothing and he was wearing a white mask and then we decided to play boardgames anyway and then this talI white guy in a clown costume walked up and he looked scary and then this guy came up he was wearing all red and was wearing a red mask on and he was really fat and like they just started walking around in circles around us and we got really scared so I pushed the fat guy down the hill but he landed on my mom and almost took her down but then we ran away and went into my house and then we told Stephanie we said we have to Go and we all started running towards my house but I don’t know what happened to Stephanie and her son and me and my mom made it in my house we locked all the doors and like shut all the windows and we looked out there and the clown and the fat guy were walking around I don’t know what happened to the white guy and then we were there and I decided to look out the window again and then they were in the back of the house so I decided to go look and they were hiding behind the brick building and I decide to go get a knife from the garbage can and I fell and went the wrong way and it took me a long time and they start running after me I luckily made it up the stairs and in my house and we locked all the doors then we went into my room and we were in a cubbyhole we locked the door behind us we hid in the back and I woke up

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