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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.

It felt like a few years had passed in the dream. We were heading our way to a sort of construction site. Again none of this will make any full sense. It was a dream. It seems as thought we hadn't seen each other in a long span of time. I didn't mind helping you out or being part of the ride. Various topics were discussed. I was there to help you move what looked like bookshelves at this site because you already had a plan in mind. So, for whatever reason, seeing I had my phone (I recognized the lockscreen's photo) I placed it unlocked on what looked like a nearby dresser; essentially freeing my hands completely to move the empty furniture. We were kicking ass until -maybe- the second shelf. Trying to see the environment around me, there was a small puddle to my left. Yet as I had missed my step, you reminded me to be careful "Don't do anything stupid." Well that advice you gave didn't last long as I had slipped into the now what seemingly transformed into a lake and I was pulled under. You reacted with haste, jumping right in. All I could think of during that process was "Really? Again with this?" My leg was trapped. You somehow got it free and pulled me to the surface. I could see myself laying there for a moment You said one word. "Yuki" Like it was perhaps a name or something you called me? My only thought I had was that it was Japanese. Nothing else was really said. I got to my feet and I grabbed my phone.

Driving an all terrain vehicle with my two dogs. There had been a recent heavy rain and trees were down, there were mudslides and rock slides. It was in spring, and the trees had new leaves. Water was dripping everywhere. I stopped at a crossroads, near a tiny store. My dogs jumped out with me and began to wander around. A truck stopped, and two redneck men got out. One man took a shovel and violently beat my gentle little dog to death. I ran to my dog but I knew I was too late.

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