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I was driving down a highway at night time. a motorcycle suddenly swerved in front of me. there were two people on the motorcycle. there was another vehicle in front of the motorcycle. the motorcycle started to swerve on the road but in its lane then it suddenly hit the car in front of it.i stopped my car. i saw the passenger of the motorcycle fly in the air doing somersaults as it returned to the ground, it was a women the driver a man of the motorcycle jumped on top of the women a was strangling her he then looked up and saw me watching he lept to his feet and started running towards me

I left my husband and children at his work and went to run some errands. I called my husband on my way back to let him know I was on my way. His speech was very garbled and I couldn't understand what he was saying. When I got to his work he was waiting with the children. We both had cars, so the kids went with him and he was going to follow me. I was on the street and he was in the parking lot, so he was driving parallel to me looking for a place to exit. I lost him, and pulled over to the side of the road to wait. I got out of the car and locked it. I saw up the street a friend who was the one who introduced me to my husband. He was having trouble with his car. Some kids were crashing a drone into the back of it. I went to him and smacked the drone to the ground and pointed at the kids to let them know I knew where they were. I then returned to my car and found that it had been stolen. This was very upsetting and confusing because I knew I had locked it. I got my phone to call my husband to tell him my car had been stolen. I couldn't get my phone to work and began taking it apart to see what was wrong with it. A girl I didn't know came over and tried to help by dumping oil into it. I didn't know if it was ruined. I became so upset I woke up.

I was working at a convenience/dollar store like Dollar Tree. Mark came in and began to harass me. He was mad because he wanted Gigi. He would do a sort of cycle: come inside, pester me, leave, return, repeat. Finally fed up I took him by the neck and escorted him to the front of the store. Before I reached the manager I released him and pretended I never touched him. I explained to the manager what happened, leaving out the part about my assault and battery of a customer, and that I wanted to file a report. Without even hearing my story or meeting Mark they seemed to take his side almost immediately. Sad and angry I went back to work. Later on Mark returned. This time he followed me around the store. As I was walking away and trying to ignore him he ran up beside me, swearing. I saw that he had a kitchen knife. I became afraid. He grabbed my arm and I tried to remove the knife. But I was unsuccessful. He inflicted several cuts before I was able to remove the blade from his hand. At that exact moment a cop approached us. Believing I had inflicted the wounds on myself, the cop was going to take me to a psych ward. Terrified, I ran out of the store I was working at and into a large grocery store that was dimly lit and appeared abandoned. I ran until I reached the entrance to a secret strip club in the back; my plan was to run through here and find an exit that led out to a back alley. The two women who headlined in this private grocery store gentleman's club were somehow personal friends of mine. They were middle-aged black women who looked like long time drug users, and one of them I owed money

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.

In my dream, I was in a house that had white walls, a small white room and white pillars. I was in the small room with a man I know but do not remember who it was. There was a table there. He was seated at the table. He told me something I do not remember the words but feel it was a negative tone. I left. Then returned to get my truck keys. They were in an white plastic bin, in a white mantel with a white wall. I picked up my keys. I only had my trick key. Wondering where the the rest if them were. I was met by Howard Stern. Who was not happy with me. He told me I could get my truck from impound. In a manner that suggested he knew he could do this to me and did not care about it or how I felt about it. His face was not angry. His expression was one of blankness. I took my key and then I woke up.

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