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I was in a truck with my sister and brother in law and thier family . We were headed to a bridge at a very high speed and the bridge I could see was kind of narrow one way bridge.my sister and I were scared and started to tell my brother in law to slow down as all of us thought that we could go over the bridge and fall into the water. It's so funny as my brother in law passed away back in 2015. But the way that I saw him was like he had druck to much and he was falling and being crazy.

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It started with Grace, Gina, Sierra and I wearing these red helmets that had clear face shields that came down over our faces and we were wearing black suits. I think to protect us from the wind. We were up high in the air on the wing of a plane over Boston. We jumped off the wing of the plane and we were skydiving but we weren’t falling, we were just hovering next to the plane and we would fly over what looked like the streets of Boston and then we would go back and sit on the wing and then go again and again and again. The wing of the plane was like a break spot from flying. Then we were doing stuff like putting our feet up to the sky and our head to the ground. Throughout the dream it felt like I was falling in my sleep except when we were sitting on the wing of the plane. Then all of the sudden we were on the ground and we ran to a college tour that we were going to be late for if we didn’t run. The street we were running on wasn’t pavement either, it was really nice black tile.

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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.

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