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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.

You decide you're going to throw a little party at your house like a BBQ and you invite all your friends and some coworkers. Its a big get together between your friends and lizs. Anyways, its a good party and everyone is having fun. As the afternoon goes on however I start to come to the conclusion im the black sheep and the butt of all your friends jokes, im talking immediate friends not coworkers, so I play along and play nice tell one of them calls me an Ignoramus because of my opinion on the laws involving merry-Jane. So a few of these people start coming after me and the conversation seems to turn hostile. Well I turn for support from you and you have completely sided with these folks and have all agreed im just an idiot who knows nothing and is obviously half way retarded. Well im pretty peeved but then it gets really personal because in my dream you state "well guys dont be to harsh, he is not as educated as us after all and what he is getting his degree in is basically a glorified P.E teacher". I was so so pissed in my dream I told you to suck a dick and when I was leaving everyone was like yeah you're right Rochelle and he is so dumb he can only react with aggression because he has no other emotions he can understand.

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I had a dream that I was doing dishes and I heard a scream from my daughter’s room she is 11 with special needs so I go to run to her room and she had her pink and purple leotard on and had one leg over the window she had pushed the screen out on accident and was trying to get it. I ran in and tried not to be startled and she fell I ran down the stairs and screamed someone call 911. I couldn’t wake myself up. So I am down there and I take my shirt off and tell people not to move her and the paramedics came she was alive but part of her spine broke through her back, and she had a gash on her head and needed a bunch of surgery. I layed in the gurny with her face down on me and I was crying and I couldn’t wake myself up I was pacing in the waiting room and the dr came out and said everything went well but I kept going back to her falling and I couldn’t wake up finally I woke up ran to her room and just kissed her and hugged her I couldn’t go back to sleep. I was freaking out and still am. It was so real. After I was able to wake up I kept trying to fall back to sleep and kept going back to her falling over and over again.

It was the day before and I was getting ready for a dance recital. I was super excited and I was getting makeup and bringing pretty clothes and everything. The next morning, my mom took me to a cafe to get me cozy before the recital. We were in a big hurry then because we were going to be late and then when I got there, I was tardy but the dance hadn't started yet. I still had time so I was relieved. Then a fellow dancer of mine was welcoming me, and some of the girls were applying makeup in front of the mirror. I thought I should follow lead, but then I realized I had forgotten something major and had to go back. So I went back and I was in this secluded place with mountains near. It was like something from an ancient folktale with mountain tribes. Then, as I was about to go into a little private shop, a few people caught my eyes. They were, like, wearing gangster clothing and they had big beards and kind of looked like hippies. Except they weren't, because I knew they were gangsters. And as they began to stomp, slowly and rhythmically, through the surroundings, I felt a sense of impending doom, and I was waiting tensely. As I waited, they finally attacked and began to shoot people down. It passed quickly, and I didn't remember much of it. When the attack had finally passed, I felt like I had just woken up from a long dream. I knew I had been subject to a shooting, but it felt really surreal. And since so many people were dead, and there was a loudspeaker talking about how people had died in this recent shooting, I was confused. Did I survive? Or was I dead and just a ghost of my former self, pretending to be alive? Anyways, I was really incredulous because I had just survived this shooting and the news had just been here and they didn't even care about what had happened to me. Then I could go back to my school, but now I had missed the recital and my teacher would be angry at me. So I went back to school for a short while and didn't let anyone see me, and I saw all the other dancers and people congratulating them and I felt disappointed I hadn't attended. But I didn't tell my mom anything and we drove to the psychiatrist because we had an appointment that day. However, I didn't want to tell the psychiatrist what happened. I just hung around the hospital lobby for awhile and the doctor at the front was staring at me. I went to the psychiatrist's office for awhile, and we talked, and then I left. Then my classmates began filing into the same hospital I was in. An alarm went off and everyone was told to remain calm and go with their heads down and their arms covering their heads. The scenery kind of morphed into a school and I felt like we were waiting to be dismissed. So anyways, suddenly all my teachers and the students of my school were there. I was bending down with a bunch of boys near me. I think they were joking around. I saw my history teacher speaking to everyone and once, I caught the head of my psychiatrist. People were telling the kids to remain calm.

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