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I walk along a country path in

I walk along a country path in an empty, tall grass field. I see a wooden table with a luxurious tablecloth. It is luxurious in colors of gold, red and purple. There is fringe. Under the tablecloth is a marble mantle clock. I pick it up to carry it. It leads me through a portal to black space. Standing in black space, a gigantic white with pink lotus flower gently floats past me. It glows. In the distance a giant peony, or old fashioned rose,white with a soft pink hue, floats. It glows. Eventually, I float to the right. Ism carrying a marble clock that points the way to an old, grey rock structure. There are stairs leading upward. At the top of the stairs, is a large, wooden arch doorway. I press the metal ring to open the door forward. It opens the way to the interior of a church. I walk down the center aisle to the front of the church. I am wearing a white peasant dress and see that I am barefoot. My hair is long blond, and tied loosely in a braid. I am a young woman. As I face the front of the church, rays and beams of sunlight pour down from above. I stand in the light rays soaking in the warmth and the bliss. I am filled with joy and begin to weep with happiness. I glance out the window the the right, and there are roses climbing up the side of the wall. White doves flitter in the rose bushes and fly around the window. I am overwhelmed with gladness and peace.

Standing in black space, a gigantic white

Standing in black space, a gigantic white with pink lotus flower gently floats past me. It glows. In the distance a giant peony, or old fashioned rose,white with a soft pink hue, floats. It glows. Eventually, I float to the right. Ism carrying a marble clock that points the way to an old, grey rock structure. There are stairs leading upward. At the top of the stairs, is a large, wooden arch doorway. I press the metal ring to open the door forward. It opens the way to the interior of a church. I walk down the center aisle to the front of the church. I am wearing a white peasant dress and see that I am barefoot. My hair is long blond, and tied loosely in a braid. I am a young woman. As I face the front of the church, rays and beams of sunlight pour down from above. I stand in the light rays soaking in the warmth and the bliss. I am filled with joy and begin to weep with happiness. I glance out the window the the right, and there are roses climbing up the side of the wall. White doves flitter in the rose bushes and fly around the window. I am overwhelmed with gladness and peace.

I had a dream once where i

I had a dream once where i was at my house with my mom and my cousin. We were all sitting in my moms office watching tv when we suddenly heard the front door open. I remember thinking this was odd because it wasn’t five o’ clock yet and thats when my dad gets home so we knew it wasn’t my dad. My mom said to go check it out so I did and when I got there I remember seeing this old lady with a long nose and was kind of short lady. I think she was a witch. Anyways, when I saw her I just remember my mom, cousin, and I just screaming at the top of our lungs because we didn’t know who she was and then she started chasing us and she caught my mom and cousin first. Then I ran around the house for quiet a while until finally she caught me then I woke up.

I was going on a journey; to

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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