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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.
I walked into my house after getting
I walked into my house after getting a special invitation from my teacher to participate in a writing contest. After I walked in, the news immediately came on and talked about a guy using a little puppy as a body bag my removing all of its bones and using the bones as a pillow. Freaked out by this, I went to my room and saw a video game version of "Wheel of Fortune" on my bed. I shrugged and put it into my console. After the game loaded up I saw a wheel with one half consisting of buzz saws and the other half consisting of sharks. There were boarders separating them. The boarders then broke and a bunch of blood filled up the wheel until I woke up.
A large group of my peers become
A large group of my peers become fixated with death and decide to attempt a mass suicide by jumping off of a bridge. Meanwhile, I am doing everything in my power to stop them, but, you know, its a dream... so 'everything in my power' turns into a massive chain of people passing "supplies" (consisting mainly of pillows of all things) toward the suicidal teens while I try to get past the police blockade, that is preventing anyone access the bridge, by scaling a the sit of a train that then begins moving....