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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 was at home and laying on

I was at home and laying on the floor rapped in a blanket and my dead fiancé came home from work and changed clothes I told him that there was a women and a young child sitting on the couch he said he had some shorts on and than he came by me and I gave him a hug I said to him I though he lost weight because when I was hugging him I was able to rap my arms around him he said he was losing weight and smiled than we started talking about selling the house we were in.

So i had a dream that i

So i had a dream that i had a brother who was really hot he was like 20 and i had a sister who was about 14 or 15. My 'brother' was apparently sexually abusing my 'sister' but he wasn't really they were both in love. One time i saw him touching her and kind of holding her tightly and i had this weird feeling and i'm not sure what it was. I think it was jealousy because in my dream i think i was in love with him. I've been thinking about this dream all day and i'm not sure what it means. I kind of recognise the 'brother' in it but i don't know where from.

It's the same dream I've had for

It's the same dream I've had for year's Im I the backyard of a house which I feel is mine. There's three children playing around me. The oldest I feel is my son the middle one is a little girl playing with him. And the youngest is a little blonde hair girl who I pick up in my arm's she tells me that she love me daddy. I can hear my wife in the house through the kitchen window. I'm talking to her back I can't ever see her face just her hands and hair. I walk up to the window and tell her I love her. But again I don't know who she is. I wake up crying every time I have this dream. I'm not married nor do I have childern. I truly want that life. But I haven't met anyone yet I've dated more then a few. But they always end with me getting hurt. I'm going crazy wondering who she is and what our children's name's are.

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