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Family was on vacation in the mountains.

Family was on vacation in the mountains. We pulled over to an overlook on the side of a mountain and began to get out of the vehicle. Once a rounded the front of the vehicle my father jumped over the side of the mountain. The rest of my family looked at me and said "do something". I jumped over the side after my father. We met in the air as we were falling and grasped one another. My father looked at me and said "you know we are going to hit the ground". Just as he said that we began to hit the ground and bounced several times before I awoke from the dream.

I was with my sister and family

I was with my sister and family in Hawaii on the Island of Maui. My sister and I got separated from my parents. We then decide to climb onto a mountain to see where my parents are. Little did we know that this certain mountain was a volcano. We reach the top and we can’t see our parents. We slip into the crater of the volcano we screamed and we fell into the lava. The lava didn’t burn us though we swam in it like it was water. We were having fun then a voice boomed saying who dares to enter my volcano and disturb me. My sister and I scared remained silent. The lava moved as a large rock monster rised out of the lava. We both screamed as the lava monster picked us up and threw us out of the volcano. We then got up and ran away from the volcano because we could still hear the roar of the monster.

I was with my sister and family

I was with my sister and family in Hawaii on the Island of Maui. My sister and I got separated from my parents. We then decide to climb onto a mountain to see where my parents are. Little did we know that this certain mountain was a volcano. We reach the top and we can’t see our parents. We slip into the crater of the volcano we screamed and we fell into the lava. The lava didn’t burn us though we swam in it like it was water. We were having fun then a voice boomed saying who dares to enter my volcano and disturb me. My sister and I scared remained silent. The lava moved as a large rock monster rose out of the lava. We both screamed as the lava monster picked us up and threw us out of the volcano. We then got up and ran away from the volcano because we could still hear the roar of the monster.

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.