Dreams surrounded

Was in a black area in which I thought was a room but it never ended. Little things started to light up on the floor. Not very big but like lightning bugs that were beneath me. Different colors would flash and at varying intensities. Going to touch them they would scatter like fish do when you go to grab one . I stood still taking in all of the dots on the floor. Don’t know how long had passed but I was then surrounded by black. No more lights lighting up the floor. The most I could see was lights ahead of me and no one answered when I yelled for help.

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.

Me and H were on our way to NewYork on the bus for a choir trip and we stopped at DairyQueen and my dad and grandpa got me from DairyQueen and so we went to this place and there was a bunch of train tracks surrounded by water. We were sliding down the train tracks and then I ended up in the ocean and then we had to swim fast back to DairyQueen so I could get on the bus and go to NewYork.

Bought a jeep,But it is top heavy so can easily roll 1 minute Especially on hills if I go to fast over them just now Then all the surrender I'm surrounded by roller coaster hills just now Next morning I wake up and there are tons of jeeps going down my road Should I buy a jeep?

Drowning in a deep black water surrounded by work