Dreams pimple

Found a pimple on my face, specifically around my chin area, and I decide to squeeze the thing. So I pop the pimple and the usual gunk comes out, along with two long hairs and I HAVE to pull them out. While searching for a pair of tweezers I get this weird feeling at the back of my throat around the tonsils. I head over to the mirror and low and behold there's this tennis ball sized mass of hair behind my tonsils in what appeared to be a hole created in my palate. I wanted it gone consequences be damned, moments away from sticking my hand in my mouth to try and rip it out.

My sister was popping pimples on my back, she said she was donethen iwas somewhere with either a swimsuit on that was half backless or some kind of half backless tank top, people where asking me what was wrong with my back there were large red lumps all over my back from shoulder to shoulder i said my sister was helping me there just swellen zits.

Pimple

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.

My sister was popping some pimples on my back and said ok your done ,so i was in some kind of backless shirt or swim suit n people were asking me what was wrong with my back there are lots of large bumps all over my back and some how i seen them and my back was covered in red raised large lumps and i just said she was trying to help me , there just swellen zits.