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last night.

I dreamt that my Mother had bought me a series of Botox injections for Christmas and that it was supposed to be a surprise.  I didn’t know where she was taking me until we arrived at this little salon out in the middle of nowhere, in an old run-down mall.

The salon itself was OK and the beautician was quite a nice man, however, the one and only time I had botox before I went to a fully qualified plastic surgeon in the middle of the city.  I didn’t trust this guy and became hysterical, but Mum was urging me to do it because she had already paid for it.

Freaky!