I dreamt last night that the city of Malden, where I live, was given some special health benefit. I have no idea what said health benefit was, but the trade off was that acne was now forbidden, as the skyrocketing costs of acne treatment would presumably offset what ever this great new benefit was. The residents begrudgingly went along with the new rule.
There actually was some kind of Zit Zquad that would come door to door to ensure that the public was conforming to the new rule. The device they used was one part needle-nose pliers and one part tube-of-benzoyl peroxide. I don't think I have to explain how the device was used. Consider yourself lucky if you can't figure it out.
Well, the ZZ came to my house to remove my acne. In real life, right now, I have two zits: one of the bridge of my nose and the other in between my eyebrows. In my dream, these were relocated to my navel. The Pimple Pliers didn't hurt, oddly enough.
-To confess, I intentionally mischaracterized the Zit Zquad. It was too easy and too fun not to. The guy who came to my house wasn't like Nazi Germany's SS at all. He enjoyed his job and performed it with a smile. He was barely more than a kid; early twenties at most. He also wore some kind of a colored safety vest so you knew this was the official guy and not some perv who just did it for thrills.
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