Kaizen

2nd May 2015
I found myself in an old age home. The white back room I was in was well lit by large windows and high ceilings. There seemed to be a en-suite bathroom in the corner, with walls made from cardboard lower that the one in the actual room. I walked towards the rear of the room and caught a glimpse of myself in a large vertical rectangular make-up mirror on the right hand side wall.

I couldn't recognise the person who looked back at at all.

It looked as though I had aged 20 years, had a huge musache, and look like a long black haired Mexican that was aging.I immediately knew i was dreaming and and stabilized by focusing on the detail on my at my hands.They seemed to have large black and deep grooves on them.
I told myself that when I turn toward the front of the room I would find a flower to smell. When i did, no flower was in sight. I began exploring the space and what seemed to be a lounge area with turquoise and cream chairs and a low coffee table.
Finally, on the coffee table I found the small flower I had been looking for. It was a small white daisy that was growing out of a pink and purple cardboard box with a dark pruple ribbon running along the length of the box. Metal black spikes coming out of the box caged the flower in as protection, but the flower was exposed at the top.I gave the flower a sniff and it gave off a sterile hospital aroma, and immediately began to die and wither.