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the cat and the bird: dream about a bird that tries to go to a place in New York(Manhattan), and meets a cat. The cat, after the bird fails in flying through a bridge in the falls, gets injured. The bird then is confused as to why the cat is hurt, and resolves to help the cat to safety. The cat, being smarter than the bird, but barely alive, shows him the way to Manhattan. The bird finds a hospital though and takes the cat to it. The bird as it flies into the hospital doors, is met with surprise and aww over the people in the hospital, like they know the bird and it's resolve( probably a result of my thinking logic, where I began the dream as myself, where I was helping my mom get home quicker without a car, so I picked her up and flew there instead, and people began to see us flying. Later on we ended up flying over the falls, and my thought process changed, and my mother and I, turned into the cat and the bird(I was a seagull). As we flew over the falls I somehow got halted by bridge, where I tried to fly under it but instead hit one of the lower bridge joints, falling down into the water, and hurting the cat. I later was able to find the cat and fly away. ) The people surprised and amazed were probably people surprised and amazed to see humans flying in the air, which linked to the bird flying to Manhattan, saving the cat later on). As the bird is bombarded by people, and somehow finds out that the cat is a girl by one of the doctors, one of the doctors claims that the cat is missing. The bird then later finds the cat dead, lying down on a map that shows the way to manhattan. The bird feels angry and heart broken that the cat died, but resolves to go to manhattan later on, in the hopes that it can fulfill both it's and the cats dreams. Dream journal #1. (Have had this dream once before. Today I stopped at not finding the cat, but I knew what happened next).
2014-06-08 17:05:27
Avez-vous déjà imaginé la vie d’une allumette ? Celle-ci s’appelle Céleste et, comme toutes les autres allumettes, Céleste?rêve de briller comme une étoile dans la nuit. Elle s’imagine même un destin hors?du commun, comme offrir un instant de chaleur à un mendiant ou éclairer un naufragé et permettre ainsi son sauvetage. ?Mais pour le moment,?Céleste est?bien au chaud?dans sa bo?te où, blottie au milieu de ses semblables, elle donne malgré tout?l’apparence d’une allumette heureuse. Et puis un beau?jour,?Céleste est extirpée de sa bo?te et s’enflamme. Le moment de gloire est?éphémère?et Céleste rejoint rapidement les étoiles. Pour l’éternité. Ce récit de Gaelle Callac et Marie Desbons peut vous faire penser à un autre récit, La Petite fille aux allumettes, de Hans Christian Andersen. Et c’est normal ! Comme l’explique l’auteur elle-même, Je voulais écrire l’histoire d’une allumette car de par sa fragilité et l’instantanéité de sa flamme, la vie d’une allumette me semblait proche de la condition humaine.?J’ai tenté de créer une sorte de mise en abyme du conte d’Andersen La petite fille aux allumettes en racontant l’histoire d’une des allumettes qui éclaira la vie de la fillette. Si le thème prin*****l du conte d’Andersen est la pauvreté, la cruauté des hommes, il n’en est rien pour Céleste. En commun cependant, le hasard des destins, la furtivité de la vie. Céleste est un livre sur la réalisation des rêves, de ceux qui sommeillent en chacun de nous. C’est aussi une histoire sur le désir de postérité. L’homme aime, en général, laisser la trace de son passage sur terre, je crois (oeuvres, enfants, etc). Un beau livre con?u comme une boite d’allumettes. L’album se glisse dans une pochette avec grattoir sur les c?tés. nike air max homme pas cher
2014-02-14 02:01:44
I was at a party with my girlfriend and friends and we were playing cards with Eastern European gypsy old ladies. I didn't know how to play and every time it was my turn, they would laugh at me, but in a nice way. To my left was my girlfriend and to the right was my ex-girlfriend. Every time my ex walked past me she would pinch me or pull my hair, so my girlfriend was starting to get annoyed and left. I eventually left to go find her and ran into my friend who wanted to introduce me to this guy in a band but I was too focused on finding my girlfriend to really speak to him. When I found her, she was in bed and angry with me, wearing a chastity belt. Next, I was walking in a park that looked like a mix between the Parisian Monceau and Luxembourg parks with my girlfriend, brother and friend. We were smoking a joint. When my friend smoked it, he would take two steps then exhale like a dragon, sending a huge puff of smoke into the air. Then my mom came and laughed at us and asked if we need a ride home. On the way to the car, my brother and mom crossed a bridge over a really deep but clear river with huge goldfish in it. The bridge was really rickety so my girlfriend and I decided we don't want to cross it, and went around another way. We turned around to go the other way and had to walk up a hill where we passed a big sandstone building where the Sacre Coeur was, but now it's not the Sacre Coeur. My girlfriend and I were walking up the steps of the building and there was a really proper English woman giving etiquette lessons to two little girls who weren't listening and just running around, playing with a lamb. We walked close to them to another building. As we walked around the building, we encountered an African tribe. The members were all holding tupperware full of tomato sauce. A little kid in the tribe dropped his tupperware and the sauce went everywhere right as we walk past him. There was an awkward silence and then he started shouting and apologizing in an African language. Then a few other people threw their tupperware down and started shouting, in a way to say it's okay to the kid. We started to help the kid clean up but we weren't sure if that was okay, and if he was supposed to be doing it himself, but we help him anyway.
2013-07-18 17:22:19
I was at my high school's gymnasium with president Obama. We were very close friends, walking side by side, talking and laughing. He gave me a big gold necklace as a gift. I was holding the necklace in my hands. Then I saw a man standing on a small stage on the side, he was very depressed, he pointed to me and I carefully handed him a gun. He then positioned the gun right under his chin and shot himself committing suicide. After the shooting, I was in shock, I didn't look at the dead man, I just collapsed on the floor in a fetal position, I hid my face and started crying and yelling (Shouting, Screaming) "No". A man came and placed handcuffs on my wrests, I was still holding the gold necklace in my hand. Obama saw everything that happened but he wasn't too worried about me, it was as if he knew that they would let me go and that this was just the procedure after a shooting. I sat there in the gymnasium on some chairs and I found the presidents wife next to me. She was white and she was feeding a black baby girl. The child was about one or two years old. She was very cute but a little shy. She smiled at me and I smiled back. Then, I pulled my right hand out of the cuffs and the presidents wife looked at me like "what the hell?", I smiled and said "Yeah, I'm double-jointed" then I put my hand back into the cuffs. Finally the man came back and took the cuffs off of me. I walked out the gymnasium from the back door and I found myself in my middle school's (Intermediate School) hallway (the one that I use to practice gymnastics in when I was in middle school) I saw Obama wearing a white a***** and had a tray with drinks in it (I think it was tea), he was taking it into a room as if he had guests over, I casually said goodbye to him, I was very tired so I said to him as I was leaving "I just want to sleep". I walked outdoors to find myself at my elementary school, only instead of the yard, it was an ocean. It was beautiful and then I saw a car sinking in the ocean. I rushed to the beach and saw some people pointing and talking about the accident and some other people in the water pulling out a girl out of the car. She was all socked up and wet but she was standing on top of the sinking car and the rescuers were holding her. After that, while I was standing on the white soft sand on the beach, I suddenly felt a breeze and I found myself floating in the air. Everyone started looking at me. I smiled and started flying around. As I was flying, I decided to go towards the cafeteria, I was so happy, so free and having so much fun. I was so much in control that I decided to lay on my back as I was flying. Then, I suddenly saw my great grandmother (who died when I was twelve). She was sitting on a whit bench, she looked exactly like she did when she was alive but she was crippled in my dream. She hand her knees up in her stomach, she wasn't talking or moving but when I called her name, she moved her eyes and looked at me. She didn't recognize me and I got very upset. I held her and tried to talk to her then I helped her up in a standing position and I hugged her so tight. After hugging her, I let go of her and she suddenly was no longer old! She transferred into a little girl, her skin was so smooth, her hair was parted in the middle and braided to the sides. She was around seven or eight years old and she started running around and playing with an invisible person that I couldn't see but she could. However, she still could not see me.
2013-06-11 05:25:19
I was at my high school gym with president Obama. We were very close friends, walking side by side, talking and laughing. He gave me a big gold necklace as a gift. I was holding the necklace in my hands. Then I saw a man standing on a small stage on the side, he was very depressed, he pointed to me and I carefully handed him a gun. He then positioned the gun right under his chin and shot himself. After the shooting, I was in shock, I didn't look at the dead man, I just collapsed on the floor in a fetal position, I hid my face and I was yelling "No". A man came and placed handcuffs on my wrests, I was still holding the gold necklace in my hand. Obama saw everything that happened but he wasn't too worried about me, it was as if he knew that they would let me go and that this was just the procedure after a shooting. I sat there in the gym on some chairs and I found the presidents wife next to me. She was white and she was feeding a black baby girl. The little girl was about one or two years old. She was very cute but a little shy. She smiled at me and I smiled back. Then, I pulled my right hand out of the cuffs and the presidents wife looked at me like "what the hell?", I smiled and said "Yeah, I'm double-jointed" then I put my hand back into the cuffs. Finally the man came back and took the cuffs off of me. I walked out the gym from the back door and I found myself in my middle schools hallway (the one that I use to practice gymnastics in when I was in middle school) I saw Obama wearing a white a***** and had a tray with drinks in it (I think it was tea), he was taking it into one of the room as if he had guest over, I casually said goodbye to him, I was very tired so I said to him as I was leaving "I just want to sleep". I walked outdoors to find myself at my elementary school, only instead of the yard, it was an ocean. It was beautiful and then I saw a car sinking in the ocean. I rushed to the beach and saw some people pointing and talking about the accident and some other people in the water pulling out some people out of the car. Everyone was OK. After that, while I was standing on the white soft sand on the beach, I suddenly felt a breeze and I found myself floating in the air. Everyone started looking at me. I smiled and started flying around. As I was flying, I decided to go towards the cafeteria, I was so happy, so free and having so much fun. I was so much in control that I decided to lay on my back as I was flying. Then, I suddenly saw my great grandmother (who died when I was twelve). She was sitting on a whit bench, she looked exactly like she did when she was alive but she was crippled in my dream. She hand her knees up in her stomach, she wasn't talking or moving but when I called her name, she moved her eyes and looked at me. She didn't recognize me and I got very upset. I held her and tried to talk to her then I helped her up in a standing position and I hugged her so tight. After hugging her and when I let go of her, she was no longer old! She transferred into a little girl, her skin was so smooth, her hair was parted in the middle and braided to the sides. She was around seven or eight years old and she started running around and playing with an invisible person that I couldn't see but she could. However, she still could not see me.
2013-06-11 05:10:58


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