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I'm in a dating game. Seated at a table, the women are on one side the men on the other. During intermission one of the men point out that the hair on my legs had grown long I was shocked. When the game ended I got up to leave and this same man walked up to me and chose me. He bought me clothes and gifts and put a ring on my finger he sang to me. We met friends and told them what happened they asked me if I was serious about all this, I said yes. And I began to laugh , the more I laughed the more I wanted to laugh from deep within.

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Voilà Monsieur pourquoi votre fille est malade... (à ce niveau elle n'est même plus très vivante)...Au départ journal contestataire... Quasi anarchiste. Des intellectuels de gauche . Puis virage commercial pour survivre... des initiatives socio culturelles comme les célèbres petites annonces de Libé .. Des articles culturels, et de moins en moins scientifiques. Comme Alain Duhamel, de moins en moins percutant. De moins en moins de scoops. dernièrement laisse Le Monde se farcir la corvée du scoop des attaques chimiques en Syrie. la Syrie, la grande absente des colonnes de Libé. Incapable de lire l'Histoire en train de se détruire au proche Orient. Par désintérêt? Libé devenu un Cloud, un terminal des téléscripteurs et dépêches des reporters de terrain. Mais surtout pas à l'initiative journalistique. De la Pub mensonge "Libé vous étonne"... Un journal de confort, il ne faut pas déranger les Fran?ais. On ouvre les commentaires et les basses oeuvres défilent. Merci tout de même de ne pas limiter le nombre de mots des commentaires, Le Monde oblige à être concis et donc censure... Merci à M.Alain Duhamel, même si sa prose et son discours ne sont plus percutants et se fait même moucher trop facilement par les UMP, mais il a réussi à nous éviter les commentaires les plus vulgaires, parmi ces commentaires, ce qui finalement est le plus important. Notre temps est celui du vulgaire, du facile, du clinquant, du cri-insulte, du fric trop vite gagné, de l'indifférence à la douleur d'autrui, il parait même que quand la douleur est trop grande, le cri ne sort plus... Silence.

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I was on a full bus sitting in the middle of bus ledt side. on the right side several seats behind was a ex boyfriend of mine. he is a conman n we r not on good terms. he chose this not me as to not b accountable for his words n actions. anyway there a few other people I knew on the bus but cannot remember who they r now. there were people sitting in the aisle of the bus sets of two side by side..someone from the back of bus came up w a knife n murdered two people sitting in aisle right in front of me. the two people sitting in front of the people who were just murdered never knew it happened..the man w knife murdered them as well just as easy. I dont think the man who just murderd 4 people is responsible but I had two big slashes in my back when it was all over.

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I was with my boyfriend on a train. It was going towards the unknown. Below us, it was white, depth unknown, filled with words and bubbles of memories. In the train, I told him, "I know I'm in a dream. How do I escape it?" He said, "Blank out your mind and just awaken." I grabbed his hand and went to the side, staring down at the depth of white and jumped. Free falling down, I felt no fear. Words and feelings flew past me at terminal velocity. As I tried to keep my mind blank, memories suddenly pop up and we would get sucked into them. In and out, finally I drew the strength and woke up.

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I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

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I was with friends and we were on this platform of sorts up very, very high with the ocean down below us, except it wasn't the ocean, more like a massive ocean-like pool. The platform we were on seemed to be some restaurant with other patrons sitting and chatting around. All of a sudden, my friends started egging each other to jump off the edge and into the water down below to get to something we wanted. Before I knew it, they had all jumped over and were paddling down in the water heading for this little platform that had appeared out of nowhere, and I only had one friend left with me. We were both terrified to jump over and I remember it was because we were extremely high up and the height was just intimidating, and we started freaking out like the girls we were, and two male patrons who were seated somewhere close behind us were laughing in amusement. Then she decided to go for it and tried to convince me to do it with her because we had to do it to get to something we wanted, but I was too chicken and backed out, determined to stay on the platform. She jumped over and soon it started raining heavily with dark clouds overhead and it got dark. I'd then take glances over the edge just to see my friends down below all gathered, but all I remember was the paralyzing fear of being up so high and not wanting to take the jump. I stayed on the platform and my friends all soon returned and came back up, all wondering why I didn't jump down with them. That's when the dream ended. I have never been afraid of heights, but now that I think about it, there's little chance that I would jump off a cliff of sorts from that extreme height and down into water.

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