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D’ailleurs, l’heure est aux répétitions, notamment pour les candidats des années précédentes, qui vont devoir redoubler d’efforts pour se remettre à niveau. A cette occasion, a retrouvé pour son plus grand plaisir son ancien complice et partenaire, Christian Millette, et a immortalisé leurs retrouvailles via les réseaux sociaux d’un petit message : "Souvenirs souvenirs !!! Retour à l'entra?nement pour la tournée avec mon Christian Millette". Ensemble, ils avaient gravi les échelons de la compétition, avant d’être éliminés aux portes de la finale, à leur grande déception. tn requin

In my dream, we (mom, aunt, and I) adopted a little girl who looked strangely like me when I was young. The first day was fine. She was so nice and sweet. But as soon as i try to go to sleep, she is up to no good. And each failed attempt at killing me, she gets worse And worse. I try telling my mom and aunt but they jusy don't believe me. One specific event she had a knife to my throat, a hudge hunter knife, and she had her hands on both ends and was pulling towards herself. She cut her own hands and was pulling with the strength of an adult. Towards the end of the dream I was looking for a pad lock. I asked my mom and she said the office. In mu house, we don't have an office. The setting was unfamiliar but still at the same time. Very strange. My aunt had apparently taken up residence and searching through the drawers I remember seeing things that belong to my aunt. She also had gone crazy. She was talking about how I was going through her stuff and babbling on about how I thought the girl was trying to kill me. When I couldn't find it I had a stupid realization. I could just leave..I found my car keys and that is when I woke up.

In my dream, we (mom, aunt, and I) adopted a little girl who looked strangely like me when I was young. The first day was fine. She was so nice and sweet. But as soon as i try to go to sleep, she is up to no good. And each failed attempt at killing me, she gets worse And worse. I try telling my mom and aunt but they jusy don't believe me. One specific event she had a knife to my throat, a hudge hunter knife, and she had her hands on both ends and was pulling towards herself. She cut her own hands and was pulling with the strength of an adult. Towards the end of the dream I was looking for a pad lock. I asked my mom and she said the office. In mu house, we don't have an office. The setting was unfamiliar but still at the same time. Very strange. My aunt had apparently taken up residence and searching through the drawers I remember seeing things that belong to my aunt. She also had gone nuts. She was talking about how I was going through her stuff and babbling on about how I thought the girl was trying to kill me. When I couldn't find it I had a stupid realization. I could just leave..I found my car keys and that is when I woke up.

They were foreclosing on my house, the auctioneer was selling off all of my belongings inside my house, I was standing in my front yard on the grass with 2 orderly's holding each one of my arms as I was bawling because DHS (Department of Human Services) was there taking Maddi away from me and placing her in foster care because my 3 older girls were standing on the sidewalk and were having me committed because they had everyone convinced I was crazy. They were standing off to the side on the sidewalk, while I watched everything I love being taken away from me. On the other side of the street was a 1950's white panel ambulance ready to take me to the loony bin

They were foreclosing on my house, the auctioneer was selling off all of my belongings inside my house, I was standing in my front yard on the grass with 2 orderlies holding each one of my arms as I was bawling because DHS (Department of Human Services) was there taking my youngest daughter away from me and placing her in foster care because my 3 older daughters were standing on the sidewalk and were having me committed because they had everyone convinced I was crazy. They were standing off to the side on the sidewalk, while I watched everything I love being taken away from me. On the other side of the street was a 1950's white panel ambulance ready to take me to the loony bin in Independence, Iowa. (that is where we have our state run psycho ward.

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