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I live in a suburban neighborhood and there is a bike trail through the back, there are woods and a river you can walk back too, but so much unexplored area back there. I was back there by the river and my boyfriend came back there, but to get to me he had to drop down an embankment to reach me. He wanted me to go somewhere with him, but I told him no, that I was busy, climbed the embankment and left him there. The next thing I know Im waking up in my room and I see my mom and I ask her "where is Izzy?" (my boyfriend ). She told me he is dead. kinda see in my mind him surrounded by three guys with guns, in the woods where I last saw him. He ended up getting shot and left there, and an ambulance couldnt get to him in time. I instantly thought that if I had went with him or stayed that I couldve called the ambulance and saved him in time. but I wasnt and now he is gone. I could kinda picture him laying dead in a morgue somewhere but I wasnt allowed to go see him for some reason. I remember feeling lost and utterly alone and endless amounts of crying to where it hurt so bad (this dream felt extremely real). He is from miami and was for some reason living with me in MD. Next in my dreamt I checked the obituary, there was a full page for him and a picture of his family, but the picture was blown up so big and fuzzy and it made me sad that the quality was bad. Underneath it said his name , both date to date of death, and something his family wrote along the lines of "this will make our family stronger". His family wouldnt talk to me and I realized I would never see them again. I was surrounded with the feeling that I would never see him again or be with him again and it killed me and I wanted to die, I was screaming and crying to someone (Im not sure who it was, I couldnt see their face) saying "I was going to marry him! We were happy! We were going to be together forever! I love him!". The next thing I knew I was walking around Walmart with my boyfriend and no one could see him, I felt a little bit of happiness but was still sad, we walked by halloween costumes and I remember seeing a big pink rabbit costume. He said to me "are you happy?" and I told him "not really" and he said" well I dont know Ashleigh, this is the best I can do" and I was so overwhelmed with a feeling of being forever alone and missing him so bad and wanting him so bad. It was one of the realest feeling dreams I have ever had.

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Last night my dreams are too strange. I was on somewhere house then I go to future where there are all devices all people living on devices even building are all have their big screen TV to advertise. then I come back to where I am, some one reporting about 2014 new year coming, like a countdown timer starts at 1 minute but when timer goes down to zero it's refreshes to 1 minute again the reporter was wrong it's only 11 : 59 p.m. then when it goes to zero again there's a rapture black out of every devices and the people besides me are gone the only person left is my childhood cousin we knew that Jesus was coming and on our blood line we are the only left, and I the whole world was about half of them gone all people want to have their own security for the coming something like darkness, riot, abomination or judgement and I pray but I think Jesus didn't hear me, but I am curious why am I left on my family blood line I have strong trust to Jesus what is happening I thought John 3:16 was true that who ever believe so I feel like condemned. there we are on the some place we hide on small house just a one room and we see different wild animals they look scary and frightening but we knew that those are new animals. I say we have to solve this so we came and one of new animals or beast dash forward to us but those new animals was too kind on me even the new big snakes but the old animals like pigs are not but they were kind on my cousin. we are actually like opposite when she want too touch the new animal, they're face was too angry, also when I want to touch the old once they we're about to bite me. then the mission was gone I was on a big door like a place and we (my cousin) heard people rejoicing and when we reach there is my cousins and parents , sister , brother church mate they congratulate me that I over come the situation but I cried with out tears and cried. until I am awake crying. but no tears.

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I was large, large like a god looking down on a small earth. I was looking over the ocean and I could see a man. He had fallen overboard his ship. The ship could not save him; they could not reach him with the massive waves that swept them away. There was a whale in the water; this wale did not want the man to be saved. The whale was swimming rapidly drowning the man and pushing the ship further and further away. He made the man helpless killing him slowly. I could not stand to watch this any longer. I reached down and scoped the man up in my hands, and at that point I panicked. He needed CPR or some sort of help that I could not provide being so much larger. I looked around me surrounded by others just as large. I was shouting for help franticly asking what can I do! I got the same response from everyone that there was nothing I could do and to put him out of his misery. I could not bear this answer there had to be something anything. As he lay in my hand helpless something amazing happened he began to cough! He stumbled to the tip of my finger trying to stand. No one had noticed this small miracle in my hand but I. then suddenly he was being yanked out of my grasp. I could not pull back it would kill him! I was screaming I cannot remember if any words came out though I attempted. I could feel his tiny hands griping my finger for his life. The way they slipped from my hand holding with every ounce of energy he had. But the force pulling was much stronger. It was a man a friend of mine who knew I could not do what everyone thought needed to be done. No one had seen the man get up; they all believed he was suffering. He did not listen to my screams of horror and in that one swift movement this tiny miracle was gone. I will always remember those tiny hands the way they slipped from mine.

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The cops came and my boyfriend was beating me up; punching me in the face over and over again, I had a swollen lip (blue and big bottom lip) He was crazy in the dream. My boyfriend drowned 2 cops in murky water. He put the cop suite on and become one of them, I ran and hid and he found me in an attic of a white and blue house. He beat me up and I ran, then he showed up at our apartment where we now live. My palms were bleeding and had pieces of medal. The neighbours on our street, were all there and he was too strong for anyone to stop getting him to come chase me.

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Ballsiest,Last week, is the first thing you notice about it. but it might be possible overseas when you have first dibs on hot new companies in countries with fledging capital markets. Florida on Aug. along with other tasty offerings from Narragansett." strays into purple prose and strained analogies But the premise is strong the work appealing and the juxtapositions telling Particularly impressive is the success with which the curators elucidate the "no" the work that failed to meet the artists standards In most cases the artist would hide this but Close has allowed some of his rejected work to be seen in multiple iterations which is fascinatingAnd it is Close who emerges as the most provocative of the three major artists represented Closes work has long focused on the dispassionate geography of the human face the surface data of unsentimental portraiture At Crown Point he has experimented with particularly difficult technical challenges the creation of a large-scale mezzotint from a black-and-white head shot of a man named "Keith" and the use of woodblock printing to replicate a watercolor of a woman named "Leslie" Closes wife at the time In another project based on a self-portrait he attempts to collage together different images that represent stages in the three-color separation process of printingIn his painted work Close has meticulously built up photo-realist images by layering red blue and then yellow until a fully colored work emerges thus replicating the separation process of color printing In some of his printed work he attempts to highlight the wonderful absurdity and virtuosity of this meticulous process of photo-realist painting allowing the various stages of color separation to commingle with patches of red blue and purple or a collaged and lurid riot of different prints that bring brilliant yellows and greens and blues into painful proximity we will be the first to call for a full restoration of U. We should move urgently to deepen our engagement with the Egyptian people on this basis.“I’m not good at math,an IRS official being bad at math! —and wound up punctuating what was a torturous response to the A skeptical press corps peppered Lerner with questions many of which she and her staff were unable or unwilling to answerA sampling:1 IRS officials claimed that there was no political bias behind the targeting of these conservative groups but they failed to produce any examples of similar targeting of groups with non-conservative-sounding names Initially they suggested that other non-conservative-sounding names might have been targeted By the end of the call though Lerner acknowledged: “I only said that because I never like to say ‘absolutely not’ I don’t have any information on that”2 Lerner wouldn’t say whether anyone is being disciplined then appeared to say there was no disciplinary action then went back to saying she wouldn’t comment Federal personnel rules appear to prohibit Lerner from discussing discipline so she has some justification for not commenting But that justification was never explained and instead she was pressed repeatedly on why she wouldn’t discuss discipline3 Lerner said she disclosed the information because someone asked her about it Friday morning —indicating that she had no plans to release the information publicly despite the confirmed wrongdoing4 When asked how they found out about the wrongdoing Lerner said the investigation stemmed from media reports about conservative groups claiming that they were targeted not from any internal review5 Lerner and her staff tried to get off the phone call after less than half an hour of questioning but Columbia Journalism Review reporter (and Pulitzer Prize winner) David Cay Johnston informed them that they had better stay and answer everyone’s questions They stayed on the call for another 20 minutes By the end they said Lerner had to get to some appointments and cited the “repetitive” line of questioning Johnston informed them that it was because they weren’t answering the questionsKaren Tumulty contributed to this post It doesn’t take the most nuanced or careful view of a country with one of the world’s highest-geared propaganda machines, it is fascinating to have this glimpse inside the hermit kingdom, where the RNC hopes to swing just enough votes to tip those states in Mitt Romneys electoral vote column.

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I don’t know which came first, but I had a dream….where Dalton and I were still broken up, of course. But his friends would hang out and talk to me. Dick, who I only met once and never found out his name until weeks after we met, was hitting on me. Kevin wanted to be in a tournament together. Then there was one guy who I don’t think knew Dalton and Idk if this was dick (didn’t feel like him) who sort of showed me how to hate. So I’ll start at the place where I think I should. I went to the library for a project with a class and the college was like high school, there was bells for every period. Not only that, but the library seemed like it was out of WOW in the fairy section. Half of it was purple n half of it was normal and there were flowers everywhere and it was so colorful. Well I had to find a research book and I had 5 minutes of class so I was booking it, running even. The bell didn’t ring, but I knew I was going to be late cuz class started when I ran out of the library. Days went by, and somehow Dick got a hold of me, wanting to hang out. Apparently, on top of the library was a hallway of appartments and ren and aaron kicked Dalton out and that was where he was living. Well I went to bed and Brian was sleeping in my bed, and kayla was sleeping on the top bunk. I was reading this book and for some reason I was being loud and Dick was relating with me about this book that I was reading….On it was called Chapter nine and it was about this family, idk. He kept me quiet and suggested we go to his place so I did. When we got to his place, he held me close and said “I know he hurt you” and cuddled me but then his hand started to wonder and I pushed him away and ran out into the hallway. Somehow I knew which door Dalton’s was and I knew I didn’t have enough time to book it down the hallway and Dick’s door was opening to look for me so I bashed into one door across from his and closed it behind me. I leaned against it, and it was like a dorm with more closet space in there. It was dark, and had a dark blue tint from the shades being over the window. There wasn’t a bed, there was a dressy, and your occasional messy floor with clothes. I figured this would be a good hiding spot and sat there for a bit as I heard them talk outside, Dick knowing that I don’t want Dalton to know I’m here so he played it off saying that he heard a sound out here. They both retreated to their room and I sighed, leaving, taking the elevator that didn’t close and went over the second floor n went rly slowly. The next day, Dick asked if I want to learn any computer stuff and I said it would help my future job if I learned all sorts of computer stuff so I went over to his place and we screwed up his computer. I realized I had to go home soon so I left, letting myself out. I stood in the hallway and sighed, for some reason deciding to take the stairs which was on Dalton’s side of the hall. I knew in the dream, idk how or why it even occurred, but the entire dream I knew that if I saw Dalton, it would destroy me. I couldn’t see him at all costs. This guy came out of this hallway connecting to the one I was in and we ran into each other in front of Dalton’s door. “Hey can you help me get in here?” he asked, pointing to Daltons door. I said I didn’t know who lived there and kept walking and the guy kept stopping me, asking me to help him get in. He grabbed me and I pushed him back before turning around and running into the same room I hid in before cuz Dalton heard the commotion and was heading for the door to see what was up. They weren’t able to find me and I sighed again to the dimly blue room. I wanted to write music, and I opened the door to leave, but an electronic piano sat on the floor without its legs. I brought it in and I started setting it up. I looked at the clothes on the floor, wondering who lived there. I shouldn’t have wondered because whoever lived there was this guy who was drawn out like he was the lead singer of the gorillaz. He freaked out, asking what I was doing there and stomped on me. I blacked out and woke up on this platform in someone’s back yard. A wooden platform that was 3 feet high. It was the same guy who stomped on me and he looked at me, for a drawn guy, he was cute with his emo hair and eye liner and dark clothes. “All you need to realize is that they’re made of lies. Like so.” He looked down from the platform and there were 3-4 ppl in the back yard, fighting a large cat and a large dog that I assume the guy created. “You’re all pieces of lies!” he screamed out before jumping off at one of them to fight them, his eyes growing red and the sky growing red. I watched in astonishment, hearing his voice inside me. “Remember that one thing you’ll never be able to forget from the pain and use that.” Just from that one statement, I remembered Dalton and my eyes grew red and I started to fight with this guy too. We won, but Idk if any of them died. Then I woke.

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I walked into H’s classroom. I was wearing jeans, and a black sweater with a zip at the top. I walked across the front of the room and then to the back right corner. I thought I saw an open seat near Pig, but as I drew nearer I noticed an article of clothing on that seat. It was taken. I then went over to the back left corner of the room, and there I found a seat. It was near Bottle Cap Guy. I talked to him a bit, but about what I can’t recall. I had a black binder on the floor. Pig sat on that binder. I said timidly, "Pig, you're sitting on my binder. That's not good." I asked her to get off it. She obliged. Later, I left the room and headed down the hall to where the stairs are – the ones that lead down to the woodshop hall. They were much larger than they are in real life, and slightly curved. Pig was coming up those stairs toward me, holding a baby. The baby looked...pristine? Pig didn't pay me much attention as she passed. After Pig, I then had to wait for a class of little kids as they made their way up the middle of the stairs. There was another class waiting to go up, but I set off down the stairs before they started up. As I went down, I saw an old man struggling mightily along the rails to get up the stairs, about 10-15 steps from the top. I debated whether I should help him, and decided he would be fine, so I continued on. There was a teacher at the bottom next to the kids, looking at me strangely. Judging me, perhaps. At the bottom of the stairs, I found myself in a sort of "Dream" Vegas. I had a sunken feeling. I was so far from getting there, and it really sunk in then. I felt depressed as I meandered around this basement casino. I thought of what it would be like to do an interview about poker. "We" was a word I imagined using in the interview...Referring to "we poker players", probably. I thought about speaking strongly rather than timidly – of being a strong character rather than a weak and pathetic one.

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