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Walking to my new house with my boyfriend . He gets me into a petting zoo, but it's more like a tunnel that is completely filled with water. Flexible, though. I go in, and I can breathe, and i'm delighted to see all these animals. None of the animals are ones I recognize, but they are brightly colored and have tentacles and shells. The last one is this bright blue shrimp, and as I was moving on, it latched onto my leg. I was not scared. The tunnel deflated, and I realized this was their way of limiting time in the tunnel. As I came out of the flattened tube, a tentacled thing was stuck to my leg, all deflated as well, but I knew once they added water back, all the animals would be fine. It was a happy experience

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This dream took place at my house that I was living at when I first started school here. I recognized the street and the houses around me. It was at night and my neighbor and I decided to throw a party at both our houses at the same time so we could have room for more people to come and we wouldn’t be as limited. There were people everywhere that were laughing and drinking and smoking cigarettes in the yards and having a great time. Some people I knew and some I had to ask who they were. Between my brother and friends and neighbor introducing people to me as more showed up I could not keep track of all of them. But as the night went on there was one individual at the party that no one knew who he was, and was keeping a pretty close distance to me for hours. I at first didn’t think anything of it because of the number of people in our yards and houses. As the night went on he kept getting closer and closer to me and was touching me as I would walk by him and grabbed me and even hugged me. Of course not knowing this individual I asked if he would leave me alone or I would have to ask him to leave. A while later I was walking back from my neighbor’s house back to mine and he was leaning up against a tree and ran up and grabbed me and I started screaming. With all the noise and music no one heard me or even looked my way. Luckily my older brother and our best friend saw a guy running away towards the cars with someone over his shoulder and ran after him to check it out. Before the guy got to his car they saw that it was me and grabbed the guy and took me from him and threw him into the side of his car. Of course my brother threatened him to leave or the cops would be called, so we thought after he got in the car and drove away, that I would be safe to return to the party. Well latter in the night people started to leave and the party started to die down. As I was taking a bag of trash to the dumpster I was grabbed again by a different guy that looked vaguely like the next door neighbor on the other side. But this time my brother and brother’s best friend saw the whole thing and were closer to me then the first time. My brother grabbed the second guy and as it turns out not far from where I we were the first guy was waiting; my brother and I’s friend went after him. I was left on the ground and as I was watching this fight I started scooting away closer to my house. Then all of a sudden my brother scoops me up into his arms and starts running towards the house and I looked back and saw the guys lying on the ground lifeless. As we got back to the house my brother set me down on a chair just inside the door and told me to stay there because he was going to go take care of them and didn’t want me to see what they were doing. As he walked out the door our friend came and sat down in the chair with me and pulled me into his lap and told me to go to sleep and everything was going be okay and he was never going to leave me.

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My dream: BBQ on a forested mountain, hanging around, tents up, great food and friends. A sudden hush falls through the crowd, with a dozen people now staring at the sunset. One of the girls begins to countdown, from 20, everyone else chimes in. We get louder and louder and all other sounds fad to a low buzzing. I move away from everyone to get a non-forested view of the days end. The next second after the world goes black I yell out to everyone to get up high. Remembering that height will effect the angle you can see the sun, so everyone gets on top of the cars, then stands up. We see the sun rush back up to reset for another sunset. As the sun becomes distorted black spots fill in the right side of the yellow and orange, growing till the sun is crescent. Everyone freaks out. Running from who knows running to nowhere, for this was inescapable. I don't run, instead I stand straight and tall. I stare even more into the sky. The sun rotates in crescent form becoming black as all, then far to bright, and it was getting larger, even changing color to a deep red. It's brightness waned and its size grew I could see flares, ripples, holes in the sun.I begin to float. It rotates more becoming a crescent then total black. I waited for several minutes. Nothing. Absolute black. Blinding light fills my vision once again, with a hole in the sun to the left now. As my eyes adjust I see not a hole but a planet in the sky. It was blue and textured, then it was earth. I was seeing earth forming an eclipse of the giant red sun. The ground at my feet was getting hot and the couch needed more insulation, I gather more pillows as the ground become red and perched atop them. I had no escape. As the earth fully eclipsed the sun I got a message on my iPhone. I reach for my pocket to find an app newly added. I open it to find something called "the innocent slider". I tap it. The eclipse fully takes over the sky and I am pulled through the hole as I see a slider for a number between one and a hundred. I slide to a hundred confused as the hell is happening. My nose widens. Several more sliders, all with the same numbers, but no clue what they will change. I slide them to random numbers to get to the next page, knowing that i had not much time. Everything about me is molded, I feel so different. The next slider is blue square on one side and a pink triangle on the other. It is set to the blue side I slide it quickly to the other for I sense a time limit quickly approaching. Now I'm female. The hell, I think. Next two sliders give a list of symbols which all look like ancient civilizations. I see a symbol for Aztec, Navajo, Egyptian, Indian, Chinese and something else, several others I didn't recognize. I slide it to Iroquois. I could feel my body changing. I was naked now. The timeline was almost up. I needed to go. The eclipse passed over me, I fell into blackness. . . . I then awoke. Confused that I knew English, that I was male, and then realized it was a dream.

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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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