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I was leaving from a girls night out and one of my friends are drunk. So we got invited on a party bus. On the bus were unknown professional basketball players and other women dress provocatively. I was wearing a shirt and leggings. Their were enough women where they can each have a man. My friend who was drunk started to get mad because she was not drinking anymore. So on the bus I would stare at every man, but there was one who gotten my attention. So we were speaking to each other. Then, the bus stopped at a fancy hotel. We had a hotel party but at the end of the party every girl had a man. And I had the same guy I was talking to on the bus. We slept in the same room but we just spoke the whole next. The next day came we he want me to come back on the bus with him and go to the game I was apprehensive at first but then I said yes. When we got back on the bus half the girls weren't there. The bus started up they said we're going to the mall first. I knew the mall we we're going to because my sister worked there and she needed money for the rent. So I gave her $3000 cash that I got from the stem in the mall. The player walked with me to give my sister the money. He smiled and then my sister pulled me aside and said he was just a drafted basketball player for the Lakers. I wasn't surprised. After I went to buy an outfit. Then, we left and headed to the bus. We started to head the games because they had to check in for the game. The girls and I waited on court side seats. It actually wasn't that bad. The game finally began it was really good. The won the game that night. So the girls and I met the men back at the bus. Went went back to the same hotel for a party but the gentleman and I left after an hour to go back to his room. We started to speak again then we winded up kissing which lead to us having sex I made him scream so loud. The we finally fell my head was on his chest. I woke up earlier then him took the room key and went to get us some food and a coffee. When I came he was just waking up and I gave him breakfast and I gave him a kiss. Then, he got up and I told him I enjoyed everything but I need to get to my house and check on everything and get some fresh close. I invited him and his team over but I warned him that it wasn't that big. He said yea him and the team will come over. So we all got up got on the bus and went back to my house they were surprised that young person like me had such a big and beautiful house.

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.

I was walking in my parents garden. It was a long time a go, and we had a long garden and at the back, we grew our own vegetables and fruit. So I was walking around in the back when all of a sudden everything was on fire. So I ran to the house while chased by tigers who were half tiger, half fire. As soon as I came in I got a glass of milk and some cheese and somebody was knocking at the door. It was a Nazi from WW2 who wanted to put me in a concentration camp. So I escaped through a magical door in the basement and ended up in wonderland. I talked to the rabbit and the princess (I think the princess was the girl from the crazy kangaroo bar) and they gave me a magical potion which made me really smart. So I left wonderland, ended up in Japan where master Hirotashi (?) helped me making my own samurai sword. I practiced with that sword a little and took swimming with destination Australia. There I fought the Germans until all the pretty African girls were set free by me. But before i became the true hero, I got shot by a corpse. Before I died, Gemma Arteron, who was a vampire, bit me to save me from dying and gave me eternal life. Everyone was afraid of me after that happened which made me very sad and lonesome. So I waked into a cave to live a solitary life. The end of the cave ended up In a big hallroom full of sad creatures. And because I was the saddest, I became their king. And then a blonde girl without a face came to me and said: what are you doing? What are you doing? Go out, and find the hidden book of life.

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.

I dreamed that I was renting a room in an apartment. I had a female roommate with blonde hair. I had my Maltese dog; Lucy with me. The roommate didn't like my dog and complained to the landlady that my dog was urinating and pooping all over the house. She was lying. Lucy was wagging her tail every time she saw me. The landlady came to tell me to give away my dog. She went to show me where Lucy had pooped in the kitchen. I picked up the feces and they were brownies. I showed the landlady this and told her that the other blonde roommate was lying and was trying to get rid of me and the dog. A friend of mine appeared in the dream and she was renting a room there as well. She made plans with the blonde haired lady and I tried to warn her that the blonde roommate was dishonest and was trying to have me evicted. She went into the bathroom and started to wash her hair while I was trying to explain everything to her. She was ignoring me. The blonde roommate came out to confront me and I started to choke her. She turned into a metal doll. She wasn't real.

I was helping a pregnant woman who was supposed to be my cousin. I found a young boy who was unwanted and the cousin decided to adopt him. I helped around the house with chores and in the yard. I parked my car across the street from the house and a lamp pole fell on it. The pole dented the passenger side of the car, but the car seemed to absorb the pole. I argued with my cousins husband about the seriousness of the event and he walked away angry. He started doing yard work while his parents watched. I poured mmy heart out to him and expressed love for him and his wife. I grabbed him and gave him a big, tight hug, after which he forgave me. Then the young boy was taken to see a doctor and we found out that he is very sick. I walked back inside the house, which is designed like my ex- boyfriend s house, and I found my dog dying in the front hallway. My husband appeared and he would not help me with the dog. I ran around like crazy trying to get help, but no one would help. The dog psuedo-recovered. I was doing dishes in the kitchen when the husband and a ton of family appeared. He was giving a big speech about the effort everyone gave. As a reward he handed out tickets to everyone to see a play at a concert hall, but he gave me and my husband tickets to go to San Francisco. I was overwhelmed and thankful. I got into a fight with my mother over which one of us had suffered more. I stood over her yelling in her face about my sacrifices. The cousin and husband wanted private time and kicked everyone out except me. I finished the kitchen and cleaned out the refridgerator. Then I looked down the hallway and I could see the couple getting intimate, but they ignored me. I then went into the back playroom whereThe sick boy was watching television. I talked with him some more and told him how much I loved him and that I would protect him. Then we were at a missile base somewhere in America and we tripped an alarm. Missiles started firing and some men showed up to help us escape. We had a blast riding rocket ships. We were badasses.

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