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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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My dream started with a competition where 12 girls would be chosen to be part of a TV show. After We we're picked we flew out of the country to India. Where the host of the TV show took all our money and held us hostage. However, she explained that this was part of the TV show. She said we we're all going to die, but in different ways. She killed one girl by throwing her off a cliff, but then went back to name sure she was dear because she had to make sure they suffered. The host was abused when she was little and wanted to inflict paint on others. Throughout the dreams she takes us strawberry picking and through mountains filled with snow. Her helpers to calm us down and to prevent us from screaming they drop tablets of Molly. We take them and I think it was a way to control us. Sometimes they set us loose on a mountain and we had to find our way back to them through all the snow.

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Okay so in my dream, i was driving somewhere with my family and then we stopped at a hotel (i think) and this obviously had powerful meanings to me as my family were all looking at me and i felt upset and tearful. Despite this i found myself inside walking down the corridor by myself when i passed a woman who i seemed to recognize and she stopped and came back to me and turned around a picture in her hand that showed a picture of a baby, which made me exclaim and then start to cry. When i looked up she held a baby/toddler who was i think about one and a half, the baby was a girl who had a small amount of very ginger hair on her head and really big blue eyes (like myself.) i was bawling my eyes out and this baby was staring at me with her amazing eyes. I knew that she was my daughter and that i had given birth to her when i was too young to take care of her and that's why she was with this woman. The woman then had no baby but beckoned me down the corridor and through some double doors into a big hall with a stage at the front the woman wasn't in front of me anymore but a small girl who had long red hair down to her waist which was tucked into her jacket and peaked out at the bottom, when i asked her to take it out she did, although i don't remember her voice or her face. i followed her up to the front where two teenagers were standing on the stage watching me, the girl had red hair which was a little way past her shoulders and the boy had black hair which was curly on top but less at the sides, they smiled at me and i was crying again, i knew that they were my children, and the boy looked about 14 and the girl about 13. I asked them how old they were and the boy said "we're teenagers now" and then the hall was filled with people and my daughter shouted out to them something about how i was always going to be their mother and that she loved me so much. I was still crying and my family were there too and my children kept smiling at me like they were so happy to see me.

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