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I was sitting at a desk talking to a unknown black man with dreadlocks about a job I platted his hair. I left the room went outside I had on red panties and a t-shirt and was not embarrassed. I ran from a crowd of people that was drinking champagne. I ran around a wooden fence that had a hole in it. Onc I got around the fence all of my family was in a field. My brother was playing with a football with my nephew and my sister was complaining to my dad about his behavior. My uncle was talking to someone.

I had a dream last night , its hard to explain. i felt something on top of my head with legs and shape like an octopus but it wasnt an octopus. it was wrap around my head and face, and i reach over and grap it and the first thing i said was. i got you. than i started to crush while walking to the restroom to flush it down the toilet. and than 2nd thing i said was. im finaly free. dont what's the meaning of this dream. but i do feel free. my mind nevery been so clear and focus. can you please explain this dream to me

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.

My mom was possessed and wanted to kill me, I scratched her neck so badly she was bleeding and then my oldest sister appeared and hit her on her bum with a sjambok she started bleeding there too, that hurt me to see, she then tried to explain to us that she was not committing these murders intentionally, she was possessed but no one listened to her. I also saw the sky was too shades grey and maroon, my sister hit my mom in public with small boys nearby playing soccer were watching and that was also embarrassing for me

My neighbors, jim (the man that build the 3rd floor) and his son john rang my doorbell and i opened the door. and john started crying and my stomach dropped. i said whats wrong. he said “helen died” and started crying. so then i did too. and i asked how and she fell out of a window (kinda funny now) and it was unexpected because she’s a kid. so then i somehow rewrote my entire speech. and i was giving it again in class. and suddenly i was reading a part about how helen died. but my speech is about sleep, not about death. so then i started stuttering and i asked my teacher if i could try again. i did and messed up. then i asked to sit down and practice for another day and explained that i didn’t know why i had that part of the speech in there. then i woke up and didn’t remember if helen was dead or not. because i thought my second dream was a dream and the helen part wasn’t

My neighbors, jim (the man that build the 3rd floor) and his son john rang my doorbell and i opened the door. and john started crying and my stomach dropped. i said whats wrong. he said “helen died” and started crying. so then i did too. and i asked how and she fell out of a window (kinda funny now) and it was unexpected because she’s a kid. so then i somehow rewrote my entire speech. and i was giving it again in class. and suddenly i was reading a part about how helen died. but my speech is about sleep, not about death. so then i started stuttering and i asked my teacher if i could try again. i did and messed up. then i asked to sit down and practice for another day and explained that i didn’t know why i had that part of the speech in there. then i woke up and didn’t remember if helen was dead or not. because i thought my second dream was a dream and the helen part wasn’t

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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