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D’ailleurs, l’heure est aux répétitions, notamment pour les candidats des années précédentes, qui vont devoir redoubler d’efforts pour se remettre à niveau. A cette occasion, a retrouvé pour son plus grand plaisir son ancien complice et partenaire, Christian Millette, et a immortalisé leurs retrouvailles via les réseaux sociaux d’un petit message : "Souvenirs souvenirs !!! Retour à l'entra?nement pour la tournée avec mon Christian Millette". Ensemble, ils avaient gravi les échelons de la compétition, avant d’être éliminés aux portes de la finale, à leur grande déception. tn requin

I had a nightmare and tried to wake up by saying the Lord's prayer. I woke up and went back to sleep. I was half asleep when my friend tried to undress me and have sex with me. I see his eyes shift up and behind me. I realize someone is watching and start screaming and yelling at everyone. I start throwing things and smashing everything. I walk out of the room to see someone holding a camcorder. I knock it out of their hand. I'm yelling at the top of my lungs. I wake up from my dream and feel frightened. I am scared. I try to go back asleep and a different friend is in bed with me comforting me about what happened. My friend and I are cuddling. I can't talk because my mouth is so dry from yelling in my previous dream or situation. My friend tries to give me water but is poking the top with his finger. I tell him to quiet down so my mom doesn't hear him. My brother wakes up and tells me that my mom could probably hear me. I tell my brother that I am freaking out because of my previous nightmares. My brother tells me that I am in a nightmare right then. I start yelling "no" and I woke up from my dream.

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.

I woke up from a nightmare. I was half asleep when my friend tried to hook up with me or take advantage of me while I was asleep. I see his eyes shift up and behind me. I realize someone is watching and start screaming and yelling at everyone. I start throwing things and smashing everything. I walk out of the room to see someone holding a video camera. I take it out of their hand and throw it. I'm yelling at the top of my lungs. I wake up from my dream and freak out about what happened. I try to make myself fall back asleep and a different friend is in bed with me comforting me about what happened. I can't talk because my mouth is so dry from yelling in my previous dream or situation. My friend tries to give me water but is poking the top with his finger. I tell him to quiet down so my mom doesn't hear him. My brother wakes up and tells me that my mom could probably hear me. I tell my brother that I am freaking out from my previous nightmares. My brother tells me that I am in a nightmare right then. I start yelling "no" and I woke up from my dream.

There is a little girl and i am seeing through her eyes. i'm in a white small dark tunnel about the size of a bigger vent. My hands are tied, and I've been gagged. I'm scared and crying. I wriggle/crawl through the tunnel. I don't know why because I don't think I'll get anywhere. As I move, I notice a hole above me. It's big enough for me to fit through. As I go toward it, a hand smashes down into the tunnel. It's unnaturally pale. It's trying to get me! For some reason I can't go backwards! I can't go fast enough! The hand grabbed my hair and started pulling me up, but I escaped. Then suddenly I remembered. This is what my mother did before she died. When I was being a bad girl. I'm scared. I back away far enough to where the hand can't reach me. Maybe I'll sleep here, and when I wake up, she'll be gone... Wait! She's coming down here! HELP!!! Then there is static, like an old tv switching channels back and forth. I see the hand trying to grab me, then I see her rushing toward me, pale and deadly. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

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