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I walked into H’s classroom. I was wearing jeans, and a black sweater with a zip at the top. I walked across the front of the room and then to the back right corner. I thought I saw an open seat near Pig, but as I drew nearer I noticed an article of clothing on that seat. It was taken. I then went over to the back left corner of the room, and there I found a seat. It was near Bottle Cap Guy. I talked to him a bit, but about what I can’t recall. I had a black binder on the floor. Pig sat on that binder. I said timidly, "Pig, you're sitting on my binder. That's not good." I asked her to get off it. She obliged. Later, I left the room and headed down the hall to where the stairs are – the ones that lead down to the woodshop hall. They were much larger than they are in real life, and slightly curved. Pig was coming up those stairs toward me, holding a baby. The baby looked...pristine? Pig didn't pay me much attention as she passed. After Pig, I then had to wait for a class of little kids as they made their way up the middle of the stairs. There was another class waiting to go up, but I set off down the stairs before they started up. As I went down, I saw an old man struggling mightily along the rails to get up the stairs, about 10-15 steps from the top. I debated whether I should help him, and decided he would be fine, so I continued on. There was a teacher at the bottom next to the kids, looking at me strangely. Judging me, perhaps. At the bottom of the stairs, I found myself in a sort of "Dream" Vegas. I had a sunken feeling. I was so far from getting there, and it really sunk in then. I felt depressed as I meandered around this basement casino. I thought of what it would be like to do an interview about poker. "We" was a word I imagined using in the interview...Referring to "we poker players", probably. I thought about speaking strongly rather than timidly – of being a strong character rather than a weak and pathetic one.

January 21, 2014

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My daughter started speaking

January 31, 2014

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I had a dream that it was 6th pd and for some reason Jake was in our class. Im not sure what started it but he started saying extremely offensive things insulting homosexuals and he would not shut up. Throughout the whole thing i couldn't speak no matter how much anger had built up. The thing was no one spoke up until i noticed Chris made this face of like I had enough of your shit stood up , walked over to jake who was right next to me and asked him Why do you hate them so much? What did they do to you? Is it cause you're brainwashed by religion that you're like this? Then jake got pissed and insulted Chris so Chris pushed him back. Then suddenly jake tried to punch him and i had stood up and stopped him from punching Chris. I did that twice throughout the confrontation. Finally it ended and towards the end of class Chris came over and hugged me as a thank you.

January 21, 2014

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I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

February 11, 2014

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Climb up stair where lived as a kid in old buildings went into my grandmothers flat she seemed shorter and had face covered and did not speak to me also there was my late mother and father also never spoke my father had a smile on his face but no one said a word to me the thing was the dream seemed to want me to stay and I wanted to wake up seemed like it pulled me in

February 10, 2014

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Being carried down a live stream with my family but there where bee's suckling honey and paying us no mind with some desirable men trying to get my attention. The friend of my baby fathers family asked if he could speak to me and at this point i had come to the end og the stream and was ringing my bathing suit out and i made them wait?

February 02, 2014

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A couple of weeks ago I had started speaking to a friend and we got closer and closer and before I knew it we were seeing each other, a couple of days later she suddenly went 'off' and stopped speaking to me and I have no idea how she feels and where I stand. Last night I had dreamed I was with her and we were jokingly arguing about how she went off with me but I am happy we were speaking and seeing each other. In the dream I also got close to her and embraced her and I touched her neck (not violently) to feel her touch. I don't understand what this means?

February 01, 2014

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I dreamt i was at a funeral and under a tent the were people speaking in other tongues with the dead body corpse floating in mid-air , after i saw that body i collapsed

January 31, 2014

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I dreamt i was at a funeral and under a tent the were people speaking in other tongues with the dead body corpse floating in mid-air

January 31, 2014

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In my dream I was seeting in a public place with my mother as I was looking around I sore a big bird in the roof of the house oposite me I started thinking if I wistle to this bird will he come closer to me? Then I deside to try I wistle bringing my hands out as if I have some food in my hand and the bird fly down close to me and try to eat the food in my hand and I was turching the birds body but the bird did not see any food in my hand so he flew as he try to fly he was weak is like he speak out to me saying he was weak or I was thinking he was because he is hungry I can't remember. I and my mother rush this bird to the kichen and we both chew dry corn and was about to give it to the bird then I woke up.

January 26, 2014

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