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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.

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I often dream vivid dreams. Last night I was swimming in the ocean, alone, far from shore but with it still in sight. In the distance, a jet came into view. The closer it came to me, the more I could see that it was going to crash. Out of control, the jet ambled towards me. I had nowhere to go, no way to escape. I felt certain it was going to attempt a water landing with me in its path. I was left only to pray, and watch. It came closer and closer. Flying low, I dove underwater as it approached, fighting to go deeper. The plane squealed loudly as it skimmed the surface of the water above me. I could look up and see its belly scratching and clawing the surface above. The sound was deafening, a collective terrorizing shout of fear of the hundreds of nameless faces inside I could not see. As the plane skid past me, and with my lungs empty and crying for air, I fought with every muscle in my body aching to break back to the top and breathe again. I made it just in time, looking over my shoulder with weak but effusive pants just in time to see the plane bellow into the giant beachside hotel buildings, destroying them on impact with a deafening blow that echoed for miles. The anticipated explosion followed. I spent the next few minutes back underwater hiding and looking up as debris fell and tattered my surroundings forming a blanket that sought to drown me. Treading water moments later, the once peaceful ocean was littered and trashed with fiery scraps of metal, junk and torn body parts. I rescued a drowning boy and his sister. They were maybe five. Twins. Crawling onto the beach with the boy and the girl on my back, wringing to my neck, I laid them down. They were alive, whoever they were. I woke up.

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I had this dram more than once. Of a big pink older wooden house.The house was empty with a long hallway and bedrooms along each side of the hallway with the living room at the end of hallway.But my vision of me walking down the hallway was at a slant like if the house was slanted the wood floor was slanted too.Then out of nowhere a ball was bouncing towards me as it got closer the bounce got louder.And the ball got bigger .It seem to be a agressive bounce.Then when it would reach me it scared me it was 3D vision to me I wake up scared & sweating.Another dream of the same thing but this time I seem to be trying to get the bouncing ball as it was bouncing away from me into each room and sometimes the room doors would slam on me. Then I wake up scared.

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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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