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My little brother had died in my dream. He was getting ready to go off to college but somethin g happened, im not sure how he died. But my parents told me in my dream and I was crushed. I felt this huge weight descend upon me and I was overwhelmed. I thought I was on the couch but when I looked up, I was standing by the huge window in our living room. I watched as our van drove away like it had when my 1 year old foster brother went back to his father. I couldn't breathe because I was so sad and angry this was happening....again. An old, beat up green truck (a truck my brother would have loved) was backing into our drive way. I heard my sister say, "someone's here" and when I looked into the reflection in the glass I saw my friend that passed away a year ago.I said quietly "Derek? Why are you here? What does this mean?" I remember being so sad, words just fail to describe it. But Derek lowered his head and shook it as he put a hand on my shoulder. My parents looked at me with their tear filled eyes like I was crazy. I went to the door, it felt like it took forever, but as I did all my memories of my brother flooded me. I finally reach the door and it's a little boy with his back turned to me. I place my hand on his shoulder to turn him toward as me. As I turn h i m, he morphhs into my 6 foot tall brother: he was crying and smiling, brushing this all off like would in a joke. "Please, please dont leave! I love you. Please don't go." He hands me a dish with food, smiles, hugs me and leaves for the truck. Derek comes out and again places his hand on my shoulder. "It's going to be ok." He whispers in my ear. Derek hugs me and then gets in the truck with my brother. I'm left on the porch, darkness descends upon me and I cry. Because I dont want to be ok, I want them all back. My brothers....When I went back inside, my parents ashed me to write his obituary but I could with that face starring back at me because once I write it, he's really gone. My brother really would be gone. And that's when I woke up crying because it felt too real to be a dream.

I was on a bus and we came to an accident on the road and someone exclaimed oh how terrible, and told us not to look because the bodies were strewn across the ground and torn(very graphic), I kept my composer while looking as we passed, as we got near a foot of one of the deceased almost touched me but i shyed away from it or more like the skin of the bus did, i then walked to the front of the bus and as i walked i looked at the seats as i passed and there were dropps of blood on some. I reach the front of the bus and almost decide to sit in front of the yellow line but instead choose a seat behind the line. I'm then given a small white dog as a gift that is loveing, then i get off the bus at my stop.

I am walking down the street and this guy comes up to me and starts talking to me. I talk with him and and we walk into a restaurant. My ex is in the restaurant and he goes up to her. He starts talking to her and out of undying I go up to him grab him by the shirt and tell him that if he talks looks or touches her that I will kill him. He then extends his arm and strokes her stomach. I grab him by the throat throw him onto the ground and proceed to pummel him. Then after about a minute he gets up and runs away. I start to chase after him but my ex tells me it isn't worth it.

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 dream about my friend and I living in a mansion together and married. We have no kids or pets. We are wealthy, successful, happy. My mansion has an elevator, swimming pools, game tables, great views, theater, and outdoor activity. We like to party. He a very sexy man who will always be there for me no matter what. He doesn't care how stupid I am. He is heroic and sensitive. He is a people person. He and I laugh at the same things. I dream about us going on dates together and nothing goes wrong. He is happy to see me and I am happy to see him. He doesn't want to be separated from me no matter how annoying. He likes to touch me especially on my face. He loves me for who I am and I love him for who he is.

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