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I was in a waiting room at a hospital. I was sitting next to two older ladies. Then into the room comes my mother. She walks toward me with a big smile on her face. She has a bag of barbecue potato chips in her hand. She sits down away from me with her back turned. The interesting thing is she has a rose bush and flowers coming out of her head. The lady comments who is that? I said that is my mother , she has left the earth's plane since October of this year. I then walked towards my mom. She had fell on the floor as soon as I told the ladies she had passed. When I got near her, her body was deteriorating in front of me. I looked into her eyes and she kept saying Royal, Royal, Royal. I looked to the ladies I was sitting with and their bodies also were deteriorating,

I am walking in the area of Union and Bijou. There are many bears wandering around but I am not concerned. The bears are just meandering about not hurting anything. Suddenly a panel truck/van comes backing into the intersection and one bear stands up to challenge it. The van is traveling pretty fast and the bear is hit and pushed into the storm drain at the corner of the intersection. It is obviously dead. The van driver gets out and I say to him, Did you see him challenge you?”

I was outside of my dormitory with two friends who attend the school with me. we were standing and then noticed a rattling sound in a tree next to us. the tree had no leaves since it was winter time. after focusing on the sound we notice that the rattling noise was coming from what looked like a bird, but after it flew directly towards my face i then noticed the animal wasn't a bird but a tiny brown bat.i was thinking what is a bat doing out in the day time it must be confused, poor thing. there after we noticed these large creatures flying in the sky that were swirling above in the sky. they looked like huge birds but after the creatures began to swirl in closer i noticed that it was a beautiful white horse, that looked fat and strong with like lightning blue squiggly designs on it. along side it was also a healthy looking very pink, fat pig. both had wings and were flying. the animals landed onto the ground and then a van pulled up and they ended up in the van somehow with these men who seemed dangerous. i felt as though the men were killers but would not kill me nor my friends. we were not on their kill list. however the pig ended up being stabbed with a dagger and began to run out of the van. the horse ran after it and rounded it up back into the van. my friends and i also ended up in the van. the pig was hurt but wasn't bleeding. the puncture was one that would cause major bleeding if the object inserted was to be pulled out. the horse seemed to be the big's guardian.

I'm in a dating game. Seated at a table, the women are on one side the men on the other. During intermission one of the men point out that the hair on my legs had grown long I was shocked. When the game ended I got up to leave and this same man walked up to me and chose me. He bought me clothes and gifts and put a ring on my finger he sang to me. We met friends and told them what happened they asked me if I was serious about all this, I said yes. And I began to laugh , the more I laughed the more I wanted to laugh from deep within.

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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