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My female pit bulldog was laying on

My female pit bulldog was laying on my leg and she looked like she was losing her hair. I then saw black hair on the ground in little patches lined up in neat lines.

Im in a garden i went to

Im in a garden i went to a wet patch the green snake bit me i pulled it out and the tail was a rotten cucumber split in half empty

Had a dream i was in a

Had a dream i was in a patch of feild and a large 12 foot huge rock was in front of me out of the top of the rock water was coming out and flowing into a dinner plate size dish (also part of the rock) from there it went down into a small foot deep pond at the base of the rock. So i walked up to the deal with a urn like clay 3 foot tall pot in my hand knelt and held the drinking device in a way where the run off from the dish began to fill up the pot and overflow into my mouth.It began to fill me up with the coldest most refreshing water, it was like cold cold cold air deep deep within.The second the water hit the pit of my stomatch it felt as if it was never going to end, like the breth i took in was non stop forever coming in.It was taking me over, it was overflowing inside me only to come out only to go back in and overflow.Then i woke up and said Hey now that was cool....Share with me your thoughts.

One skin doctor dreams he has whote

One skin doctor dreams he has whote patches on face. He then tries to use the medications. But he cannot findthe free samples. He will have to buy them.

I was taking a shower and I

I was taking a shower and I noticed the head of a very small green snake in a round vent in the wall. I became alarmed. The snake started to slither all over the house. As it come out of the hole in the wall it was actually quite big. And only it's head was green. The patch just below it's head was a read and gold tartan. As it moved around the house my mother was there telling me not to worry. I had an idea to get a lawn edger (like a spade) and cut the head off the snake. But as people (men I think) came in to help me deal with the snake it disappeared into the walls of the house. Again, my mother told me not to worry. Important notes for the dream: The house was a version of my childhood home; my mother passed-away just over two weeks ago; I have to look for a new roommate because my partner is moving out (but we are not breaking up); work is hectic and unstable. Can you please tell me what you think my dream means in the Freudian terms of wish-fulfillment, condensation, symbolism, censorship, distortion, displacement and secondary revision? Additional Details I should probably add that I am not worried about this dream. Also, I may not agree with everything Freudian but I am interested in how he would interpret this dream.

Ballsiest,Last week, is the first thing you

Ballsiest,Last week, is the first thing you notice about it. but it might be possible overseas when you have first dibs on hot new companies in countries with fledging capital markets. Florida on Aug. along with other tasty offerings from Narragansett." strays into purple prose and strained analogies But the premise is strong the work appealing and the juxtapositions telling Particularly impressive is the success with which the curators elucidate the "no" the work that failed to meet the artists standards In most cases the artist would hide this but Close has allowed some of his rejected work to be seen in multiple iterations which is fascinatingAnd it is Close who emerges as the most provocative of the three major artists represented Closes work has long focused on the dispassionate geography of the human face the surface data of unsentimental portraiture At Crown Point he has experimented with particularly difficult technical challenges the creation of a large-scale mezzotint from a black-and-white head shot of a man named "Keith" and the use of woodblock printing to replicate a watercolor of a woman named "Leslie" Closes wife at the time In another project based on a self-portrait he attempts to collage together different images that represent stages in the three-color separation process of printingIn his painted work Close has meticulously built up photo-realist images by layering red blue and then yellow until a fully colored work emerges thus replicating the separation process of color printing In some of his printed work he attempts to highlight the wonderful absurdity and virtuosity of this meticulous process of photo-realist painting allowing the various stages of color separation to commingle with patches of red blue and purple or a collaged and lurid riot of different prints that bring brilliant yellows and greens and blues into painful proximity we will be the first to call for a full restoration of U. We should move urgently to deepen our engagement with the Egyptian people on this basis.“I’m not good at math,an IRS official being bad at math! —and wound up punctuating what was a torturous response to the A skeptical press corps peppered Lerner with questions many of which she and her staff were unable or unwilling to answerA sampling:1 IRS officials claimed that there was no political bias behind the targeting of these conservative groups but they failed to produce any examples of similar targeting of groups with non-conservative-sounding names Initially they suggested that other non-conservative-sounding names might have been targeted By the end of the call though Lerner acknowledged: “I only said that because I never like to say ‘absolutely not’ I don’t have any information on that”2 Lerner wouldn’t say whether anyone is being disciplined then appeared to say there was no disciplinary action then went back to saying she wouldn’t comment Federal personnel rules appear to prohibit Lerner from discussing discipline so she has some justification for not commenting But that justification was never explained and instead she was pressed repeatedly on why she wouldn’t discuss discipline3 Lerner said she disclosed the information because someone asked her about it Friday morning —indicating that she had no plans to release the information publicly despite the confirmed wrongdoing4 When asked how they found out about the wrongdoing Lerner said the investigation stemmed from media reports about conservative groups claiming that they were targeted not from any internal review5 Lerner and her staff tried to get off the phone call after less than half an hour of questioning but Columbia Journalism Review reporter (and Pulitzer Prize winner) David Cay Johnston informed them that they had better stay and answer everyone’s questions They stayed on the call for another 20 minutes By the end they said Lerner had to get to some appointments and cited the “repetitive” line of questioning Johnston informed them that it was because they weren’t answering the questionsKaren Tumulty contributed to this post It doesn’t take the most nuanced or careful view of a country with one of the world’s highest-geared propaganda machines, it is fascinating to have this glimpse inside the hermit kingdom, where the RNC hopes to swing just enough votes to tip those states in Mitt Romneys electoral vote column.

Dragons, a pirate ship, man with a

Dragons, a pirate ship, man with a patch over left eye with a parrot on shoulder, a crew of pirates swabbing the deck. me dressed as a pirate singing Hoist the colors high.

I lived in a shut-in society. It

I lived in a shut-in society. It had walls a few stories high and had a magical protective dome around it. The people inside grew up to believe that the outside world contained only death and destruction. That it was a barren wasteland (not that any of us ever saw it). One day, I was going to a friend's workplace to hang out with them while they were on break. We were laughing and joking around until we had strayed too far from the workplace and came upon the wall. I always avoided the wall because it had a deep, sinister look to it, but today I was struck with a deep curiosity. Nobody went to the top of that wall; nobody looked outside. But I wanted to. So I scaled the wall until I came to the top of it. I looked down and saw that there were trees turning the color of autumn, patches of grass upon the ground. And I saw a movement. There was a creature scurrying through the brush, its red coat popping out against the dull surrounding. It was a fox. It stopped and stared up at me with its beady eyes full of wisdom and sadness and then it ran and disappeared. Something about the fox made me want to reach out to that world. So I did. I brought my hand forward. When I did...it touched the dome and made a tiny hole where my finger went through. I waited to see if it would close up, but it didn't. Thinking I would get into trouble, I quickly got down from the wall and I never told anyone what happened up there. Later that week...people started dropping dead for no reason. Hours after they "died", their skin would turn purple, blue, and black. Their eyes would sink into their flesh and leave black pits. Anyone who came near those people would die too. I didn't understand what was happening until I observed it happening. There was a mist. It was a type of creature that didn't have a physical body It would enter through people's mouths while they were unaware and then it would paralyze its victims so they appeared dead, then after a few hours it would start sucking the life from them, sucking as much nutrients from the body until the people actually died. The mist got to my mother and my grandmother. I tried to save them. Their lips were starting to turn blue as the mist creature was already starting to drain the life from my family members. I did something insane. I pressed my mouth against their lips, and the creatures, seeing an easy victim, transferred from their body to mine. The first creature that invaded hurt a lot and felt like I was suffocating. Somehow I managed to be able to semi-function though. And then I got the second creature to fall for my plan. By then, I was in utter agony. But I could still move. I was somehow immune to whatever they did to paralyze their victims. I'm sure the creatures didn't know, or else they would've tried to get out. I called an emergency line to make sure that people would come to rescue my mom and grandmother and then I ran. I ran away from everyone and everything in a blind hurry to get those creatures inside of me as far away from everyone as I possibly could. The sheer power of my will drove me, because the pain was my entire world in that moment. But...for some reason, I kept thinking back to the fox as I was realizing my doom. Something about it bothered me. Something about it was just...off. I don't remember what happened after that thought because I was in too much pain. Then I woke up.