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The dream started at my house. My
The dream started at my house. My brother and I were home alone. Then these black vans surrounded our house. I remember being told to "watch out for black vans." I try to get my brother up, saying we have to hide, but he didn't believe me. As one of them walked up to the house, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Sometimes we leave our front door open for fresh air. After I did that, they left us alone for a while, but they were still watching us, watching our every move. I tried to call my mom, or 911, but I guess the men did something to our service too. So we hid and waited. Then I got the bright idea (why, dream me, why) of trying to run to the neighbors house and ask for help. My brother and I took the back door out, but the men were still encircled around the house. They got a hold of me, my brother escaped. They took me to this abandoned, overpopulated house that was in terrible shape. It was in the middle of downtown San Diego, I'm surprised no one saw it. By overpopulated I mean it was filled with other kids I knew, who were also all abducted. We were allowed to roam freely around the house, we just had two unofficial rules to live by. 1: Don't try to escape. 2: DON'T anger The King. We also had these weird tracker collars. They would send signals to The King, and he'd send his little men in black vans to go and kill us, and the black van men were everywhere in the outside world. Who is The King? He's the head honcho, the big kahuna of that house. No one knows who he is, or his motives. In fact, no one knew why we were taken here. Nothing bad was happening (yet), but we knew something sinister was brewing underneath. We were scared shitless. One day, The King revealed himself. He was a short, squatty man, but had the face of a sour lemon. He had a sword tucked in its sheath in his belt loop. He didn't announce him as The King, we just all kind of figured, since he looked way way older than the rest of us. He would just walk around the house, as if he was on patrol. If he didn't like the way you look, he'd kill you. If you attempted to kill him (many did), he'd make sure you die the most brutal death. He was terrifying. I avoided him at all costs. What I saw from him was unfathomable. A transgender boy was having a mental breakdown and wasn't in the right mind. He confronted The King, pleading on his knees that he'd let him go. The King looked down at the boy. "You want to be a boy right?" The kid looked up, a little taken back by this comment. "What does that have to do with anything!?" The kid responded with, getting more frustrated and angry. "I'll help you pass better as a boy." The King grabbed him by his fluffy, pretty-long-for-a-boy hair, and scalped him with his sword. Like, he cut off his hair, and scalp, so all you could see was his brain. He fell over dead. The King did all of this with such a deadpan face. He turned to the boy's body, spat on it, and muttered, "Tranny pig." Everyone watching, and there was a lot of them, turned away once The King turned to walk away. This man was a monster. I saw a lot of kids I knew there, who were from school, dance, the neighborhood, etc. I saw a girl I knew from school and cheer leading on the verge of death, anothr cheerleading classmate, who was also her best friend, cradling her, crying. The King shot the dying one in the thigh, because she tried to escape, leaving her to die slowly. It was pretty merciful, compared to the other methods of punishment. This broke my heart. The two most popular and joyous girls I knew were at utmost despair. Throughout the dream, I could only think about my parents and my brother. Flash forward to another day, I'm walking around the house, like usual, with the rest of the "herd" of abducted children, and I meet up with that one girl who was cradling and crying over her dying best friend. We talked a little, she's very damaged because of what happened to her best friend. She tells me we need to escape. That her friend's death cannot be in vain. I'm very reluctant, but I'm pretty fast on my feet. I agree. We climb over the wall, and run a couple meters from the house. I look back, and I understand why no one sees the kids, or anything that's occurring in that house. There's some sort of protection field that makes it still look like its abandoned from the outside. The sirens go off. Green lazor lights are everywhere. Those represent the locations of the Black Van Men. We make it as far as the freeway. We try to remove the collars but we can't. Then I wake up.
I was walking out side my house,
I was walking out side my house, there was rain and thick mist. You could only see a few feet in front of you. The weather gave me a mystic and a mysterious feeling. I was walking around my house in my woods. I walked around them once and decided i would walk around a second time, I walked in front of my garden.(in this dream mine and my neighbors garden was connected by a small field in between our land) The mist loosened a bit and I saw a man wave me over, I walked up to him and I almost bumped into him because the mist. The man immediately asked why I wasn't sad, I suddenly realized his daughter died just a few days earlier and the part of her funeral was at my neighbors house. I then said "I am very sorry for your daughter." He got very angry and said I didn't. He said some other things angrily I couldn't remember. He said "She loved you, but she didn't have the guts to tell you." I was shocked and saddened, he then said there was always two words holding her back in life, and he said those words were "yes sir". Then i understood her perspective and felt that things like always following the rules, and doing what your told could hold you back in life. As i stood there speechless he said "your gonna have to pay for not being there for her." He then took out a flat paint knife, grabbed me threw me to the ground. He then began cutting my cheeks open and carved a "smiley face" on my cheeks. He then got up and ran away. Leaving me to die of blood loss. It then came apparent to me that he escaped moved away. And I died on that day and my parents never found my killer or the nature of the crime. NOTE:This man isn't my current neighbor and there is no girl that loves me that is my neighbor, I haven't seen this man ever that I recall
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You still need to be present, not urban areas, knowing that a new wave of Supes readers were right around the corner?WITH THISWEEKs release of "Man of Steel Many military leaders have trained at Western institutions They have the support of secular Egyptians and they are fighting a legitimate battle against the forces of radical Islam which will otherwise engulf Egypt just as they engulfed Iran Although nobody said so explicitly this was clearly the view of the Obama administration in the wake of Secretary of State John F Kerry put it best in an unguarded moment when he was speaking on Pakistani television " all of whom were afraid of a descent into chaos" he declared "In effect they were restoring democracy"The United States and the West should support the Muslim Brotherhood Mohamed Morsi may not have been the most effective leader of Egypt but now he is effectively under arrest Never mind that Morsis instincts were anti-liberal or that his clear intention was to place the Muslim Brotherhood in control of Egypts judicial and political institutions We ought to have supported him when he was in power and now that he is out of power his cause is even more important and tortured We should organize ourselves on their behalf and in their defense Both arguments have merit But both also have a central flaw especially when made through tweets sound bites press releases and other nuance-free forms of communication They divide the Egyptian scene into two warring camps Morsi vs the generals secular vs Islamic military vs Brotherhood thus tempting everyone to take sides Which is ridiculous since its none of our business who runs Egypt and we shouldnt be "backing" anybody at all Defense Secretary Chuck Hagel came close to this viewthis week that "Its up to the Egyptian people And they are a large great sovereign nation And it will be their responsibility to sort this out" But neither Hagel nor anyone else in the administration has taken the next logical step True its up to the Egyptian people Also true we shouldnt back one group over another in Egypt or anywhere else Those sorts of political games have won the United States an appalling reputation in the Middle East and elsewhere because they invariably backfire We support the "pro-Americans" ignore their unpopularity and are shocked when they fall Or we support the "modernizers" who then turn out to be dictators and we are shocked when they fall The particularly virulent strain of anti-Americanism in Egypt comes in part from our mostly uncritical support for Egyptian dictators in the past But there is another way to think about all this The United States can and should stand for the rule of law stable institutions and democracy And by "democracy" I mean not just an election organized by the international community but the principle that power should change hands peacefully inclusively and according to a set of rules accepted by all social groups In societies such as Egypt or Syria the advocacy of democracy isnt ideology but common sense The alternative after all is that power changes hands violently that some ethnic or religious groups are left out of the political process and that social discontent remains very high Had the Obama administration thought about Egypt in these terms it might have had a rational intelligible policy over the past several years When Hosni Mubarak was in power we should have pressured him loudly and clearly to hold elections When Morsi was president we should have called on him equally loudly and clearly to share power with other groups to make concessions to minorities to make sure that a flawed constitution was interpreted as fairly as possible Now that the military is in power we should come out loudly and clearly against its coup and use whatever limited influence we have to persuade the generals to return Egypt to constitutional rule It sounds simple but of course it isnt If Kerry can confuse a millions-strong demonstration with "democracy" and if President Obama cant bring himself to use the word "coup" then it will be difficult for this administration to be clear firm and consistent about the events unfolding not only in Egypt but also in Syria Libya and elsewhere around the worldRead more from or We’re not guys who are out on the street,After the Philadelphia Eagles’ practice ended and Riley Cooper and Cary Williams had gone to their neutral corners He was among Post reporters awarded the 2002 Pulitzer Prize for national reporting. including nuclear weapons and arms control, obviously.Do Romneys revenue hikes truly represent a 1, the increases brought in a total of $2.
I had a strange, bizarre, yet, kind
I had a strange, bizarre, yet, kind of cool dream a few weeks ago. I had recently found out that animation studio, Pixar, was creating a new doll-themed film called, “Inside Out.” So, when I fell asleep that particular night, a friend of mine, Andrew Slater, and myself both went to the studio theme park ride for the new film. The park was really just two cart rides located through the indoor studio office and the walls, ceiling, and carpet were white and very dull green in color, like in the movie, “The Cat in the Hat.” It was really weird as the rides themselves were re-engineered assembly lines with a half-doll car seat and you could view dolls being made during the ride. After the ride was finished, people could sit down and eat two pieces of toast with a bowl of grits on a green table with white-and-red plaid table spreads. Andrew and I ate our food, took another ride, and then sat down at another table. I wasn’t sure if there were rules against eating more than one serving of food, so as my friend ate another helping, I just walked away. Then I woke up feeling energized.
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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.
We knew that readers were going to
We knew that readers were going to think of her solely as a damsel in distress. "Even that pitch was different from the book that you see on the shelf today.” is translated in English as “God is Great. John McCain (R-Ariz. and $22 million bucks…. their opponents would never score a basket.Almost half the states have considered amending campaign-finance rules over the past year and a half,So far, My 28-year-old son, Gerson can think of a way of getting us out of this predicament.
I had a dream about my field
I had a dream about my field hockey team and myself playing in this big playoff game that if we win would send us into the championship game for sectionals. My dream picked up with the team in overtime and it was still scoreless with only two minutes left to play. My team did not have control of the ball and it looked as if the other team was going to score, they were putting pressure on the defense and a frenzy was starting around the goal. I came back from playing forward to help out the defense and the ball was finally cleared away from the net just when the buzzer sounded. Everyone stood around in shock wondering what will happen next since there was no score and this was a playoff game. Is there another overtime play or a shootout? The referees met in the middle of the field and called the captains over from both teams to discuss what would happen next. Our captains came running back to the bench to tell the coach and the team that we were going into a shootout. Each team had to select 5 players. I was selected by my coach to be the fifth and last shooter. Each team had to remain on the sidelines while the shooters met with the refs on the field and reviewed the rules of the shootout. All the fans were standing on the sidelines holding their breaths as the first shooter went from the other team. Our goalie made a fantastic stop and now we alternated and our first shooter goes and misses. This keeps going with no one scoring from each team. Finally the fifth shooter from the other team is up and she is their number one player who has a powerful slapshot. She dribbles up and tries to do a fake move on our goalie but she choked and out goalie made a fantastic stop! Now it was my turn as I try to jump up and down to shake the nerves away. I have 10 seconds to score and the ref signals me to begin. There was not a sound around except for the beating of my heart which was so loud I thought everyone could hear it. I started towards the goalie dribbling the ball. I deked to the right and moved to the left. The goalie dove to the ground anticipating my shot to block it but instead as she dropped down I flicked it up over her and the ball soared into the net…..GOAL!! All of a sudden the refs signaled the game was over, we were the winners and the whole team came running from the sidelines screaming and jumping on me like a dog pile. Next thing I see in my dream is myself standing on the field brushing myself off and looking around, not seeing the fans or parents, but seeing college coaches standing around with clip boards taking down a lot of notes and some even talking to my coach. My coach looked over at me and smiled then continued taking to a recruiter. Next thing I knew it was time to wake up and get ready for school.
I was stuck in this sky scraper
I was stuck in this sky scraper if you didn't follow the peoples rules there you were sent "upstairs" which nobody ever returned from. They sent my sister up there. I looked out a window and saw many buildings. The lady said that our parents could come tomorrow and get us but my mom and dad didn't know they had to come get me so I went to call her and the lady tried to take my phone and I freaked out and started running there was a huge crowd of people when I got to the bottom floor so I waded threw them and ran to the door and the lady almost got my arm but for some reason she couldn't go outside.
it was a kid (boy) sitting in
it was a kid (boy) sitting in a grass. it was a women who was selling old books. the kid was with his grandmother, he had a book in front of him and was saying that the book was not original book. he was bored or crying I don't remember this. and then I went to him and I saw the book. it was a book with title Leke Dukagjini. dukagjini are some stric rules in albania to maintain the right of all. then i said to him that it's not important if this book was the original or not, but important is to read this book and learn from it because in this way the other will not violate on foot