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A city turned into a prison for

A city turned into a prison for both male and female no fences but so far away no one can escape I live there in every dream I have

Im in a classroom bymyself i looked

Im in a classroom bymyself i looked at the chalkboard ans all of the sudden i see the earth as i was staring at the earth i see seven angels coming toward me. I saw one angel going to the state of California and another angel going over the state of Kansas City and the five angels coming toward me.

Dream Christmas Eve 2019: Background: I plan

Dream Christmas Eve 2019: Background: I plan on buying a particular used model of a BMW next year. I have a friend named Todd who works on the ocean and visits once or twice a year, he is not here at this time. The Dream: I saw the model car that I want to buy, it was white and I do not want a white car but this had everything else I wanted. The owner let me take it for a ride by myself. Prior to giving me the keys he said “The salesman told me, 'Whatever you do, don't push the static electricity button.” I drove off and really enjoyed the ride. Apparently I did push the static electricity button (as I found out later in the dream). The car ran fine for me and I returned it to the owner and also, apparently, we swapped our shoes with each other for awhile. The next scene I was in a place I would describe as an auditorium. The owner of the car came up to me and we started to swap shoes (I remember that I found that disgusting as I would not want to actually wear someone elses shoes). As we were exchanging shoes he said, “Why did you do it?” I said, “Do what.” He replied, “Push the static electricity button.” I had no answer but told him I would pay to fix it. He said that he had already done that and it was still running poorly and that the car was talking to him. In this scene the previously faceless owner was now my friend Todd. I woke up.

United Steel Industries is a new Rolling

United Steel Industries is a new Rolling Mill in Fujairah. USI is incorporated in 140,000 square meters of land. The plant will produce bar and wire rod products for civil construction. The rolling mill project was designed in 2005 by Germany’s concern SIEMENS - VAI ( SVAI ). Our mill capacity is 1.1 MTPA producing wire rods and Rebar's. United Steel Industries images

In my dream, San Diego was ordered

In my dream, San Diego was ordered to be evacuate due to a threat. The city had to be destroyed. I escaped with a group of strangers. I was in the back seat of the car as it sped away. We were alone on a desert highway when I turned to my left to look out the window. When I stuck my head out the widow to look back, everything became surreal and quiet. I watched in horror as the sky turned black and filled with smoke and debris because the city had been leveled by a nuclear bomb. Then a song permeated my mind and body. It was "Days gone by"

It's not known where Manziel's meeting will

It's not known where Manziel's meeting will take place, but Pettine said the league will advise the Browns of its plans. The case marks the second time in Chad Williams Jersey a year that an NBA owner's mental capacity has been publicly questioned. After former Clippers owner Donald Sterling's disparaging remarks about blacks became public last Lebron Shoes Free Shipping year, his wife had him removed from the family trust that owned the team, which was later sold, because of questions about his mental competence. O'Brien was asked why he was staying with Mallett since Hoyer was more effective on Sunday. While he was out, C.J. Anderson broke off a 28-yard run to make it 24-10. Bowles said rookie wide receiver Devin Smith tweaked an ankle during practice and was limited.

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On the first day, I'm walking along

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

On the first day, I'm walking along

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path. I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary.