I don’t know what’s happening, but the only way I can explain what is happening to me by claiming its a…. thirst for knowledge. I’m a 16 year old boy, in high school, and this year has been especially strange for me. This is the issue: there are moments, throughout the entire day and night, where I come up with random ideas and have to fulfill them by going to wikipedia or just online and researching completely ridiculous things. Just now while I was vacationing in Mexico, I was thinking of random words, how to translate them, how to properly use verbs and utilize them correctly, subjunctive theories, translating to french, logic, and completely ridiculous things. My short term memory is suffering extraordinarily with this ridiculous amount of dumb ideas in my head. I literally carried a pad and a pen and wrote everything down. On top of that, I CONSTANTLY forget what I want to say, what I want to do, and I have become so tired and grumpy and not me from all of this. I always have a headache and I feel really consumed all the time, I have no break at all, day nor night. I haven’t had a moment of calmness and a moment with a clean head. Even when I finish something, I still have to look up Michael Jackson’s birth date and the capital of Zimbabwe. It’s absolutely ridiculous. I don’t know what to do. Do I need ritalin? Aderol? ADD meds? is this more than ADD? OMG just now i had a thought to write in and i forgot what i wanted to say. This is scary. It’s like Alzheimer’s disease. I have nonexistent short term memory, and I was always the one with the best memory!! And after i forget something i get really stressed out and angry, and my blood pressure literally rises. THIS IS RIDICULOUS. HELP ME. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING WITH ME. I CANT FOCUS OR CONCENTRATE ON ANYTHING EVER. MY NIGHTS ARE FILLED WITH DUMB IDEAS INSTEAD OF PLEASANT DREAMS. I WAKE UP GRINDING MY TEETH AND THINKING ABOUT IRREGULAR VERB CONJUGATIONS. I AM GOING INSANE!!!!!! PLEASE BE AS DETAILED AS POSSIBLE.

thank you very much.
also I constantly have this can’t live up to my potential feeling. Even my school work suffered this year from my being so ridiculous and unable being to focus… do i need to fulfill my knowledge cravings? is the computer hurting me? do need medicine? why is this happening?!

do I have ADD? do i need medicine? what is wrong with me!!!?
I don’t know what’s happening, but the only way I can explain what is happening to me by claiming its a…. thirst for knowledge. I’m a 16 year old boy, in high school, and this year has been especially strange for me. This is the issue: there are moments, throughout the entire day and night, where I come up with random ideas and have to fulfill them by going to wikipedia or just online and researching completely ridiculous things. Just now while I was vacationing in Mexico, I was thinking of random words, how to translate them, how to properly use verbs and utilize them correctly, subjunctive theories, translating to french, logic, and completely ridiculous things. My short term memory is suffering extraordinarily with this ridiculous amount of dumb ideas in my head. I literally carried a pad and a pen and wrote everything down. On top of that, I CONSTANTLY forget what I want to say, what I want to do, and I have become so tired and grumpy and not me from all of this. I always have a headache and I feel really consumed all the time, I have no break at all, day nor night. I haven’t had a moment of calmness and a moment with a clean head. Even when I finish something, I still have to look up Michael Jackson’s birth date and the capital of Zimbabwe. It’s absolutely ridiculous. I don’t know what to do. Do I need ritalin? Aderol? ADD meds? is this more than ADD? OMG just now i had a thought to write in and i forgot what i wanted to say. This is scary. It’s like Alzheimer’s disease. I have nonexistent short term memory, and I was always the one with the best memory!! And after i forget something i get really stressed out and angry, and my blood pressure literally rises. THIS IS RIDICULOUS. HELP ME. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING WITH ME. I CANT FOCUS OR CONCENTRATE ON ANYTHING EVER. MY NIGHTS ARE FILLED WITH DUMB IDEAS INSTEAD OF PLEASANT DREAMS. I WAKE UP GRINDING MY TEETH AND THINKING ABOUT IRREGULAR VERB CONJUGATIONS. I AM GOING INSANE!!!!!! PLEASE BE AS DETAILED AS POSSIBLE. Even my school work suffered this year from my being so ridiculous and unable being to focus… do i need to fulfill my knowledge cravings? is the computer hurting me? do need medicine? why is this happening?!

thank you very much.

My dad is 65. He’s 200 lbs and about 5′4. He has a little belly. He basically sits in front of the TV the whole day, and has a high blood pressure. He drinks like once every two weeks, and nothing more than beer (usually wine, though). He eats quite a bit of rice and roti (Indian flat bread), and doesn’t have much spicy food (spicy meaning hot, he eats food with various spices and herbs). He eats quite a bit, and is always looking for a snack. Every 20-30 minutes, we find him with another snacks such as nuts and fruit (usually healthy stuff). He has gout (high uric acid). Everything else in his body in in normal range such as sugar, cholesterol, and other such stuff. His blood pressure gets slightly higher on occasion, and he can feel it. He knows when his blood pressure is high, and keeps checking it regularly. He hasn’t had any major health problems, as long as I can remember. He’s not very active, but one thing does scare me. He can sleep at any time. Like sometimes we walk in the living room, and see him sleeping, and we wake him up, and in two minutes, he’s sleeping again. He always denies that he’s sleeping, but he clearly is. He also snores quite heavily, but that has toned down a bit in the past few weeks. We always keeps worrying a lot, and never seems to be relaxed. HIs family has a record of high blood pressure, and his father ultimately dies of a heart attack.

My mother is 55. She’s 190 lbs and about 5′1. She’s clearly overweight. Her mother recently passed away from a diabetes related complication. My mother said that she had high sugar until I was born, and then it went away. She has similar eating habits like my father. Everything with her is normal, but has a borderline sugar and triglycerides. She loves sweets, but has cut back quite a bit lately. She is optimistic but still feels helpless sometimes. She ponders in deep thoughts for a while then emerges with high spirits. She has quite an active social life with like 1 party a week (at least). She has some problems sleeping sometimes, but she makes up for it by having afternoon naps. She’s a stay at home mom who keeps cooking and cleaning, so she’s busy all the time, but she really hates the job.

What are the chances of my parents living to be old, and how can I increase their chances? I want them to live long, so please be serious.

On July 7, 2009, the Senate Environment and Public Works Committee will conduct a hearing to review proposals to build a clean energy economy and reduce global warming pollution. Perhaps the most prominent of all the witnesses will be Gov. Haley Barbour (R-MS).
Barbour has long been at the intersection of special interest lobbying, elections, and campaign cash. He represents cash and carry politics at its worst.

• The oil gas and utility industries were major contributor to his Mississippi gubernatorial campaigns, providing over $1.8 million in campaign cash. [National Institute on Money in State Politics, Accessed 7/2/09]

• According to the Center for Responsive Politics, coal companies and electric utilities lavished over half a million dollars on Barbour’s firm during his last two years as CEO and chairman, in 1998 and 1999. After taking time off to work on advisory committees for the presidential campaign of George B. Bush, Barbour returned to the firm in 2001. With the addition of new clients, including from the oil gas industry, the firm made over a million dollars a year in dirty energy profits by the time he left again for his 2003 gubernatorial run, with $2.24 million in total for 2001-2002. [Center for Responsive Politics, accessed 7/2/09]

• Under his RNC leadership during the 1994 and 1996 election cycles, the oil and gas industry donated $30 million in contributions to Republicans, while providing only $12 million to Democrats – or nearly 3-1. Electric utilities donated nearly $10 million, and coal companies donated over $1.5 million, for a grand total of $42.0 million dollars. [Center for Responsive Politics, accessed 7/2/09, 7/2/09, 7/2/09]

• Barbour hosted a Southern Company party for lobbyists at the 2008 Republican National Convention. Southern was the top spending special interest that attempted to influence the debate over House the American Clean Energy and Security Act. With a force totaling 63 lobbyists, Southern was nearly twice as high as any other company. Its coal fired power plants emit 172 million tons of carbon dioxide annually. [Politico, 8/12/08; Center for Public Integrity, 7/1/09; IPS News, 11/16/07]

• Back at his lobbying firm in early 2001, Barbour was hired “to help apply pressure in all the right places.” He convinced President Bush to break his campaign promise to reduce global warming pollution from power plants. Barbour’s memo “Bush-Cheney Energy Policy CO2” belittled global warming as a “radical fringe issue,” and called the regulation of carbon dioxide pollution “eco-extremism.” He urged the President Bush to avoid making decisions informed by science, which would “trump good energy policy, which the country has lacked for eight years.” [NYT Magazine, 7/22/01; GeorgeWBush.com, 9/29/00; NRDC, 2008 (p. 17-18)]

• Barbour opposes clean energy jobs and global warming pollution reduction proposals even though they would create jobs, cut oil use, and reduce pollution. [Washington Times, 4/22/09]

• The Dallas Morning News reported that “Within weeks of taking office, Vice President Dick Cheney heard from Haley Barbour – a former Republican Party chairman and utility company lobbyist and now the governor of Mississippi – who urged the administration to reverse the Clinton administration…Southern [Company] and several other utilities faced federal lawsuits filed in 1999 by the Clinton administration, accusing the companies of failing to install expensive pollution-control devices when modifying their generating plants.” [Dallas Morning News, 8/30/04]

• The Bush administration pursued this agenda, only to be blocked by the U.S. Court of Appeals. It found that “Only in a Humpty Dumpty world” would the Administration’s changes be allowed. [US Court of Appeals for the DC Circuit Opinions, 3/17/06]

Thanks for making me grow inhibited
With your implied insults about what you find sleazy.
Thanks for making my self-worth a little lower
By telling me i have it so easy,
Oh, and I remember when you told me
How it made you so happy to please me;
whatever…
I only know that changed the way that you see me.
Remember that I didn’t run out on you, ever,
Even when i needed to go.
I stayed even though you were slamming me
With words that marked me blow by blow.
Why do you think I would stick around
With so many fish in the sea?
Why do you think iI went to such lengths
To make sure you asked to marry me?
It was never because of the house or the gifts,
Even though they were quite nice to receive;
It wasn’t even your sex appeal
(though i know that is hard to believe)
If it was*, do you think I would be so calm
Now that it’s hard to get that close?
…and since we are on the subject,
That IS what hurts me the most…

I trust in your fidelity, I trust your values,
I know that you’ll take care of the necessities,
But I find myself doubting that you still love me
Now that you have nothing to say about the best of me.
You helped me stop degrading myself,
Cleansed, as it were, of that aforementioned ’sleaze’
Hmmmm.( unlike most) you think i should be cleaning the floor
Every time you see me down on my knees.
*puzzled pause inserted here*
Oh, if that is wrong? well, why don’t you ever react?
To the signals my body is sending out
Why did you tell me not to dress like a stripper-
I got rid of of all that stuff out of respect-
But then I find out you are quite attracted
To some of the images that I once could produce.
It’s easy to see that by your browsing history…
(don’t say anything, I will only assume it is an excuse)
This is not, as it would seem, jealousy, love,
Rather desire to revel in the passion and pleasure
That we still can ignite upon occasion;
But you’ve got to ease up on the pressure…
*direct reference to intimate act implied*
I know you work hard and that I am work, too,
But you knew that and you used to take it in stride.
I have driven the equivalent of an interstate
Before I had you, I was just there for the ride.
I’ve been further by plane and by truth and, by the gods!
I can go further than you believe me capable of;
So keep an open mind, some faith and this truth:
I just need to be reminded that I’m loved.
I know secret powers lie within me, you see,
They were weapons; now they are your tools,
They don’t take batteries or power cords
i am the source of the fuel
a spark and a surge of that which you hold
in your virtually impenetrable red head
just might make all those parts move once more
and take us both someplace no mortal can tread
i know whatever you might say
will most likely not come out sounding right
but i am prepared to interpret the truth
and i might for once not let you make it a fight
you get my goat and you wound my pride
do you realize how i resist the urge to counterattack
and yes when you come at me with malice of forethought
i will spit preconditioned responses back
but the things that made the greatest impression on me
were delivered with your gentle strong arms
wrapped around my body, entering this scarred heart
that was when i was changed and i am sworn
to the vows that we spoke- though we both said them before
i for one never paid much heed to the words
for better or worse …til death do us part, or beyond
and now that bond needs to be resecured
i know it sounds trite but i’ll trust you to see
how much it means and give it heart and mind
i have never wanted monogamy with any other man
nor have i ever had a feeling so sublime
if i challenge you to another round will you play,
Will you give me one chance to get high score
You surge through my blood like some new drug
I’m hooked- but i don’t want to go to rehab, I want more!

How could you DO such a thing? Kay and Jill demand answers from the speechless Cane. He didn’t do it - I did, Philip appears to announce to the stunned crowd. This is impossible, Jill mutters. Though also shocked, Nina thinks it makes ‘perfect sense’. As Kay collapses, Neil obediently calls 911 - please hurry.

With Kay unconscious on an inflatable pool mattress, Cane mutters apologies in her ear. You look just like him - but he’s dead, Jill’s dumbfounded. It IS you, Nina realizes. Yes, it’s me, Philip confirms. He came back to help - not to cause this kind of pain. As the medics arrive, all focus is on Kay - leaving Jill and Nina the only ones to notice Philip’s slipped away.

Mac and Billy are getting down to business on the bed when both their cell phones start ringing. While Mac’s updated by a panicked Ester, Chloe tells Billy to get over to the estate - now - Kay collapsed - it’s all a lie - Cane’s a fraud. Get over here!

Unable to find Philip, Nina demands Cane get him back there. Cane didn’t know Philip was even coming to town. Not part of your plan? Neil snarls. Nina confirms he is indeed ‘her’ Philip - his eyes, his voice - and we all know it was his blood. Neil’s horrified to hear Cane used frozen blood. Nina thinks the whole plot ‘vicious’ - you better pray Katherine’s alright.

In her hospital bed, Kay’s unable to lift her left arm. DR Liv figures she had a mild stroke. While Kay doesn’t feel all that ill, Murphy worries about the effects of Cane duping them. Add DR Liv to the list of people stunned by Cane and Philip’s scam. Lily! she gasps - but is then paged over to the ER. Jill assures Kay that it really did happen - but Philip took off. How can that be? He’s been dead for 20 years! Kay gets agitated. In the hallway, Murphy tells Philip he’s not to go in Kay’s room - but not to leave either. And when he calls Nina, she orders him to hold Philip there. Back at the pool, Lily’s the only one who wants to hear what Cane has to say. We deserve to know the truth. Who ARE you?

Arriving at GC Memorial, Nina marches up to Philip. While Murphy wants them to take it elsewhere, Kay barks from her room - get in here! Murphy doesn’t want Kay’s blood pressure elevated - but she wants this sorted out - NOW. Murphy agrees to leave them - but insists they keep things calm - or he’ll have them thrown out. On his way out, Murphy stops Mac from entering Kay’s room.

Kay isn’t convinced he’s OUR Philip - you can’t be. It’s him, Nina’s sure. But Jill saw her son die! You saw me lose consciousness - but it was only Philip’s life that died that day - he started a new one in Australia.

Poor Cane - just like he told Lily, he had a horrible childhood in Australia. A street kid after his mother died, he never knew his father. Philip’s gone by the name Langley for many years. No - they aren’t related. Neil can’t believe they concocted this whole thing. Cane swears on his life he meant everything he said - he never knew this kind of love. Lily recalls buying tickets to Australia - you couldn’t risk me finding out? Yes - Cane was scared he’d lose her.

Philip explains that he met Cane 5 years ago when he came to work at his bar - we had a lot in common - a background of pain. He later realized what he’d done to them, his family - so wanted to bring them peace - make amends. Sure, it sounds crazy - but he wanted to help them heal - and help Cane out. It worked like he hoped - until now.

With a menacing glare, Neil steps aside so Cane can sit beside Lily - please look at me. Cane didn’t care about the money or the name - and didn’t mean to hurt anyone. He meant everything he said to Lily - I love you - believe that. But didn’t Lily so recently ask Cane if there was anything he hadn’t told her - you said there was nothing to worry about. You had many chances to tell me - our wedding day - our honeymoon - or every single day we lived together. You only came clean when Nina proved you’re a liar. You say you love me!? Neil now stops Cane from following Lily - stay away from my daughter! And after he hustles Lily out, Billy arrives to send Cane sprawling to the ground with one punch - that’s for ALL of us, you son of a bitch!

Back in the hospital lounge, Murphy’s updating Mac (who’s so glad Kay has him in her life - especially now). In her room, Kay declares it fraud - pure and simple. While Jill still can’t believe it’s Philip, Nina does - and haven’t her instincts been accurate thus far?! When Kay can’t believe he faked his own death, Philip drops bomb another bomb - his accident WAS no accident.

In the hallway, DR Liv tells Murphy that Kay had a minor stroke - she’ll have to stay a few days. As Mac goes home to get some of her things, Murphy asks DR Liv to hold off on telling her - there’s a family meeting going on.

Philip explains he was under so much pressure that night - an office party at CI - everyone was toasting him - saying what a great guy he was - he did what was expected of hi

I’ve had a nanny for about the past three months or so. I have two small children and have had live-in nannies in the past, who have been able to work long hours, keep the house clean, etc as long as I make sure I cover all their housing, food expenses, etc. Then on top of that I pay them $1500 per month.

This nanny I’ve done my best to make a part of the family because of her lonely background. But I’ve a few issues: A- she is constantly on the phone to her long-distance boyfriend who is very rough and uneducated, and verbally abuses her a lot. B- she really doesn’t keep up with the housework in a satisfactory manner and C- she is constantly pressuring me about money and so on.

To be fair, I’ve been late with about $100 or so of her past few bi-weekly payments, but I’ve always paid her after a few days and arranged for all her favorite foods, icecreams, etc. I buy her whatever liquor she wants, whatever clothes she wants. She gets the full $1500 by month’s end and I get stuck with all the bills and working my tushy off to make ends meet. Then, she makes little remarks here and there about her using her own detergent to do family laundry (I’ve ALWAYS bought her detergent, so not sure what she is talking about!) and asking the rest of the family not to eat her icecream that she spent with her money. But I buy her everything and share everything I own with her!

She loves my kids which is why I have kept her around. But she alienates the rest of the family by constantly being on the phone with mark during family dinners and so on. I know I am remiss in being late on her pay, but the economy is horrible and we just had to move, my pay was cut by 50% and I am just not sure how to make ends meet, yet I do so!

Am I paying her too much, considering she gets her entire life funded by ME, or am I wrong? I know she works hard but NOT as hard as I do, yet at the end of the day I am the one in the beggar’s position! and SHE gets to keep all MY money! Is it ok for her to make these insensitive remarks about her stuff when I work so hard to include her into our family? I treat her like a little sister.

Am I wrong here and she is right, or am I being used and should stop being so soft hearted with this girl and let her find out just how tough the REAL world is?

As my soon-to-be step mum, Juliana started down the aisle, the bridal chorus began. She was followed by six bridesmaids all dressed in salmon colored, floor-length gowns. I was last. My father had insisted that I be the maid of honor, even though Juliana had wanted her friend to be the maid of honor. The argument over the maid of honor was so bad that I was left wondering if the wedding would be canceled. Unfortunately, the wedding was not canceled and my dad won so I got to wear a floor length gown in scarlet. All seven of us bridesmaids had plain white rose bouquets, while Juliana had a white wedding gown and her bouquet was made of salmon and scarlet colored roses.
The ceremony took a long time. Then afterwards, we had to have photos taken and have our hair and makeup touched up. By the time I stepped out of the church, almost every one was gone. I have been to a lot of weddings, I have a lot of older cousins, and the worst part of the whole process for me is the reception. It takes too long and ,only being seventeen and not quite at the legal drinking age, I still get to eat of the child’s menu and have orange juice with my meal. The adult’s get so drunk at the weddings I have been to, the reception drags on for hours and hours. I planned on ditching the reception and head straight to my friend Norah’s house, where I was staying until the end of my dad’s honeymoon.
My dad must have known of my plan because I had to take my packed bag and money for transport and the dry cleaners with me to the wedding. He must have also known that I might need a little time to myself after the wedding to just sit and think so he wasn’t pressuring my to come to the reception; he knew that this whole day, my mum would be on my mind.
Addie, are you coming? my father asked as he placed my bag on the sidewalk and crossed the road to climb into the waiting limousine. You know that you are always welcome to come to the reception at any time?You know how much I hate receptions but if you really want, I might turn up a little later dad, I replied. But I really should get settled at Norah’s house before I do anything. And I need to get this dress to the dry cleaners so it will be ready for cousin Leanne‘s wedding next week.
“I thought she had a lilac gown picked out for you to wear,” he asked.
“No, she saw this gown,” I replied indicating to my dress.” and she loved it so much that she decided that I should wear this.”
Ok then. You know that gown really suits you. You should wear that color more often. Behave while at Norah‘s house. We‘ll miss you, my father called, as the limousine sped down the road.Have a nice honeymoon, I said sarcastically but no one was around to hear me, or so I thought.
I sat back down on the steps of the church, spreading my scarlet bridesmaid dress around me in a was that it wouldn‘t get dirty and placed my bouquet in my lap. I had just got settled and distracted into my thoughts when I heard footsteps coming from behind me. As I jumped up in fright, my bouquet fell from my lap. The boy who had walked up behind me, scooped down to pick up the roses at the same time that I had turned and started to walk down the stairs.
Grabbing my wrist as I walked away, the boy said, “Sounds like someone doesn’t like their step-mum.”
“How does it concern you? And how did you know she‘s my step-mum,” I snapped, yanking my arm back.
“Well, it doesn’t and you just told me. Ohh and I’m Matt by the way.”
“Like I care.”
“I’m guessing your name is Addie?”
“No, it’s not. How long were you listening to my dad’s and my conversation. You know it is rude to eavesdrop so don’t.
“Nah I‘ll keep doing it, it’s fun. So if Addie isn’t your name, what is?
“Adeline. Now can you get off my dress and leave me in peace?”
“Only if you tell me why you don’t like your step-mum. And if you take the bouquet back.”
“My real mum died six months ago and my dad has already remarried. Happy now?” I said snatching the flowers out of his hand.
“I’m so sorry.” Matt said while stepping back off my dress, his mouth wide open.
“Yeah? Well I don’t take sympathy off strangers,” I replied, my voice breaking.
I picked up my bag off the sidewalk and started down the street. A few minutes later, I heard familiar footsteps.
“Not again.” I mumbled to myself, speeding up my pace to a jog, which is pretty hard in stilettos.
I turned onto the path that led up to Norah’s front door. Norah must have been waiting for me to turn up because as soon as I reached the door, she flung it open.
“Hey Addie,” she said, taking my bag off me. “Why is that guy following you? He’s cute.”
“Well I don’t know,” I replied “But I thought I lost him while crossing main street.”
“Come inside and get changed. The drycleaners closes soon and we can’t clean that dress here-it will get ruined,” Norah said.
Norah tuned to take my bag to the guest room, where I would be staying till my father and his wife got back from Vanuatu. I walked into the fa
familiar front hall and turned to close the door behind me but Matt’s foot was in the way.
“What do you want,” I snapped.
“I wanted to ask you if you were going to the reception,” Matt replied kindly.
“Why do you care,” I sniped. “And what’s your real reason for being here.”
“Well if your going to the reception, to save me a dance. I mainly can here to apologize for this afternoon,” Matt answered sincerely.
I am not one for forgiving easily and I didn’t want to go over our earlier conversation so, to get rid of Matt, I dug the heel of my stiletto into the toe of his runner. As he grabbed his foot in pain, I slammed the door in his face.

Sorry about the edit, it didn’t all come up and I realized too late.
There was tabs for every new paragraph, but the didn’t turn up.
I agree that the beginning needs a lot more work and have started to improve it.
I have a new beginning here:

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i had dream that, there was a little girl and this older man (in his 30’s probably) trying to find something, or they were just walking i dont remember but i think they were trying to find something, and they are on the beach but its not your typical beach its more like a beach with big rocks everywhere, and i remember the little girl was standing in the water and the man said: ok we can go we found what we needed, but the little girl just stood there and i could feel something bad was about to happen, and then this crocodile (it was smaller then usual though) jumps out of the water and bites of the arms of the man, and he screams in pain and then the scene changes and i find myself running with a two of my friends in this room and both of my friends jump on the top bunk-bed as i like the door but the lock on the handle doesnt work so i try the lock thats over it but i dont know if its locked or not so to check i try to open the door but it just opens and then i feel this pressure and i try to close it in fear that its the crocodile, but its actually a small white dog and it goes running to my friend who greets it, but that perticular friend doesnt have a dog in real life she’s allergic to then anyways, i try the same thing to lock the door and try to open it to check if its locked properly but it just opens again and then i feel the same pressure but this time theres no dog its my dad and hes says something like: its gone now or something like that, and then the scene changes again and where in this community hall kind of, and we look out the window and its pouring rain and i remember my two friends telling me: oh its still raining, gooshh, and then we go play in a park thats inside the community hall (like swings and slides and all) and i remember i think there was the same girl who was standing in the water at the beginning of my dream she was in the park too, and i remember me and my friends we had to run from her and but we didnt want to go outside cause it was raining and then all of a sudden we all needed to go to the bathroom and i was having my period so i really needed to go anyways after we went to the bathroom we went outside (it was still raining) and we were leaving to go somewhere and then, after it sort of went all dark and i could hear ravens croaking and it was really annoying and i remember i really wanted them to shut up but i didnt say anything, and i remember when they were croaking they had their own language and they were saying stuff to each other, but i couldnt understand, also i had these flashes of cleaning papers out of my school stuff cause in my paper holder thing there was a poem of Edgar Allen poe called the raven and i remember having flashes of this when the ravens were talking eventually i woke up. what does this dream mean?

i had dream that, there was a little girl and this older man (in his 30’s probably) trying to find something, or they were just walking i dont remember but i think they were trying to find something, and they are on the beach but its not your typical beach its more like a beach with big rocks everywhere, and i remember the little girl was standing in the water and the man said: ok we can go we found what we needed, but the little girl just stood there and i could feel something bad was about to happen, and then this crocodile (it was smaller then usual though) jumps out of the water and bites of the arms of the man, and he screams in pain and then the scene changes and i find myself running with a two of my friends in this room and both of my friends jump on the top bunk-bed as i like the door but the lock on the handle doesnt work so i try the lock thats over it but i dont know if its locked or not so to check i try to open the door but it just opens and then i feel this pressure and i try to close it in fear that its the crocodile, but its actually a small white dog and it goes running to my friend who greets it, but that perticular friend doesnt have a dog in real life she’s allergic to then anyways, i try the same thing to lock the door and try to open it to check if its locked properly but it just opens again and then i feel the same pressure but this time theres no dog its my dad and hes says something like: its gone now or something like that, and then the scene changes again and where in this community hall kind of, and we look out the window and its pouring rain and i remember my two friends telling me: oh its still raining, gooshh, and then we go play in a park thats inside the community hall (like swings and slides and all) and i remember i think there was the same girl who was standing in the water at the beginning of my dream she was in the park too, and i remember me and my friends we had to run from her and but we didnt want to go outside cause it was raining and then all of a sudden we all needed to go to the bathroom and i was having my period so i really needed to go anyways after we went to the bathroom we went outside (it was still raining) and we were leaving to go somewhere and then, after it sort of went all dark and i could hear ravens croaking and it was really annoying and i remember i really wanted them to shut up but i didnt say anything, and i remember when they were croaking they had their own language and they were saying stuff to each other, but i couldnt understand, also i had these flashes of cleaning papers out of my school stuff cause in my paper holder thing there was a poem of Edgar Allen poe called the raven and i remember having flashes of this when the ravens were talking eventually i woke up. what does this dream mean