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Something for the dream interpreter of you ...

This morning I woke up with a puzzled "what was that?" on.
What I had dreamed?

So, I found myself in front of a large hotel in which I shared a room with a girlfriend apparently. Bill Clinton had signaled interest in a Eh, sexual adventure and I was not averse, as he was much younger in my dream as he is and at all looked completely different.
We thought about just the "where", as in his room, his many employees and in my said friend was when suddenly all the other top model and my business cards and autograph cards were inserted into the hand that I should be distributed among the passers-by since my participation in the competition participated.
Mr. Clinton munched around us to find a room and I quickly tried in any complex high heels to slip to distribute my autograph.
Puzzled I had to find that I had put the wrong second shoe, what Heidi Klum led to a long speech about it, if it was me seriously enough to be a top model because I was too little used.

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A moment that I used to wake up.
funny - I swear I have not watched Top Model since my daughter stays in Australia and Oliver probably would not want ... (I do not - that's only fun when you have the looks, along with daughters) and I have never felt attracted by Bill Clinton - well I do not own a blue dress.

A quite surprising for a rich 43 year-old dream ...
I wonder if I would have won, and Germany's Next Top Model would become ... :)

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vergane since Thursday on the search of my SD memory card and can not find them easily. Apparently I have probably lost! Unfortunately I only have this one, so I could make any posts since then, I can not make pictures for them! I am so annoyed! Now I'll probably have to buy myself a new ...

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risks of disposable ...

Usually it's a pleasure of browsing through the shelves and boxes, because you come across old treasures and leaflets, which have long been forgotten.
Especially the little note from the children in days, in which the letter was still a rather new achievement are, in part, but very amusing.
But sometimes there are small reminders which may even only once a forest walk in the sun impose on, hang on one then tears like dew drops in the eyelashes.
My dad gave me chill 3 million postcards written in his life.
They were very present and I were all executed stuffs, such as a bookmark.
was laid all his cards next to each other, they presented loose from Gutenberg to Berlin ;-)
is evil, that I have actually never really appreciated or even read.
Yes, that's bad, but my dad had a creepy handwriting, and was prone to lyrical effusions, which usually does not quite fit in my everyday life.
So I was happy most of the images and saved me the lyrics, because I often blasphemous said. So wrote he likes to landscapes and monuments, but if you were traveling with him were his admiring glances rather long-legged, young and very feminine creatures, which then took on his card but rather not mention.
Oh yes ... and now I get it just to - when I always find one, I read it after all.
And what can I say?
I read and giggle secretly but again missed femininity ...

And then something like this:

Mighty Wind force here in the Aegean masterly landing.
approach to 1 m above the track 30 ° angles to this.
Collapsed but still great.