Left Handed Scissors for Hairstylists

NOTE: this dream was very vivid and has gruesome details involving death and gore, so don’t read on if you are squeamish

if you have ever seen the show "the colony" on discovery Chanel, then you will know what im talking about in a sense. in the third episode, the participants find a single engine propeller powered plane wreck….this is the plane i will be talking about in the description.

i didn’t do anything out of the ordinary before i went to sleep last night, s keep that in mind as well.
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the dream starts out with me and four other people in a plane flying above an abandoned country side, but why we were flying still evades me. i don’t recall recognizing any of the other people, but i seemed to have a connection to them in some way..like they were close friends.

i remember that i was the pilot of the plane, and after about a couple of "dream minutes" i remember yelling something about being low on fuel and not being able to find home. i was distressed, but i was keeping a cool composure.

very suddenly, i had an "out of body experience, as i watched the plane plummet toward the ground. i remember feeling helpless as i watched in horror. when the plane hit the ground, it didn’t explode, but instead, it disintegrated leaving only the lower half of the body minus the seats intact.

as soon as this was over, i was returned to my physical body in an unconscious state. as i regained consciousness, i surveyed the scene to find two people were dead, myself and another woman were unharmed and the fifth was am man near death on the floor of the wrecked plane.

THIS IS WHERE IT GETS DISTURBING>>> THIS IS YOU LAST CHANE TO AVOID THE GRUESOME DETAILS

the man on the floor had had the entire upper half of his body sheared off (as if lying down, not like being cut in half) and i could see all of his organs bones etc… he was just hanging on to life, bleeding profusely and screaming silently because of the pain.

the other survivor was crouched over the man screaming and crying in horror. i quickly grabbed her and dragged her away from the man and out of the planes wreckage. i was very afraid, but suddenly, the fear seemed to melt away

i got up and went back to the dying man in the plane. he was partially covered in wreckage and debris. as i got to him, i got down and silently started moving the chunks of gorey steel away from his mangled body. it seemed to take quite a long time (this man should have died many times over from the injury’s in the time this took), but when i finished i called the other survivor of the crash over to help me move him.

she obviously had deep reservations about blood and gore, but i convinced her to help. i grabbed what was left of the mans shoulders while she got his legs. as we started to lift, the body tilted to one side, and all of his organs including his brain just spilled from his ravaged body.

the woman dropped his feet and broke down into tears and screams of terror and agony as the man died in my arms. i on the other hand didn’t seem to be affected by this, because i kept hold of the corpses shoulders and dragged the now lifeless body to a nearby fence, where i propped him up. i then went back and collected his organs and put them back into his chest and head cavity’s.

the dream then goes blank as i walked away, but picks up some time after what had previously happened.

when it all restarted, i was in another out of body experience , hovering above the body of the man i had layed on the fence. the woman who had now regained her composure was standing about 5 feet from the body, giving it fleeting glances from time to time.

this is where its gets even weirder….
whenever the woman looked away, around a dozen walnut sized six legged machine like animals would crawl from the corpse…they would then begin reattaching the mans brain to his body, but whenever the woman started to glance at the body, they would retreat back inside the corpse.

this happened about 5 times before i awoke from the dream (not the whole dream, only the last part)]
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this dream has deeply disturbed and scared me, and i cant keep my mind from returning to it, trying to understand what it means….i believe dreams have meaning, but this is just down right scary, and i really want to know what it could possibly mean.

i never want to have this dream again, and i might add that my description is nothing compared to how vivid and horrifying the dream actually was.

any help is greatly appreciated, and if you need some more info, ill try to update later…..im so scarred right now its unbelievable

You were scared that says something most people would be.I believe You have seen terrible things before but it doesn’t bother you much you wouldn’t want to be put into that situation your good at it clearly you pulled the man out by yourself this could mean your are strong willed.you didn’t understand but you were ok with it.though you did not lead anyone besides the lady.I believe you could be a true leader sometimes the hardest thing to do is lead yourself to push and you did.

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In this extract from a novel called The Great Gatsby, the narrator describes Gatsby’s lavish
parties. The story takes place in the 1920s.
There was music from my neighbour’s house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men
and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. At high
tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft, or taking the sun on the hot
sand of his beach while his two motor-boats slit the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes over
cataracts of foam. On weekends his Rolls-Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the
city between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagon scampered like a
brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. And on Mondays eight servants, including an extra gardener, toiled
all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and hammers and garden-shears, repairing the ravages of
the night before.
Every Friday five crates of oranges and lemons arrived from a fruiterer in New York – every Monday
these same oranges and lemons left his back door in a pyramid of pulpless halves. There was a
machine in the kitchen which could extract the juice of two hundred oranges in half an hour if a little
button was pressed two hundred times by a butler’s thumb.
At least once a fortnight a corps of caterers came down with several hundred feet of canvas and
enough coloured lights to make a Christmas tree of Gatsby’s enormous garden. On buffet tables,
garnished with glistening hors-d’oeuvre, spiced baked hams crowded against salads of harlequin
designs and pastry pigs and turkeys bewitched to a dark gold. In the main hall a bar with a real brass
rail was set up, and stocked with gins and liquors and with cordials so long forgotten that most of his
female guests were too young to know one from another.
By seven o’clock the orchestra has arrived, no thin five-piece affair, but a whole pitful of oboes and
trombones and saxophones and viols and cornets and piccolos, and low and high drums. The last
swimmers have come in from the beach now and are dressing upstairs; the cars from New York are
parked five deep in the drive, and already the halls and salons and verandas are gaudy with primary
colours, and hair bobbed in strange new ways, and shawls beyond the dreams of Castile. The bar is
in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside, until the air is alive with
chatter and laughter, and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic
meetings between women who never knew each other’s names.
The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing
yellow cocktail music, and the opera of voices pitches a key higher. Laughter is easier minute by
minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word. The groups change more swiftly, swell
with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the same breath; already there are wanderers, confident girls
who weave here and there among the stouter and more stable, become for a sharp, joyous moment
the centre of a group, and then, excited with triumph, glide on through the sea-change of faces and
voices and colour under the constantly changing light.
Suddenly one of these gypsies, in trembling opal, seizes a cocktail out of the air, dumps it down for
courage and, moving her hands like Frisco, dances out alone on the canvas platform. A momentary
hush; the orchestra leader varies his rhythm obligingly for her, and there is a burst of chatter as the
erroneous news goes round that she is Gilda Gray’s understudy from the Follies. The party has
begun.
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© UCLES 2005 0500/02/O/N/05 [Turn over
1 Imagine that you live near to Gatsby’s house where the parties take place. You object to the
parties for several reasons, including the lavish display of wealth.
Write a letter to the owner of the house, setting out your various objections and justifying each
one by developing ideas and details from the passage.
You should write about 1½ to 2 sides, allowing for the size of your handwriting.
Begin your letter: Dear Mr Gatsby…
Up to fifteen marks will be available for the content of your answer and up to five marks for the
quality of your writing.

Hi Yash,
This looks like a worthwhile assignment for you. I’m sure you’re not expecting anyone here to do the work for you though.. right? The quality of your writing as well as the appropriateness of your ideas are being tested. You should probably get started. Regards.

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the walls are quiet tonight
left untreated, symptoms seem to mingle
funny how myopia and I don’t give a sh*t, get along

photos placed without design, move themselves
this one there, that one here
time-lines
separated by quarter inch frames
resist temptation and hold a thread of life
in commonalities

we all go places and do things
we all don’t recover

so I found myself
sitting on the green carpet of my future last stand
prepaid by luminaries long gone, remembering
that was a day, that should have been the day,
to end all days

the city air held death and the lies were creeping out
and now I see it clearer, for you
many miles away, carefully discovering atrocities
hand picked for your viewing displeasure
sad lines drawn in colored sands
declaring a town once Loved by all, now
the sight of cannibalistic mobs
as the truth, still carefully obscured,
coagulated in poisoned puddles and human hatred

that was a day, framed by another day
in black granite hills, where a heart I hardly knew
grasped at shear edges of hardened Earth
allowing the tiniest of rivers to melt across her
revealing a heart a had to know, and now I know

I looked at the walls, quietly
and rearranged two photos, important now
discovering the importance of placement
and timing in life
and how beautiful the world can be, no
how beautiful it is every single day
if you tilt your head just so
and find tomorrow
hiding in yesterday’s frames
S6 L5…
revealing a heart (I) had to know, and now I know

beautiful. definetly a poem.

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I just recently (Like yesterday) got a 3 month old angora rabbit.
I’ve been looking up how to shear one and it says there are two different ways to do it. Clipping with a scissors and plucking it out by hand when she sheds. Well she’s shedding right now. I tried to pluck her and I can tell that it’s going to take a long time. Time I don’t have.
So I was wondering if I clip her with a scissors will all the little short pieces that are left on her after shearing fall out? Is it better to pluck it out or clip it off?
I don’t need to take her to the frickin vet!!!
All I want to know is IF I CLIP HER, WILL THE FUR THAT IS LEFT ON HER BODY KEEP GROWING OR WILL IT FALL OUT??? LIKE I SAID, SHE’S SHEDDING.
PLEASE DON’T BE STUPID RETARDS AND TELL ME TO GO TO THE VET!!! I DON’T NEED NO CITY SLICKER ADVICE!!!
This is an Angora rabbit. Angora’s hair grows long and is used for spinning yarn.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about then DON’T answer.
I want an experienced person who has had Angora rabbits and actually knows what I’m talking about to answer this.
Oh by the way, I DO KNOW HOW TO DO THIS!!!
all I want to know is if I CLIP HER WITH A SCISSORS INSTEAD OF PLUCK THE HAIR OUT, WILL THE HAIR THAT IS INTACT WITH HER BODY FALL OUT AFTER I CLIP HER????
@ Saaanen
I got if because I spin yarn.
I can’t believce how dumb you people are! Stop jumping to conclusions.

Here is the simple answer to your question- she will still have wool (fur) on her even if you use scissor to cut off the long wool. Angora wool keeps growing. She will never be completely bald. She will need daily grooming for the rest of her life. Most breeders who show the "woolly" breeds use a bower to remove the loose wool. Not a hairdryer as it gets too hot but a special blower just for this job.

I would say go ahead and cut the fur off. it will not hurt her and she will be much cooler and more comfortable. Just be careful not to cut her skin. rabbits have very thin skin and cutting it can lead to problems.

I am sorry so many uninformed people tried to answer this question. You do not need a vet to get the wool off an Angora.

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