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I had a dream I got into National Honor Society, I then found out a few weeks later that I got indeed did get into National Honor Society.

I was on a wooden bridge. Living in a boarding school. My name is a sanskrit name. And a girl named isha is trying to get rid of me. I walk on to a road filled with furniture and pine branches it is raining and i am sad that the furniture has to be thrown away. I think to myself that my mother could indeed use the furniture

In the dream, I was watching a scene from the movie Spawn where the Violator clown tells Spawn he will come back when Spawn's armor hardens and all but things were a little different in the scene. When the clown stopped next to the garbage can and opens the pizza box, instead of maggots being on the pizza, there were long, thin, stringy worms on the pizza. He says the same bit he said in the movie about hating anchovies and he grabs a slice of the worm pizza and takes a bite and there was a loud crunching sound and the worms screeched and he walks off talking about how it tastes so good he would kick himself (in the movie he said it tastes so good he could kick some puppies) and then of course Spawn trashes the area and talks about getting his hands on Wynn and leaves. Suddenly, everything turned dark for a second, except showing both Spawn's head and the clown's head facing each other with their mouths open as if they were shouting. At the same time, two beams of energy emitted from their mouths and collided (Spawn's energy beam was green while the clown's was blue) and the combined color of the energy shot straight up into the sky and formed a large energy ball. A weird, female computer-ish voice spoke up saying "in a few days, two forces will unleash a power so great that the world has ever seen. During this event, there will be no rejoice, no wedding, no tears of joy. Out of the chaos will arise a figure, which people all over the world will great as a long lost friend. Those that don't are quickly rounded up and executed without warning. Though many are executed, resistance still continues throughout the world." and that's all I heard. During this "prophetic speech" images show of people in turmoil before a figure with its face hidden appears above a large crowd and many began to smile and everything. Those that weren't were indeed gathered up and executed but the only thing I saw them do is put large groups of people onto one big boat and then sink it with all of them on-board. Around when the voice spoke of resistance, a large white rabbit with red eyes was running along a snowy bank next to what I am guessing is the ocean and it appeared to be morning but has a borealis effect going on. The rabbit was chased by a couple of people on horseback around a corner. The rabbit then stopped and looked at them before a group of people popped out from behind cover and fired at the horsemen (whether it was guns or arrows, I don't know nor could I tell which was resistance and which was the loyalists) and then I woke up.

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I'm using public transportation when all of the sudden one of my shoes falls off my foot. Someone offers to pick it up for me but when they try to reach for the shoe it gets off the bus. I go ask the driver to let me out but he is accelerating. After a few blocks the bus stops and I get out. On the street I run back to pick up my shoe, when I see it I try to get it but it's in the middle of the road and cars are coming. When the opportunity comes I run to get it and then walk back to the side walk where I sit to tie my shoes. Next thing I'm in a room and a couple of women are there. They tell me something as I finish tying my shoes; I cross the laces around my ankles to make sure they won't fall off again. Once again on the street I take off running towards the direction where I got off of the bus but after a few steps I feel my shoes are loose so I stop to rearrange them. I come up with the idea of putting paper inside them so they hold still. I sit outside a business to fix my shoes when all of the sudden I see a friend I haven't seen in a long time. He is wearing dark pants and a jacket, he looks casual not the way I ever saw him. He gets out of view when I hear someone calling me from behind. They ask me to pull down a business door. I look up at the door and realize I can't reach it. I jump to try to try to reach the door but I can't make it. My friends shows up again and this time he is wearing a dark suit. He makes a signal to me and this time I see the door is within my reach, I grabbed it and pull it down. We're on the street again. I ask my what has happened to him as no one knows about his whereabouts. Hesitant I tell me friend I thought he was dead to which he replies he is indeed. He tells me something and all I can remember is he mentions something that came in threes. Then I woke up.

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I was walking with two of my friends in this expansive, all white hallway type place. there was indeed a door to get out and we were headed to it when i saw a man sitting on a large white block. he was very pale and thin and had long whitish-blonde hair and a long whitish-blonde goatee and mustache that sort of covered his mouth and was wearing a white tank top. he wasn't old or anything, he was like in his twenties, and as a matter of fact i remember in the dream i was attracted to him. as soon as i saw him i had this incredibly intense urge to follow him, so i told my friends i have to go with him, and he got up and i followed him. i remember looking at him (well at the back of his head at this point) with a mixture of admiration, infatuation, and curiosity. i am confused because i don't know anyone like that and because i just had this extremely intense urge to follow him, and i didn't even know where we were going, i just had to follow him.

Having suspected a spy following Krsto, our two lovers arrived and left the public park separately. Zsusanna was there to see Krsto more than the play. It was a very humorous play. One of the actors, Romero, plays a man with a bushy beard and stood there holding his hand in triumph as people laughed. Zsusanna realized she knew so few people in that area. She had only Krsto’s circle of friends: a man in in very stylish suede boots, a woman whose voice narrated the story; a woman whose only voice was the melodic tunes of her lyre, and a bewitching siren, Krsto’s cousin. Bewitched by her lover behind stage, she also did not know that she, indeed, was being watched, or that he had caught a glimpse of someone stirring on the sides. Igor wore common clothing to blend with the townspeople, with a hat tilted to a side, and a patch to cover an eye. He hadn’t shaven in over a week to play the part as well. Jealous of Zsusanna’s presence in Edour’s life had become a hinderance for Istven’s aspiring role in the Protestant Reform, and in the next generation’s attempt to rebuild a country free of foreign rule. More so, he was wary of this woman who appeared from an outer circle, who was as equally educated, if not, more so than himself. What was an extraordinary woman doing being wed to a man who had no interest in women? More so, why did Jankovic agree to this farce? “Ugggggg,” as twisted pain seeped through his blood, and the sound of breaking bones, Igor could feel the point of a dagger piercing into the hairs of his neck. “I suggest you take your traitor self back to the Hungarian shit that spawned you. Get off this peninsula, and never show your face again.” “I am free to…” “You are not free to do anything.” and the crunch of a twisted wrist sent him off as two burly men in dark capes took him into a carriage, riding away, as Zsusanna felt desire dripping beneath her skirts. Istven had the scent of Ocean air about him; clean and light. He sat eating nuts and apricots as lightening lit the sky and the rumble of thunder approached. In his presence I am a ship battling a storm, wandering aimlessly. Sex is not okay with Istven. He has confusion around relationships. “What happened to you,” Zhusanna asked as she spotted Igor curdled in a chair by the window, unable to hold a book or turn its pages with bandaged hand and fingers on both sides. It was all he could do but spit at her. Marija found the encouragement to break the silence. “He no doubt wondered where he shouldn’t.” “I trust my cousin played the searing siren to perfection?” “The Adriatic would be, indeed, pleased!” “As your grandfather, as well.” Igor mentions to Zsusanna who looked bewildered at him. “Any sea-faring pirate of Senj would defend such a treasure!” Zsusanna mocked back, “But you wouldn’t know of such lust, Igor.” A bit of tension was building in the room. Zsusanna was not oblivious of Marija’s eye for Istven. She would just happen to appear outside his door in Reijeka or at the piazza, always appropriately placed five feet behind brother Antun or conniving Igor. Antun had studied law at university with Igor and Istven, together, in Austria. Marija was a woman, devious and determined, to get what she wanted. What she wanted was entitlement and Istven was the source for this wanna-a-be. Her dear husband Zoran, an unlucky man once the vows of marriage bound them, sweet, giving, and oblivious to the Upper Hungarian dragons, claiming loss to the Frankopan fortunes when ….was slain with my uncle and grandfather. One of thousands of noble widows dispersed without claims depending on beguiling ways of sanctity. 1693 carriage scene 2 hrs 1693 krsto and who he is 1693 Zsuzana AND ISTVEN BEGIN AFFAIR 1693 MARI POISONS HUSBAND ZORON SAVROVIC, AGE 31, 1693 TRUTH REVEALED KRSTO

Oh, the celebration could be heard as I enter the courtyard; people dancing in line, torch light blowing in a slight breeze. “Zsu!” Patrizia gathers me in her arms and draws me into the row of revelers. Joy! Dancing, laughing, and merriment! Excitement on the ground and ecstatic energy in the air! Various beautiful people feel the drink and gaiety. I stop exuberated by the tables of food, famished by the traveling. There is so much to eat ???adjusted to between the drumming, strings, long lines of people holding hands weaving in and out, and around! I can’t decide what not to choose to eat when a tall man stares down at me, smiling. “Hello.” I say. “Hello,” he says back. I grab some prsut, sausage, cheese, and reach for the honey when, “Not yet!” young Lydia grins and pulls me into the weave. Mr. Beautiful quietly reaches for my plate and when I return, I find him sitting licking his fingers. “I would like some more!” “Indeed, as would I!” Returning to the table, with candles, and plates of fruit, cheese, olives, he introduces himself, half shy half forward. “I am kin to Mirabella.” “Kristo, I know of you. You paint.” He puts prsut on her plate and reaches for a wine goblet, ignoring the wine. “Awkward silence,” he finally says. * The night sky lit up, vibrant and full of stars. The moon hung over a branch of her favorite tree when the first guests arrived. Carriages and horses began to align the drive. She left behind the idea that any hope in salvaging what remained of this “marriage” with Istven. Zsuzanna needed to return to her roots for inner guidance and the wisdom of (name of older woman mentor). Musicians played their pipes and strings, drumming set the pace of the dance. Zsuzanna stood gazing out over this Eden when someone grabbed her from behind to join in the line dance. Hoisting her skirts she forgot her woes, and partook in the merriment. Krsto was present. His family held a long loyal alliance with various noble lineage, and he her only kinship with the world he wished to forget.