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I was sentenced to death for a crime that no one believed was a crime, like an action that was recently stated to be a crime by a new government or something. In the first part of my dream I was in a one person cell and I watched the phases people went through on the walk to their deaths. I really didn't want to be like the people who failed around and had to be dragged. As time passed a group and I were transferred to a different prison type facility. We had almost no guards while being transported. Right before we went inside this new prison we had around 10 minutes where the guys left us alone in a yard thing. I saw a relatively low fence and I pointed it out to everyone. I kept thinking, "Should I escape and spend the rest of my life running or should I face my future with a miniscule amount of hope that they would have mercy and spare me?" I spent way too long thinking and the guards came and got us. The rest is kinda a blur, but I do remember the day I was suppose to die. I walked outside and there was a line of people who had kept us all prisoners. I was determined to go to my death with as humbly as I could, but I did want to cry and turn to the people and just say please don't. I walked to the end of the line and the main guard told me that I wasn't going to die. I was so shocked and relieved and an other feeling I can't really explain. I kinda fell onto the muddy floor, and I cried quietly. I can't remember what happened after that.

I always dream of myself getting killed. Most often drowning. Sometimes being chased. I also see my funeral ceremony. One of my dreams have been haunting me for along time. I was in on board, on a ship. I saw one old lady directing me to a door. I opened it and saw that there was no path ahead of me, just the vast ocean. I looked to my left and right, saw people falling down from the same ship. I fell down just like them and drowned in the water. It was evening time in my dream. I saw the dream at a night time. But I did not get startled or got up from my sleep. And when I woke up I had this vague broken parts of the dream and I dont even remember that lady's face!!

I was in a mental hospital sitting on a couch in a tee shirt, underwear, but no pants. A dog came and sat beside me. I thought it was my dog that recently died. He looked different but he acted like my dog did. He put his paw on my face. Then he disappeared. If felt tears on my face but the tears were blue. I looked in the mirror and my iris' were liquid and I caught some of the blue liquid in my hand. I went to the emergency area and some people said that it was closed. I was frustrated so I left. I still didn't have any pants on and I was walking along a busy street. A police officer drove by and drove around the block and came back. I hid behind a building and started to put my pants on. He came and said he would drive me home and I could take a 3 day vacation.

In the dream I was in my old School which i left 4 years ago.In my dream I saw that sky is tearing apart. It had a hole in it similar to the shape of banana. Fire was boiling inside that hole. At first it appeared that earthquake had struck.. there was a huge noise. Everybody were running here and there thinking it was an earthquake. I looked up and saw that sky had burst apart and it had turned red. I felt that now its my end. I along with my old friends ran into the school toilet to be safe. But somehow an idea came inside me that I will die here. Fire ball is going to break apart this building. So I ran out and jumped at a ledge and hid beneath the shrubs and trees. For your information, the trees and shrubs were grown in a wall and i was underneath its shade. But I realized soon that I had made a foolish decision to come out,building was more safe. Then I woke up.

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.

1697 - There is a feeling blackness and desolation where once productivity and sense of community took place. “When I arrived, windows were closed up; tapestries covering windows. You could tell there was pillaging and evacuation with the arrival of this new emerging power. Where when I arrived, it was flourishing. The thick walled gates have been damaged. When it once smelled earthy, now is stench and filth. Now it is just a castle in the middle of nowhere with occasional lost chicken or animals running loose. 1697 KRK – ah, a stoney sectional-multi level house surrounded by cypress and pale yellow roses. The cliff drops off to one side, sloping down into the water. Deep blue water. The furniture here is not as thick and woodsy as (Lika castle) but more primitive of animal skin. There is a window that looks out into the water. Sun shines through it! Terraces looking out over cliffs. There is a small kitchen, where of, course, I love to spend time. Herbs grow in windows, and bouganvilla in pots. I don’t really feel cold, but love the smell of wood burning in a stove. When we arrived, walls were cracked and there were no potted plants of color. There is a little notch of a private cove were we dock a wooden boat. Sometimes at night, we would take a lantern and fish for silver fish. They are drawn to the light. We keep a mule for carrying provisions up. A goat. Some chickens, some pigs. Our diet is mostly fish and vegetables, cheese I make. You make cheese? I laugh, yes. Cook has been with me a long time. She has been my right and left angel wings. Lost her husband about five years ago, all knotty fingered from years of hard hard work. Never a complaint. You need to remember that we have to be discreet, in hiding. No music. No friends. Little laughter. A lot of contemplation. A time to tell my story. Sometimes, my eyes are so weighed down with the darkness of death. Here I don’t have to dress in accordance with the social status of my relations.

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