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I really like the room where I spend my nights, but sometimes in my dreams there’s a much more beautiful one. It has a very big balcony with a view at he sea and it’s bigger than mine. It’s lighter and it also has a wide window from where you can see the mountains and a country landscape, too. Its walls are light blue and there are nice pictures hunging from them. In one side, there’s a huge bed covered by a patchwork cover, and small lamps on the bedside tables. There’s a small white rug on the wooden floor and plenty of books on the shelves opposite to the bed. I hope one day this dream will come true!

I was about twelve, and my mother was gone, I don't know what happened to her, but my dad was there. We were in Georgia living with my dad's mother and my aunt. My dad and I had to go to Connecticut for me to get a IQ test that was only offered in Connecticut and I needed transcripts for my new school. We got to Connecticut and we were driving a UPS truck around. When we arrived at the testing location, my dad wasn't allowed inside of the building, so I went in and wandered around lost for a while until a man pointed me in the direction I needed to be going. When I was finished, I quickly sped out of the building and to my dad in the UPS truck. I hopped in the back where the packages go, and a cop came up and grabbed my dad. I saw him flail under their restraints, and they cuffed him and took him away. I was suddenly back in Georgia in a wood panel house quivering beneath my aunt and grandmother. I explained to them what had happened and they didn't want to believe me, so they hit me. I heard from the other something calling my name in an eerie way. “Brittany...” “Brittany...” I went into the room to see a bunch of internal organs: kidneys, livers, lungs, and many many others. They were floating in the air, and talking to me. A gallbladder and kidney shut and locked the door, and then they started speaking to me. “Your father created us.” “He said he was going to set us free.” “He said he was going to make us real.” I was quivering and crying, and I didn't know what to do. “We're keeping you until we get free.” I knew I had to think fast, but I didn't know what power these things could really have. I started talking on my feet, “Give me a week. My father is gone, but if you give me one week, I'll get you out of here. I'll get you out, and you can do whatever you want.” The contemplated sounding maniacal and dangerous. The door opened, and I left, making sure to shut it, so the organs wouldn't get out. I locked the doors, and I was crawling through the walls. I connected a line to the room that filled it with water to drown the organs. Then I filled it with poisonous gasses, and I was sure they were dead.

I was in the car with my mother as she drove along a narrow road. On either side of the road were sheer cliffs, dropping off to the sea. I could see the faces of the cliffs, looking like walls of red cobblestones. As we drove, we came to a sharp turn. We didn’t turn in time, and went tumbling out, into open air. I remembered a few things I’d seen regarding dreams, that blinking would wake one up, a comic saying that waking up before hitting the ground was an unwritten rule. I blinked once, but nothing happened. Panicking, I blinked again. This time, it worked.

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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