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Me and a group of friends were going to Bible Study. When we entered the house, everything was purple. We sat down and did the lesson but soon got bored. So, we got on our bicycles and rode to my house. This one girl kept complaining about everything, so me and my friend Brandon got back on our bikes and rode around. We rode into this building and inside was a Mexican cult. They were stricken with disease and there were dead bodies everywhere. Since we were outsiders, they made us put one of the dead people in a pile. In the middle of the room there was a ditch where the bodies were piled. We went to move the man but the mat he was laying on had slipped out from under him. I was trying to pick him up using the mat (Cuz I didn't wanna touch a dead body) but I couldn't do it. So Brandon just picked it up for me and carried it to the pile. They were so impressed by what he did that they sent us over to the corner to color with children. I was translating for Brandon because he didn't know Spanish. But then all of a sudden he starts saying the sinners prayer with the little girl he was coloring with in fluent Spanish. The little girl got saved and I was so excited. Her mother was approaching and I wanted Brandon to witness to her and all the other children with me but he refused. He was satisfied with saving the one girl and wouldn't budge.

So i had a dream where we were at this new weird school and we had a lot of freedom but we still had to atleast go to class it was kinda like a college but it was shaped like a giant tree. So i took off my shoes for some reason and i couldnt get them back So i went barefoot but i had to go up this weird slide but since I'm afraid of heights i just gave up and went down i managed do go up some stairs when i see Chris and i guess i try to talk to him but he ignores me and walks with his friends and sits at a table The stairs disappeared and i cant find a way out im panicking so bad that i have a mental breakdown i grab a chair and start hitting everything to let out everything suddenly i throw the chair outside and everyone goes to see kinda like if i murdered the chair the whole time Chris was looking at me he had a blank expression but you can see the pain in his eyes Him and his friends got up and went down the stairs that magically appeared he was the last one to leave he looked at me one last time before he left i followed but they were gone everyone was looking for the one who threw the chair the principle said there would be a punishment i laughed and thought BULLSHIT

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.

At first, a group of boys, from a church, apparently. They were searching something, me included. Behinf us, there was a forest, just as ahead. We were on a roughly rectangular clair. We tried to enter the forest ahead, which was full of thin trees. There was a nun, our caretaker. She was near a...tree. It was light colored and full of sections of "spikes", long and tbular, with flat tips. "You are the Lord's spikes" She said. We got really annoyed, since we were busy. There was a fight. One group wanted to explore south, and other one, north, I was on the side wanting to go north, since I had a map and that is where it pointed. They went south anyways. Weirdly, the map showed they walking. They arrived at the place I knew it was a beach, even if it wasn't shown on the map. There were names of unknown, dangerous islands on it, We called for them. After that, I was alone in the dream, going north. There were no longer forests, but plains with light green grass, with trees growing here and there. I found a full armor set, red, made out of copper, with protusions on some places. It was forgotten for the rest of the dream. I found a dog, tiny and brown, pretty much like my real life dog. There was a guillotine. Big, dangerous. Near it, a chest. A little further away, another one. I noticed that going near a chest made my dog go near the guillotine, so I deduced it was a trap. I went away, pondering whether I should try the further away chest, probably not connected to the trap. I pressed "E" to open the inventory. When I closed it, the dog had been beheaded and the chests were now signs with the reading: "Life is ------" I don't remember the last word. There was a beach. Not shown in the map, either, but beautiful. White sand near the short grass. This is where the dream ends, near the beach with unknown islands on the map.

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