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I had the most bizzarre dream. I dreamt I was hanging on the edge of a basket ( you know the ones they have under the big hot air balloons) and just as I'm about to climb in I slip and I'm dangling by a rope hanging 100's of metres in the air. But I'm not scared or anything, more pissed off that I can't get into the basket and I'm saying to myself told you , you needed to stay fit. I can hear a voice coming from the basket telling me to hurry up and there are voices from the ground telling me to let go and fall.. Basket was usual brown type wicker colour. Balloon was red and blue in stripes. I have no recollection if I was actually looking at anything. I can't recall any skyline or buildings, just the feeling of dangling from the rope, I can recall athe rope and its thickness, and looking up at the basket, I can remember hearing the noise the burners make and it was daylight, no sunset or dawn so I'm assuming middle of the day. Had no thoughts of looking down, and no fear, just irritated that I couldn't swing my legs up and getting really shitty at everyone who was yelling to let go and the whoever was telling me to hurry up was starting to piss me too.

I dreamt last night i was a male soldier /peasant fighting in the bastille in france and we were fighting with the kings musketeers not actually with them but on the same side !!i helped release some peasants /villagers that had been imprisoned there but as i was leaving the tower behind all the prisoners we had freed from that section we were ambushed and i was shot in the head (face on) by a flintlock type pistol ....not surprisingly i felt blood rush over my face and everything faded and i woke up a little disorientated and with a headache !unusually i dont remember my dreams on waking up so for this to be so vivid, i could smell the rotten hay ,sweat,the stagnant water and the coldness of the stone walls and the roughness of the wood etc must have some meaning .

I dreamed i had a pair of dress brown pants to wear to work on monday. i was forced to marry a man i didn't know he was a powerful god; red skin big golden eyes usually wore brown pants and had horns on his forehead (tiny ones) i was a goddess; dark skin long black hair green eyes and wore a green flowy dress i have no clue what we oversaw in our positions but we hardly liked each other he already had a human woman he loved; pale skin fragil body black hair brown eyes i didn't have anyone i loved but i did have a slave that had feelings for me the woman that he loved didn't show any outer distain for me as she was the type to wander closer to weeping instead of fighting tooth and nail as stated before the god didn't like me that much i didn't like him either he was usually seen coddling his lover or being distant when i half-heartedly tried to connect with him somehow we were both placed in a marvelous bedroom by ourselves we had a confrontation on not wanting to partake in being apart of either's family but as the fight went on we grew more into eachother until a kiss happened after that the girl he loved was on her way to go back to her home and the slave busied himself with a new obsession the god and i we happy after that and then i woke up

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