Recent dreams containing courage page 3

I was in Virginia where my Mother lives and I saw this man pass me as I was walking down the sidewalk to the house where I was going, he stopped and asked me where had I been, before I said anything my Mother came around the corner of then house while the man and I was standing on the porch she said to the man to ask me out on a date and take me somewhere so the man asked me for my phone number. As I went into the house I walked up a flight of stairs to an apartment where I went to see this young man that I felt I was in love with and I could see he was in love with me too. He wad having some problems with his ex girlfriend. then the young man and I was a church sitting together I was looking at the ministers on them pulpit, then all of a sudden the there were a funeral in the church where we were at. so another young man said to me thanks for coming to my cousin funeral, he looked very discouraged. next we went to the store and I saw the other young man from his cousins funeral and his sister at the store, he asked me that he thought I wasn't dating any one I said I am not he is my friend and he said why does he stay close to you so I said he cares for me. then we heard some noise and we all looked out the store window and saw these two men beat up this woman and throw her on the ground and tear her clothes from the waste down off her private parts was showing , I saw one man put white foam on the woman private parts and use his fingers to rape her and the other man was pulling his pants down and all of this was happening in the public but no one would help her because they said it was a gang doing it to the lady so every just watched.

I was climbing some open tread stairs to a bridge. There were clothes hung on the treads and I picked them up as I helped a child to climb ahead of me. I got to the other side of the bridge and the stairs there were made of bamboo. It was shaky but I plucked up the courage and descended anyway because I believed that there was no other way to get down.

My mom, my sister and I were sleeping in my aunt's bed in my grandpa's house (my aunt used to live with my grandpa). I woke up in the middle of the night and i see the door of the basement opened. I get scared and wake up my mom but she and my sister don't wake up. I get even more scared and call the police. The police don't come so i make the courageous decision to close the door and go back to sleep. I wake up to m y grandpa and my mom sitting in the basement of my granpa's house; my sister is no where to be seen. Suddenly a woman who is a bit over weight but very pretty opens the door, she is dressed in black. I attack her. I yell for my mom so she can call the police but she doesn't even answer. Without even caring about the girl I find my mom. She has been shot by someone, maybe the robber from that night. And then I wake up, the dream is over. I wake up pretty sad, scared and early

Dreamt that went to fetch water in keg, carried first keg on my head, says it is heavy, someone offers to help and encourages me to carry the second keg which is not so heavy

I encourage my mother to succeed

I encourage my mother to do well

My mother is driving me in a car up a very steep hill. I'm tumbling in the car. My sight becomes upside down. I have to encourage her so we can make it. We get to the top of the hill. I take over for the scarier ride down.

Sometime this morning I dreamed I was talking to a young lady encouraging her about something she was discouraged about so then after that I saw I was in my bedroom I was about to lay on the end of my bed but then I realized I wanted something to drink so I saw some grape juice in a jar on the top of the refrigerator then I looked all of a sudden there was a wall that look like a hill of dirt with a lot of smooth stones on it all around the front of my bedroom. then all of a sudden I heard a noise sound rushing from the wall that look like a hill of dirt and water began to gush out all over but the water only ran to the end of the bed and to the left side of the bedroom. my clipboard was in the water and I picked it up the I began to walk around in the water to find other papers or books that might had got in the water. but what is so strange the water never touched my bed at all. as I looked at the water the water was dark because of the color of the dirt that was on the wall on the hill but I still could see through the water. the light was still in the bedroom shining bright.

I was on an action movie set, with two famous actors and Sean Connery as superstar. The two actors were really confident but arrogant, and I was very reserved and humble, just trying to do my job. The scene foresaw a helicopter bombarding us, However, it turned out that the helicopter was bombarding us for real. The two actors went panic; I tried to distract the helicopter, allowing them to escape. I eventually managed to find an escape through a safe secret rout, so all of us were safe. We were happy to be alive, and Sean Connery came to me telling:"You have courage kid. You truly have courage, I would not have done any better."

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