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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

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I was sitting in a moving bus with my brother in the driving seat and suddenly it was like a crash into another vehicle and then we stopped. So I told my brother to get down and check what has happenned to the other vehicle. Suddenly, I saw the occupants coming toward our vehicle with fuel in their hands and fire to set the vehicle ablaze. So I jumped down and took to my heel, still I could feel them running after me as if to equally set me ablaze and I intensified on my speed to avoid them catching up with me. Then it was like a change, I found myself at home and meeting the people who tried to set me ablaze sitting down and being introduced to me as my in-laws. Obviously, I have a distant brother who is about to wed and these people are the would be in-law. Then I woke up

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Rony Abovitz is a criminal fraud – Theranos of AR. With Microsoft’s Hololense releasing beautiful working product and leaving Abovitz’s grandiose bullshit promises in the dust, Abovitz, not able to deliver the produict, is hiding a shameful secret – he was ousted at his previous company because he was and still remains incompetent. Motivated solely by revenge, Abovitz continues to create management mayhem. Abovit’z equally ignorant investors are losing their money as rampaging Abovitz continues to lie to his investors and public about being able to built the fantasy product and sexually harass current and former employees of Magic Leap. But what’s his trick? - an indifferent board of directors. Who are they? Already mentioned Alibaba (headed by Jack Ma), Sundar Pichai (CEO of Google), Scott Hassan and Larry Page, co-founders of Google. They each tacitly approve Abovitz’s  self-aggrandizing behavior by publicly supporting his all but criminal incompetence. Investors – stop loosing your money by backing Jonestown cult leader Abovitz. FIRE ABOVITZ!!! Stop the nonsense and criminal harassment.

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I was on the couch with my two brothers when my sister a me in and asked me to babysit her daughter and her daughters friend. She told me to hang out with some adults who were also babysitting some children. We decided to go to Chuck-E-Cheese's, but it turned out to be a really crappy and nasty roller skating rink. We went to a apartment which turned out to be equally as crappy. We put the girls down for a nap and started exploring and found an aquarium room with mermaids. We were talking to the mermaids when some one told us they were lying and not to believe them so they began attacking us. We grabbed the girls and ran

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The dream started with me standing at the entrance to a forested park with some friends. When I learned that we were about to partake in a scavenger hunt, I was very excited as I knew this park well and announced that I had done scavenger hunts here before and knew all the good hiding spots. (I use the term "scavenger hunt" because that is what it was called in the dream, even though we didn't have a list to follow and were basically just looking for hidden items, more like an Easter egg hunt.) I started out feeling very confident that I had an advantage and would be able to find everything easily. I looked in all my usual spots but was surprised to find that I wasn't having a lot of luck. I stumbled upon a collection of carefully laid out bones which looked a bit like the remains of a very large bird but the impression in my mind was that they were dinosaur bones. At this point my understanding was that we were hunting for light-coloured rocks so I picked a few out of the bones and put them in a paper bag that I was carrying. Then I noticed another, much smaller, collection of bones nearby which precisely resembled the larger arrangement. Next I got down on my hands and knees to peer inside a hollowed out section of a tree stump and discovered a few more rocks close to the opening to add to my bag. I could see a deeper part of the hollow further back and, mostly unconcerned about insects and cobwebs, I reached my hand into the darkness. Suddenly an animal poked its snout out at me. It took me a minute to realize it was a bear, and then I noticed a small white ceramic bear figurine on a smaller stump nearby. That is when I realized my current strategy of assuming that whoever had done the hiding would have put things in the same spots I would think to look was not going to get me anywhere, and that in fact he had left clues in the form of smaller versions of the things I really needed to look at. The next thing I noticed was a large shrub with two conspicuous cuts on its branches which resembled small tree stumps. Convinced this was another clue, I told everyone in my group that we should look for two tree stumps standing next to one another. At this point I encountered some skeptical resistance to my theory that the hider was leaving small clues for us and it was also starting to get dark so everyone wanted to quit and go home but I eventually convinced them to keep searching. We all looked around for a while until I found two stumps on the backside of a knoll. Again, I got down on my hands and knees and peered through the space between them. I spotted some sparkly things which I retrieved and put in my bag, but I could see that there was much more in the area behind them so I worked on trying to find a way to get there. Around the left hand side of the stumps was a barbed wire fence which I tried to climb over but the barbs proved to be too much of an obstacle so I covered them with a piece of something like paper or cloth. This was still too challenging so I continued further around the enclosure until I found a tiny opening that I could squeeze through. Once inside, the space appeared to be a small corral, fenced or walled in at all sides with a dry, dusty dirt floor and mostly covered with low tree boughs. Here I found many treasures, some out in the open and some located within hidden corridors whose openings were not apparent unless I looked very carefully. There were sea shells, trinket boxes, costume jewellery, carabiners and keychains, crystal and rubber balls, a huge stash of leatherwork that my sister had created, candy, pencil crayons, and long-forgotten toys that I had owned and played with as a child. At one point I discovered a series of three small silver triangles, all linked together in a chain, which were intended to be lined up like a puzzle ring and worn on one's finger. When I found this particular item, somehow I knew that Rob (my soulmate) had left it there as a gift for me. There were so many wonderful things to collect that I ran out of room in my paper bag and was struggling to hold them all in my arms or to decide which things to leave behind. By this point the members of my group had evolved to include several children, plus my sister, who was trying to convince me to hurry up or quit so we could go home before it got too dark. She explained that we needed to divide all the loot up amongst the children and let them choose one by one which items they wanted to keep for themselves, but I argued that it would take too much time because there were so many things that had been found, plus there were nostalgic items from our childhood that she wouldn't want them to take anyway. I said it was better for us to just take everything home with us, sort through and divide it all up as equally as possible and then give each of the children a bag of treasures in the morning. Somehow at this point the dream changed scenes and I was no longer in the forest but standing indoors near a concession stand of some sort. It may have been a coffee counter or a bakery. There were many people lined up for their turn at the register but I didn't want to get to the counter; I was trying to get to the wall of post office boxes behind it. I squeezed my way past the line up and the counter which I had to push out of the way a little, and then opened up the door to my mailbox. Though the opening was small, the space inside was vast, and I could see that there were quite a few letters to collect. Most of them were flyers or envelopes addressed to my workplace but I kept hoping that there would be something fun for me as well, like a hand-written letter from a friend. As I looked around inside the box, I could see that some old letters from years ago had fallen through cracks or lodged themselves in the seams around the edges so I worked on getting those free. I couldn't reach a lot of the envelopes toward the back because the box was so huge, and as I struggled to get them, a person suddenly appeared in the space, presumably having climbed through a large opening at the back. She was about my age, with long dark hair and dark eyes and she began collecting all of the mail that I could not reach and passing it to the front of the compartment for me. She started to talk about her father and how he used to work with me. I said, "Oh, I didn't know I had worked with your dad; I thought your father was the man on TV, the spiritual leader." She explained I was mistaken, but I still couldn't place her actual father in my memory so I asked her for his name. She wasn't sure and said it was one of two names but couldn't remember which. (She said two actual names in the dream but I can't recall now what they were.) I asked, "Well, what is his last name?" and thought she replied, "Mar". I said, "Oh, that's funny, I have a cousin whose middle name is Mar. Is yours spelled the same, or is it M-A-R-R?" She said, "No, not Mar, my name is Guar." "Really, Gwar, like the metal band?", I asked. "No," she said, "G-U-A-R".

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I am 70 happily married, and by most peoples standards very affluent. My wife is an incredible woman who I know loves me. My two children are happily married and very successful. I stopped full time work at 58 and decided to go to university. 5 years later I got a 2.2 from Oxford. Yet I have regular very disturbing dreams in which I am working in a job which I recognise as being the one I actually used to have, yet I am not sure about the layout of the — stairs keep disappearing — and the people around me know I am supposed to be 'important' and yet they ignore me and I, constantly looking for something to do, wonder aimlessly and insecurely around this constantly changing building. At other times I frequently have other equally disturbing dreams, in totally unrecognisable and inexplicable situations.

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It was night. Me and my friends (there was a group of teens girls and boy equally... i think) were walking and hanging around at night like 10 o'clock i think (it looked by the darkness). So I, my friend and some girl stayed behind (for what reason i don't know) and then we looked ahead of us and we saw that our group vanished. We ran ahead and saw that our group was kidnapped and brought into some giant building. We ran to the building but couldn't open the door. We stayed there for couple of hours but nothing happened so then we saw that there was a ladder to the second floor. "Maybe we should go home it's dark here!" my friend said. "No our friends may get murdered by that time." I answered. So both of us started climbing the ladder me first (the girl stayed below). When I got to the top some guy pointed at me and said "Are there two more?" I wispered to my friend "Don't you dare!" So he wouldn't climb higher and then I said to that man "Yeah only me."

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His lower part of the leg cause do to his large height 10' or so I could reach the waist or above the waist..As I'm hugging I have a sense of joy, calmness, one that is equally to the room I was in with him, he looks down at me & asks "Did you wake your husband up!" With joy & a smoke on my face I say "I don't have a husband!" He looks down again at me and asked the same question again, I repeat the same answer! Then as we prepare to walk he looks down again & ask the same question, this time he draws my attention to this window or TV or such at this beautiful lady who is just as equal in beauty & affection as he is..I then got a sense he's been watching he, aware of her .then I woke up..

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