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Climbing up stacked, overturned furniture to reach a high room in a tall house - I reach the top with lots of others - there is no food but I have a box of hidden treats (crisps, biscuits etc) all covered with towels. A neighbour is there taking clean, dry towels and putting them away, she wants mine because they match hers, I give her them but then my stash is found.....some people are jumping off the furniture to certain death even though I shout not to!! confused the towels are fluffy, brown luxurious and smell fresh

A lion is running at me then it stops infront of me.it bows its head to me so i may ride it. i get on the lion and a beast that is half human and half cat puts a crown on my head. then i run through the forest on the lion. i begin to smell smoke. i keep going and i find an open field. in the field i see my friends fighting in a bloody battle against my clubs enemies. i see blood, destruction, fire, and hardship. the animals come to help my friends fight. i go to help aswell but i find myself ontop of a fort ordering my friends and troops. then i finaly get to the battle field. i fight with all my might and with all my strength. i did not give up. in the end we won.but we suffered greatly.

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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