Dreams vegetables

They was an event at work,then we busy taking photos nicely dressed and we were in lines dishing up for food a man prepared a meal for us it was fried vegetables,and meat and someone came to borrow my beret I didn't give him

Fruits and vegetables

I was walking in my parents garden. It was a long time a go, and we had a long garden and at the back, we grew our own vegetables and fruit. So I was walking around in the back when all of a sudden everything was on fire. So I ran to the house while chased by tigers who were half tiger, half fire. As soon as I came in I got a glass of milk and some cheese and somebody was knocking at the door. It was a Nazi from WW2 who wanted to put me in a concentration camp. So I escaped through a magical door in the basement and ended up in wonderland. I talked to the rabbit and the princess (I think the princess was the girl from the crazy kangaroo bar) and they gave me a magical potion which made me really smart. So I left wonderland, ended up in Japan where master Hirotashi (?) helped me making my own samurai sword. I practiced with that sword a little and took swimming with destination Australia. There I fought the Germans until all the pretty African girls were set free by me. But before i became the true hero, I got shot by a corpse. Before I died, Gemma Arteron, who was a vampire, bit me to save me from dying and gave me eternal life. Everyone was afraid of me after that happened which made me very sad and lonesome. So I waked into a cave to live a solitary life. The end of the cave ended up In a big hallroom full of sad creatures. And because I was the saddest, I became their king. And then a blonde girl without a face came to me and said: what are you doing? What are you doing? Go out, and find the hidden book of life.

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.

Vegetables