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Oh, the celebration could be heard as I enter the courtyard; people dancing in line, torch light blowing in a slight breeze. “Zsu!” Patrizia gathers me in her arms and draws me into the row of revelers. Joy! Dancing, laughing, and merriment! Excitement on the ground and ecstatic energy in the air! Various beautiful people feel the drink and gaiety. I stop exuberated by the tables of food, famished by the traveling. There is so much to eat ???adjusted to between the drumming, strings, long lines of people holding hands weaving in and out, and around! I can’t decide what not to choose to eat when a tall man stares down at me, smiling. “Hello.” I say. “Hello,” he says back. I grab some prsut, sausage, cheese, and reach for the honey when, “Not yet!” young Lydia grins and pulls me into the weave. Mr. Beautiful quietly reaches for my plate and when I return, I find him sitting licking his fingers. “I would like some more!” “Indeed, as would I!” Returning to the table, with candles, and plates of fruit, cheese, olives, he introduces himself, half shy half forward. “I am kin to Mirabella.” “Kristo, I know of you. You paint.” He puts prsut on her plate and reaches for a wine goblet, ignoring the wine. “Awkward silence,” he finally says. * The night sky lit up, vibrant and full of stars. The moon hung over a branch of her favorite tree when the first guests arrived. Carriages and horses began to align the drive. She left behind the idea that any hope in salvaging what remained of this “marriage” with Istven. Zsuzanna needed to return to her roots for inner guidance and the wisdom of (name of older woman mentor). Musicians played their pipes and strings, drumming set the pace of the dance. Zsuzanna stood gazing out over this Eden when someone grabbed her from behind to join in the line dance. Hoisting her skirts she forgot her woes, and partook in the merriment. Krsto was present. His family held a long loyal alliance with various noble lineage, and he her only kinship with the world he wished to forget.

I was walking down a red hallway with gold trim. A demonish thing stood at the door at the end to let me in. It led to a conference like room. It had three floors. I went to the first floor, white seats and white floor. That is where it escorted me. The next floor was light red and the people down there id not look happy. The third floor was completely red. After some waiting I was set free onto a blank cnvas of land were not much laws of physics applied, and i was immortal for some reason. I went skiing at a swamp broke my neck. After i stood up broke it back into place and then cheered to do more stuff.

As a kid, this dream was reoccurring and scary as hell...literally. It starts off with me falling from the ceiling and i land on the floor of an all dim deep red room. It looks like an empty church (no pews or anything), but in the hall outside of two VERY LARGE double-doors is a sound of a beating drum and its getting closer by the second! fearful of what is coming in the room , i frantically move to wake myself up and i always wake up before the drums (and anonymous drummer) enter. One night i decided i was going to confront the drummer. I stood up and waited for him to enter and as soon as i made that decision mentally, the drums stopped.

As a kid this dream was reocurring and scary as hell...literally. It starts off with me falling from the ceiling and i land on the floor of an all dim deep red room. It looks like an empty church (no pews or anything), but in the hall outside of two VERY LARGE doubledoors is a sound of a beating drum and its getting closer by the second! fearful of what is coming in the room , i frantically move to wake myself up and i always wake up b4 the drums (and anonymous drummer) enter. One night i decided i was going to face the drummer. I stood up and waited for him to enter and as soon as i made that decision mentally, the drums stopped.

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