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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

I was at an old train stain like from WWII. I was alone. There was no music. I kept wandering aimlessly. I looked up and saw a friend of mine who had passed away 2 weeks ago. He looked s solid as a regular person. His arms were out he voiced "Hug me!". I ran to hug him. As soon as I got near him he vanished. Faded away like smoke. It happened again and again. I started to get upset and confused. I looked behind me to see and old steam train. It was empty. I entered the train and sat down at a table with 2 chairs either side.A member of staff in a blue uniform came and gave me tea. The uniform looked like a blue jumpsuit. My friend joined me sitting across from me. This time he had a hospital gown on with a brown leather jacket over it. He asked me how I was. I replied " I'm okay. I just can't believe you're gone." To which he said, " I'm not really gone. I'm still here." He got up and went back out onto the platform. I followed behind him. He was in his regular clothes again.I saw across from us was his mum, sisters, and grandfather. They were all wearing black. Like they'd just gone to a funeral. His sisters had black mascara running down their faces.My friend went over and hugged them. His family just walked off the station like nothing had happened. Then his best friend showed up. They we interacting like he'd never passed. Skateboarding; joking around, etc. I went up to his friend and said "You know he's not really there right?" to which he said "I know but that doensn't mean we can't be happy for him." I woke up crying my eyes out. The dream was so real. It felt like I was really there.

Well i had this weird dream some time ago.I was in the river,very clean one and also very deep.Weather was fantastic but stream was really quick.I was not alone in the water,there was my brother and my sister's daughter but none of us were scared at all,we felt very calm.while following the stream suddenly i saw 3 really big snakes of a green colour.None of them touched my family members or moved. suddenly one snake bit me two times on my right ring finger but it had no fangs.I did not feel pain and heard voice saying: "They;re not poisonous".What does this dream mean??

Dream #1: Manifest Content- I’m sitting in a classroom full of students with a test on my desk. I go to start the test but I can’t read anything. It is all in a different language that I don’t understand at all. I looked around to see if anyone else couldn’t understand it but everyone else was gone. I started to feel scared, so I looked for the teacher but there was no one. Then the room changed. I was in a dark room, while there were voices outside the door. I couldn’t understand them, but I went to see who it was. When I tried the door, it was locked. Then someone tried to open the door and I suddenly got really scared. The door started to open, and right as someone was about to step in, I woke up.

I have had this dream before but not in years. I was being chased by these people who were family but I think they were vampires. My mom and brother were captured but my sister, who did not look anything like my sister, had already been turned and had to chase me. There was something special about me that they needed apparently. I could fight, but not very well, so I ran. Oh and everyone in my family did not look like my actual family. But my vampire sister chased me around what looked like a New York style of Coralville. At some point I found my dad, who apparently I have not seen in forever, and he had a car and let me drive it. My friends called me while driving and were saying my dad's cars are always the best. And then we got home which was one bedroom only and that was it. That was the house. That one room. It was cluttered with old stuff of mine and my dads stuff. My sister found me, dad disappeared, and I ran again. I went in a circle and hid under the bed. There were 2 or 3 other people there who were my friends and tried to confuse my sister, which worked for a little bit. But then found me and I found an old song that I had written that my dad had kept. It had interesting metaphors. I read it and my sister started to cry. And I realized something. My dad came in, saw the song which he had constructed something that when you looked at it, the objects made the lyrics. And he started to sing it, but in this evil like, angry voice. And I told him that it made my sister cry and I realized he was behind it all, and my sister came onto my side.

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