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In my dream, I was very scared because my mom was going to leave me at our old house to clean it up, and get in ready to hand over to the owner. I was watching my brother whom had in reality lost a leg due to a horrible accident,was struggling to get the yard cleaned up, so I offered my help to relieve him of the burden, he accepted my help, and was going to leave with my mom. There was no one else going to be there at all, except myself and it was already late at night, the house had no electricity, so it was pitch black, and I had no telephone to call anyone should I need any help, so I was terrified at the thought she would leave me there in such fear, when I woke up, I was moaning and trying to yell for help basically, because I was so afraid to be left like that without anything or anyone there with me.

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So in my dream I was sleeping and I woke up and my wife was away I. went to my grandma's house and that day I decided to go visit her and I rode my bike all the way to her house when I got there a pull up to the back yard and I walked into the house and give her hugs and kisses and I noticed the Hickey underneath on her neck and when I asked her about it she told me that she was cheating on me with someone else she also said that they were treating her better than I ever did and I got back on my bike I took off her wedding ring and I drove away. I almost got hit by a car. it was very dark outside

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I was sentenced to death for a crime that no one believed was a crime, like an action that was recently stated to be a crime by a new government or something. In the first part of my dream I was in a one person cell and I watched the phases people went through on the walk to their deaths. I really didn't want to be like the people who failed around and had to be dragged. As time passed a group and I were transferred to a different prison type facility. We had almost no guards while being transported. Right before we went inside this new prison we had around 10 minutes where the guys left us alone in a yard thing. I saw a relatively low fence and I pointed it out to everyone. I kept thinking, "Should I escape and spend the rest of my life running or should I face my future with a miniscule amount of hope that they would have mercy and spare me?" I spent way too long thinking and the guards came and got us. The rest is kinda a blur, but I do remember the day I was suppose to die. I walked outside and there was a line of people who had kept us all prisoners. I was determined to go to my death with as humbly as I could, but I did want to cry and turn to the people and just say please don't. I walked to the end of the line and the main guard told me that I wasn't going to die. I was so shocked and relieved and an other feeling I can't really explain. I kinda fell onto the muddy floor, and I cried quietly. I can't remember what happened after that.

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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.

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