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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

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I was at what i think was a party.. my 'friend' who i've never really liked went home on what looked like a motorbike.. i got jealous because i'm known for having a bike.. i started to imagine what it would be like to ride her bike.. all of a sudden i am riding her bike.. to my disappointment it is only a moped ... i take it back to her house at night and park it next to an inflatable kayak.. i take the moped out for a second joy ride, this time with the kayak.. i get to a small fairytale-like lake, that is glowing and surrounded by willow trees and soft moss draped over rounded rocks.. nothing happens there but next i am on horse back with the kayak over my shoulder.. i stop by a tree at the top of a small bank.. somehow i do something wrong and the horse is dead, hanging from a rope on the tree, it's head and shoulders resting slightly on the ground. Blood starts to run down the hill... I'm not panicking at this point.. everything is calm.. i take the kayak and the moped back to the girls house and then go back to the horse.. all i can think is hat i'm going to be found out.. someone is going to see the horse... At the bottom of the bank there are some small houses, one of which i remember from another dream.. it was my boyfriend s aunts house in my dream and i had stayed there previously... at the back of the houses were areas that were filled with water (there has been a lot of flooding near me lately) the water starts to turn an orangey red-ish colour and i realise it must be the horses blood tainting the water.. now i hear voices shouting and screaming about the hanged horse on the hill... i just remember feeling scared and guilty.. but not panicked..then i woke up..... This dream has been bothering me for two days and i still remember how everything felt so vividly..

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I wake up in a dark room to the sound of crazed laughter and screaming. I jump out of bed and run to the front door which is glowing blue. My father is trying to open the door as he laughs crazily. I try to hold the door closed with all my strength. Then a white horse with black eyes covered in scars kicks the door in from the other side, throwing me backwards to the floor. I look past the horse to see a wooden cart full of rotting corpses. they are covered in a blood stained blanket and I can't see any ones faces. Then I look to the carts driver. It is an invisible man. He has an old tattered top hat on and worn out white gloves holding the horses reins. My dad grabs me by my hair as I kick and scream he throws me down on my hands and knees before the invisible driver. Then everything goes dark as I close my eyes. I hear the crack of a whip. I wake up and I feel pain on my back as if I was hit by a whip. I've had this dream every Halloween night since age eight... I am now 21.

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For several year as a child (about age 4-8) I had numerous recurring dreams. All of these recurring dreams were scary, except one. The non-scary dreamed started out in my bedroom, with me sleeping in my bed. The cat in the hat would fly into my bedroom through the window, grab me by the hand, and we would fly out of my window into the night. We would arrive at my first grade classroom. Several of my classmates were in the classroom and were smiling and seemed happy. The cat in the hat and I would then fly into an electric pencil sharpener. Inside the electric pencil sharpener was a winding hallway that seemed to be angled downward. There were many closed doors in the hallway, all painted different colors/patterns. We reach a rainbow colored door, and the cat in the hat and I enter through it. We end up in a room with one wall made of glass. I gaze out through the glass wall and can see my classmates playing on the playground and then the dream ends.

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I dreamed about being in a game show called Zombie Apocalypse, where people had to try and keep from turning into zombies. The players were in pairs, and I was with my best friend. They served mountains of ramen noodles for dinner the first night, which was awesome. The next day, the food was poisoned so as to turn you into a zombie. It was all fruit. My partner and I snuck and ate leftover ramen noodles. Eventually, I was the only survivor, and was about to get infected when the dream switched to me being in a guy I dislike' s room, and he yelled at me. I had to grab three different versions of my favorite hat off of his bed, and then i was in the school's gym and my least favorite teacher said "Don't milk it." while texting.

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