Understand My Dreams

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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.

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I was walking with two of my friends in this expansive, all white hallway type place. there was indeed a door to get out and we were headed to it when i saw a man sitting on a large white block. he was very pale and thin and had long whitish-blonde hair and a long whitish-blonde goatee and mustache that sort of covered his mouth and was wearing a white tank top. he wasn't old or anything, he was like in his twenties, and as a matter of fact i remember in the dream i was attracted to him. as soon as i saw him i had this incredibly intense urge to follow him, so i told my friends i have to go with him, and he got up and i followed him. i remember looking at him (well at the back of his head at this point) with a mixture of admiration, infatuation, and curiosity. i am confused because i don't know anyone like that and because i just had this extremely intense urge to follow him, and i didn't even know where we were going, i just had to follow him.

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Paratroopers are falling from the sky i realize it is an invasion then cut scene. my dad and i are hiding he says wait here and runs off. then a shotgun comes around the corner and i grab it. as i grab it burns my hand. after words i proceed to pick up a heavy machine gun and shoot at the man ciming towards me. he looks at me smiles and says that it doesn't hurt. the scene cuts again and a goats head gets cut off and thrown in a bee hive like tunnel and i zoom out and dozens of cones like filled with goats heads. the scene cuts again and a child picks one ofd the heads and asks if it can be reattached and i say no its either the head or a toy. this is all i can remember.

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