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I am walking along corridors, up some stairs and along a path attached to wall up to a a small room aloft (the layout is quite castle like) there is broken glass everywhere and I am trying to avoid but I just end up wading through it and gets all in my feet. When I get to the room there is a russian man that I recognise lying on a bed (fully clothed with a coat on) in the room surrounded by a few police type people. He has a bruise on one eye and it's obvious he broke all the glass and he feels really bad about it. When he sees me he is embarrassed and ashamed as he didn't want me to know (I get the feeling he has violent mood swings and he didn't want me to know, that was the cause of the smashed glass) He says 'you shouldn't have come' and I smile and he kisses me and seems happy that I accept him for who he is.

It started with me at Natalie's apartment, where we talking about something that I don't really remember. For some odd reason, Natalie was wearing glasses and at some point during my visit I had my left arm stretched out in front of me and when I turned to face Natalie, I shattered her glasses, mostly the left lens. At that point everything else seemed to stop and I profusely apologized and did all I could to give her whatever medical attention she needed. I don't know why but she seemed withdrawn and in shock, or something. While I was getting a rag to wipe off the blood on her face, I kept thinking about a news story that a convict's fate would be decided by the people, a first in recent history. When I had a rag, for some reason it took me three tries to get the rag wet enough and once I returned to Natalie she had pulled out all the glass that was in her face, leaving very little left to do. While I was trying clean off the blood still on her face, I was also trying get her to talk to me but she was still very unresponsive. I kept trying by bringing up different things and the convict who's fate was in the hands of the people kept coming up in both my thoughts and my attempts to get a response from Natalie.

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