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Last night the dreams returned again. This time, it started with me in the water. Im not completely sure about whether or not i was in a pool or a tub that was rather large. All I know is that my head raised out of the water, and i was in the mansion surrounded by candlelight, with the man sitting on a nearby chair made of wood as if it were a throne, carved deeply enough with symbols and pictures of dragons and demons. The meaning is lost to me.

I read something interesting today. Apparently in medieval times, females were thought of as witches if they did anything independent. huh. reallly makes you think.

Im in a hallway so dark, that the only thing lighting it are torches on either side. The floor made no sound, as it seemed I was running. The strange thing is, it didnt feel like i was running away from something, but towards it. Like i was late for something important, or like i was late in meeting someone. I come to a door that is made of dark oak so dark, that it didnt look like a door at all but a gaping hole, with two handles and no door knocker. I opened it but a crack, only to see the same man wearing a red silk shirt and black silk pants, bending over a woman. They looked as if they were intimate, with his mouth over her neck...Until i looked closer. There on the side of her neck, was a long dark line slowly dripping from where the man had his mouth. The thing was. I wasnt horrified or afraid. If anything, I was jealous. Like I didnt expect to find him in the arms of another woman. The strange part is, im engaged to be married to a mortal, whom i think i love...but now, im not so sure.....

Last night i had the strangest dream. i was in a room. It had carpet so red that it reminded me of blood, a couch made of a dark wood with velvet cushioning inside its frame, a fireplace roaring a blazing fire so bright, that it seemed to light every corner of the room. There was a man standing by the fire, asif trying to see the secrets that the flame with held. He was tall, with hair so dark, it looked like a shadow going down his back. He wore a black silk t shirt, and black silk pants. He spoke in a deep voice saying that he wondered when i was going to arrive. He was not facing me, so i could not tell what he looked like. But, right as he turned, i awoke in a sweat, asif i had been running a long distance to get away from some truth only known in the back of my mind. are these visions, or is it just a dream that my subconcious had put together?