The runaway beat of my heart and drown out the clock ticking and I’m trying to figure out exactly what I saw. It was like in the Middle Ages. I could fight in armor and be killed, even though I was a woman … Once again, it was so vivid dream that I was able to perfectly cast.
I’m going back into the pillows and I remember that when my big dream appeared for the first time. It’s been eighteen years and he seemed like six times, the first time I was four years old. At that time I did not understand what I see and I just was scared, but now, after all these years, I have to ask, where did this dream in my head four girls? Why is it so vivid dream? Why is it still the same?
To your questions about finding the answer, maybe if I go to sleep …
I am trying to control her sobs, trying to think as clearly as possible, but my thoughts keep returning to the memory. I fought and killed, and now I lie here in the mud. Was I slaughtered or hurt? I feel no excruciating pain, burning just exhausted muscles and enormous fatigue that held me in place.
I have to move, but then what? What if I lose my enemies and kill me when they see that I’m alive? Who won this battle?
Maybe it would be better if I stayed lying there, but I decided that I will not continue the lie and do possum. Slowly, trying his heavy legs to move underneath the body, but all I dressed in armor and get twice as big feet beneath the armor that protects my chest and abdomen, is harder and more strenuous than I thought and it took twice as long before I He expected.