Recent dreams containing file page 7

Saw my dead husbands profile in a mirror.he then turned smiling at me full face.i woke up sobbing and still missing him 11 years later.

I was hanging out with friends in an airport that was completely empty except for our group. Then three of us decided to explore so we got into the elevator and Sage decided to go to the bottom (12th) floor. When we got down to the bottom floor the door opened, we stepped out, then the elevator fell out of the shaft and was dragged forward to a huge melting pot full of and surrounded by decrepit elevators. We started trying to find a place to get back to the higher levels but there were no working elevators and no stairs. Hunter started finding file pages of people, but we didn't really think them useful to the task at hand. I found a small office that had a laptop going playing music, there was a small staircase by it so we crawled up. The next level was similar to the bottom one but without the elevators. It still had no way out. It was on this floor we started finding similar file pages with the same form of the faces we had seen previously but demented and disfigured. The had been poisoned by radiation and become creatures of the night that would seek out human flesh. We started searching for an exit just as the creatures began to chase and attack us. Then I woke up.

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Dream: I was with a guy I know named Jason Tolber. I was participatory in the dream but it was also as if I was watching from inside myself. We went through our daily lives and as I was watching I couldn't believe I was really with him. It was as if I was dreaming. In the dream we had a misunderstanding and I filed for divorce but didn't sign it. I was sitting on a stoop and reading the papers and he came behind and read them. He was very upset I filed and asked why would I do that . I said because I don't believe we're together and I can't believe this it can't be real. He looked at me and said he didn't want a divorce. We looked at each other and I knew in my heart I shouldn't sign them, but it was as if another force took over and I did which I regretted afterwards.

“You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always think of you.” ― J.M. Barrie My name is Shannon. I'm a seventeen year old girl with a cognitive sleep disorder, who doesn't dream. I haven't had a real dream in ten years. When I go to sleep, my body and my brain shuts off, until it's either time to wake up, or pass between the realm of the sleeping, and the awake. In these ten years, when I slept I was plagued with nightmares, vivid nightmares beyond my control that stay with me, haunt me during the day. I'd see the figures in my nightmares everywhere, be it people, or unexplainable things. But today, when I slept, something happened: I was sleeping, yet awake and well aware, and while this was happening, I was dreaming. This dream has to be the most real thing that has ever happened. Let me tell you what happened: I was sitting outside of a lovely, slightly older house with a young man, he was a little older than I was, Maybe nineteen or twenty. It was dark, snow was falling to the ground, but it wasn't cold. We were talking, having a wonderful time; he was handsome; mid-length choclate colored hair that was combed back, though some of his hair had migrated infront of his face. He was wearing all black, not in the 'creepy gothic' way you would think. He was wearing a lovely leather coat, looked like he had traveled to london and back to get it, regular dress shoes, slacks, and a long-sleeve black top. I was different, much different. I was dressed in all white, though I couldn't tell exactly what I was wearing, we had on almost the same jacket: mine was white, cotton; and his, well I've already told you. I was wearing a white beret, and my hair was much different: it was long, almost down to my back and as blonde as a sun goddess; curled just slightly at the end; my glasses weren't black anymore, but a light baby blue. He smiled at me, took my hand and called me "Madaline." I responded! That wasn't my name but I responded as if I've had it for my whole life. This boy... He looked into my eyes and I could see through him, I could see into his soul. In an instant he turned, and pulled out a beautiful light blue and lime green stripped scarf, drapped it around my neck, and smiled once again. I beemed, I didn't know what to say, it was beautiful! gorgeous, even. He then took a small letter from his pocket, and handed it to me. It was a poem, entitled "My sweet Madaline."; I stopped, and looked at him, and proceeded to read: "My sweet Madaline, Though I will never be here in time, You are heaven to this tattered soul. You are a gift, that should be protected, And though we may be appart, in life: I can promise you, we will have our time, My sweet Madaline." Before I had a moment to respond, a little girl came out of the house behind us. She was about eight or so, with the same hair color hair as the young man. She looked at the scarf, then the note, and ran in side "Mommy, mommy! Why does she gets stuff and I don't!" she shouted, running inside. We both laughed. At that moment my eyes opened, my room was dark. It was about 11:00am; but when I closed my eyes, this.. dream... it continued. There was a court room, the young man was sitting in front with his lawyer, there was nobody on the stand. It seemed as though they were talking about a child that had died; Madaline. They had blamed the young man for it. The lawyer accusing him had found the poem. "My sweet Madaline" on his desk, to be honest, I don't know what was happening. I rushed into the court room, flinging open the doors and yelling "Stop!" Instantly all eyes were on me, the room fell silent as the young man looked back at me, and I knew, I just knew, he couldn't have done this. "That poem is about me! He wrote it about me!" I opened my eyes again, back to reality before turning to the otherside of my bed. Closing my eyes, I saw an older woman with two men standing on either side of her. She was holding a file, with one, small sheet of paper pulled out of it. "She's telling the truth." the woman said with a soft quiver in her voice. I saw the young man's face before my eyes opened for the final time. This is all I remember.

I had a dream about legal file

I have had various dreams about my ex boyfriend and his current girlfriend. Walking down the hallway and he kisses her and I'm about to go down the stairs then I wake up. We're in a room filled of class students and he ignores me amd walks off with his current girlfriend. A dream about his old profile picture when it wasn't him and his girlfriend. A song or a verse I wrote to him but I told him it wasn't for him.

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I've had this dream recently , but for some reason , I really need to know what the meaning is ... . My Dream , I don't remember much of it but I remember Justin driving me into the shopping car park, first into the no roof car park. We got out of the car, we held hands and walked towards the shopping mall, we were giggling and laughing . WE went up the escolaters( however they are spelt} , he held me close and told me jokes, making me laugh , and him laughing at his own jokes. Justin looked to the left while chuckling , I smiled at him and he smiled back. We were just goofing off , you know? . We walked hand in hand to kmart { a everything shop in australia}. We walked past the scanners talking and then saw flashing lights. We turned around confused and saw a person taking photos of us ( papparazi). Justin pulled me into the clothing section and started cussing " ****... Oh ****!" he said walking around worriedly. I don't know why, but my heart flinched everytime he sweared. I told him to relax and hide with me , pulling his arm. i said it about 5 Times " Justin Please .. listen to me .. I'll hide you" . But he refused. " I'm sorry , i have to leave, without you..." He said . He kissed my lips gently, I was shocked. He reminded me his name is Justin Mccane , I guess that was to keep him on low profile. and He disappeared. i was upset but I understood . I tried to follow him but he was no where to be found. I couldn't go outside it was too dark and Justin drove me here , so I had no car. I felt replaced and helpless. I saw Matthew { a Friend from drama class ) smiling at me when he saw me. I walked back into the shops trying to get him to notice me, by showing off { so h could take me home} .. didn't work. I called mum to come pick me up. I went to the police station to try and find him, I saw a paper with justin bieber on it . That;s all I remember . I knew there was more ... but pleeeeaseeee interpret it for me

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