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So in the dream, the professor started getting worse with me, but I didn't act on it cause I didn't want him to fail me. But one day, it was me and 2 other friends hanging out in a dorm, and this professor is just chilling there in a big comfy chair with us casually. And he happened to say something to me that triggered me to finally go off on him. And he and I got in a huge fight, and I basically destroyed him with my words. Then after the fight I went straight to academic services to complain about how The professor has treated me wrong. But on the way to academic services, I saw the professor with his hair dyed black and hair combed perfectly fluffy in a corner eating food and coughing from what I assume was some sort of cancer. So I felt bad for him, and made eye contact, even though I didn't want to. And upon eye contact he did that "I'm gonna kill you" thing with his finger across his throat. Then i continued onto academic services and told the people everything and said I wanted to not be in his class anymore, but they said I couldn't switch out. So then I told the school I would drop out if I couldn't switch, and then shifted my argument that the professor should be fired even though he has tenure and started to cry. Then the dream fast forwarded like two months when I was living peacefully, but the professor who wound up being fired kept on trying to kill me, because I took away the one thing he enjoyed doing- having a false sense of authority over people as a professor. So he continued to hunt me until he eventually died of that initial cancer.
2015-02-07 09:22:53
So in the dream, the professor started getting worse with me, but I didn't act on it cause I didn't want him to fail me. But one day, it was me and 2 other friends hanging out in a dorm, and this professor is just chillin there in a big comfy chair with us casually. And he happened to say something to me that triggered me to finally go off on him. And he and I got in a huge fight, and I basically destroyed him with my words. Then after the fight I went straight to academic services to complain about how The professor has treated me wrong. But on the way to acedemic services, I saw the professor with his hair dyed black and hair combed perfectly fluffy in a corner eating food and coughing from what I assume was some sort of cancer. So I felt bad for him, and made eye contact, even though I didn't want to. And upon eye contact he did that "I'm gonna kill you" thing with his finger across his throat. Then i continued onto acedemic services and told the people everything and said I wanted to not be in his class anymore, but they said I couldn't switch out. So then I told the school I would drop out if I couldn't switch, and then shifted my argument that the professor should be fired even though he has tenure and started to cry. Then the dream fast forwarded like two months when I was living peacefully, but the professor who wound up being fired kept on trying to kill me, because I took away the one thing he enjoyed doing- having a false sense of authority over people as a professor. So he continued to hunt me until he eventually died of that initial cancer.
2015-02-07 09:22:13
“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 *****ody 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.
2013-05-08 22:55:37
I recently have just been broken up with by my boyfriend. I am so so so in love with him and everything was fine and then he randomly dumped me because we got into a little argument but that wasn't the real reason he broke up with me, it turns out he just felt like we were drifting and he didnt want to lead me on anymore and that he was just starting to realize that I am not right for him. Even though for so long he would tell me he loved me more than air and would always love me and he couldn't believe that someone like me would go for a guy like him and that he felt so lucky to have me.....anyway I'm heart broken so bad that I am in therapy and on anti depressants. I'm a senior in highschool and I have to see him everyday laugh and smile, and I go home and cry for hours. So anyway I had a dream first that was me in English class asking him to please consider taking me back and he gave a distressed face to me and (this is weird) I started BEGGING for him to take me back and I told him if he did I would give him all of my weed, I don't smoke but he does and when I said this he suddenly looked interested in me again, not just because of what I had said but he was looking at me with love and compassion like he always used to. Then he kissed me and held me and it was a fantastic kiss that was slow and familiar just like our kisses always used to be it was like our minds were connected and everything was sparked with passion. And then I was smiling ear to ear knowing he was finally going to take me back and we both out on our backpacks and he grabbed my hand in his and said let's go (to our next class) and I said to him that he didnt even have to hold my hand in public if he didnt want to or didnt want people to know we were together yet I was just so happy and grateful that he was taking me back I could care less about what we did in public but he said no he wanted to hold my hand so we walked down the halls and we stopped again and I just squeeled and hug him at tight as I could telling him I'm so happy he was taking me back and he hugged me back and smiled. And while this was happening I was thinking to myself in the dream "is this real? Or is this a dream? I think it's real! Oh my gosh it IS real!" And then I kind of woke up and realized with despair that is WAS in fact a dream but I immediately went back to dreaming and (this is confusing bear with me) I went back to dreaming and I realized in this dream that my last dream was not real and I was angry at my ex for lying to me and saying he would be back together with me and now in this dream he did not. So I went to the bathroom in school and started crying his cousin was in the bathroom (she also goes to my school) and I just started venting to her about everything and then I pulled out my cell phone and called her....even though she was in the bathroom with me??? And now I was talking to her on the phone while she was in the car with my boyfriends father and it was on speaker and I heard my boyfriends father say "yeah shelton he just texted me and said " shelton is having a mental break down again hahahah she's crazy" and so I hung up and ran to my ex and started yelling at him asking him why he was saying mean things about me when I was hurting so bad because of him then the story just dropped and it was two random scenes, we were sitting on the floor by the cafeteria with a few of our friends and I was just sitting there sad listening to him talk like I always do at school and he randomly pulled out a cigarette and started smoking (he doesn't smoke cigarettes) and I told him if you get caught you will be in so much trouble, there is a teacher right there. And he replied to me and said "oh ***** thanks" and put out his cigg. Then another random scene, we were in religion class and I was sitting there sad like I always am and even though I knew we were breaking up I went up to him and combed my fingers through his hair like I always used to do and said "I just miss you so much" and he looked very annoyed and uncomfortable and said "Uhm can you not touch me, thanks" and pulled my hands away. And then I woke up. So I was wondering of there was any symbolism in there? Could it mean he will take me back in the future or is this just like symbolizing my desires and then showing my disappointment? Thanks!!
2012-10-12 16:31:28


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