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I was doing my eyebrows in the mirror as I saw blood dripping down my forehead. I then touch my head and my hair is wet due to the amount of blood. There is no pain. Urgent care thinks it may be a psychological disorder, friends and family believe me. My hair turns red from blood.

My dead father is coming in my dreams. Sumtimes I saw him in a mental disorder condition n sometime I saw that he went outside n there he died. Plz hepl me out.

My ex boyfriend was wearing high heels and protecting me from a man with bi-polar disorder in a church on vacation

I was in a clinic for eating disorders. My friend was there with me because he said that he has been there before. But when we had her intake the woman behind the counter had a tekst message from my counslors and told her that I have an eating disorder. The woman got furious and told me that I never had to tell them that and that this is a punishment for me. Then she became angry at my friend because he knew about all of it and that he took me there. Then I woke up

“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.

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I was in front of a soothsayer,so worried about my single life and why i am not married,he throw some coins down to read it,they were 6neated baskets placed on the ground.3 on the right,3on the left.the more coins that enters a basket will tell my marriage fate.Coins were entering the right but at the end he had 3coins left,when he throw the coins it became 6in number and 3coins bore the crucifix of Jesus Christ.he told me i had to make peace with God and that i should go.Going i meet my ex boyfriend in front of a white beautiful painted house he asked me in and as i got in to his room,the room was a mess,disorder ,unpainted and dirty.after leaving his place going down the road,there was a woman behind me who was like protecting me,and in front of me i saw 3 women(witches) each holding a plate of food.the first one offered me pawpaw,i rejected it in Jesus name,the second offered me a plate of bread i rejected it in Jesus name.and immediately i woke up.