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My friend and i was on the school bus when my other friend got mad and got off and when we got to our stop it was raining so i put on my jacket and ran home. when i got home this cute boy that i like was standing out side so i when up the stairs and said excuse me in a poliet and quiet voice and then he held me hand and then i said why didn't you call me but i knew i should have called him because i had his phone number. but then my parents came outside and i hid behind a car untill they left then i ent back upstairs next to him and my friend and all of a sudden his little sister was in his arms and i said aww and he gave me his sister to hold and i said she was really cute and then my friend walked me in the house to get my phone and then she did my hair and my hair color was purple, blue and had sparkles in it

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I was sleeping when I began to do things in my sleep. I then went around and was still asleep but functioning, I could not wake up. I found my boyfriend and the whole dream I was trying to text him as things got worse, but the texts were just nonsense and he did not understand that I needed to be picked up as I was driving. At Dunkin Donuts they gave me an order for some guy who I apparently knew. I got to campus and a teacher decried that Kirsten could drive me to the hospital. We got into the car and she got into the backseat and I asked what was going on and she was being a bitch and said she wasn't going to drive me so I beat her up. I drove to campus and found my boyfriend and told him that I was having a stroke and needed to get to the hospital, but the nurse on call checked me and then left then everything turned into an SNL skit so I was back at campus. Someone who I thought was the the RD showed up and it was by the classrooms and I said I didn't want everyone to see, I was so embarrassed, and he said if I was embarrassed I should stop walking funny.

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I dreamt that i was with a very familiar small group of people of my own culture and we had a assembly in honour of some sort of importance. there was among the people, a famous singer and with her, her family. i had to go up front and start playing a song that was written by me but no one else knew the song. so i started to sing it with another person and finally it was recorded. then the famous lady's dad, who is actually already deceased, came to join us out of nowhere and he started to sing this song. and the people were weeping with joy about this special song. it seemed like they liked the song very much, but didn't really understand it.

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I dreamt of a child that had an enlarged left yellow eye. it was me . there was a scene from like a mediaeval time when as child i was odd h ad a swollen eye was taken from my mother and strung up for 8 days and then she came to take me down - not sure whether I survived or not. then I dreamed of someone coming to tell me that my ex husband was having an affair in 1972 with the woman he is now with, although i don't think he knew her then. c1972 was when we first met. when this person told me I through milk down a glass or very light stair case in anger

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So last night i had the CRAZIEST dream. I was at a function on somebody college campus and i know the ppl in my dream but they arent ppl from real life... although e raines may have been in it. when i'm faced with a bunch of que's. then all of a sudden: THERE HE IS. just pop up outta no where. he's with a friend of his that i know somehow. and when i see him it like immediately the friend could tell we knew each other. somehow without saying anything its communicated that he is having problems with his gf/ex-gf but wants her back but we end up walking to a private room together and making out... he takes his shirt off... sex is about to go DOWN then i stop him. ?!?!?

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I was in bed, and I was woken up by the sound of my Uncle's dog barking (but I was in my own house), he was barking at me, then at the window in my bedroom that faces the garden. So, I get up and look outside, and in my dream instead of my house being right in the corner (end) of the street, there was a house to it's left and on the roof connecting the two, was a baby. A baby boy, I think, he was smiling one minute and the next he was falling off the roof. I then called for my mum and ran down the stairs and instead of running straight to the garden, I ran to the front of the house first and looked around. I not sure, what for ? Then I ran towards the garden and saw the baby laying face down dead in the garden. In the dream I knew the neighbour who's child that was, and watched as she was told what happened to her baby. The next thing I know, I'm awake in my bed crying.

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“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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