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I was cleaning my house and when i looked out my window greg my first love was standing their talking to a child whom was pointing at my house i became very scared. my husband maurice left out the front door and greg came in i told him iwas going to get in trouble maurice was coming back so greg ran up stairs next my co-worker diana scott came from up stairs and grab my hand and said how long have you been married i said almost 4 years and she said you have a man upstairs. next greg was in my kitchen cooking ground beef and my grand kids were waiting for the food then i woke up

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I jus had the eeriest weirdest dream. I'm like all alone in a house/apartment and like I can't explain it I know I'm up out of my sleep but I still think I'm sleeping and there's like music playing in rooms and I can't find which room, it was so trippy. and I'm like trying to figure out whhere the music is playing or if anyone is with me and nobody's their. it washt like scary but it was like so uneasy. and some older lady approached me in it asking if I knew who she was or knew anyone who sold drugs because she could get large mounts and I'm like yea me! and I'm like I'm going to tell the police, and she started freaking sayin she had pictures of me sleeping with her but I didn't and like I dunno. the atmosphere of the dream was so unsettling. I thought id say what it was before I completely forgot. it wasn't like scary but I felt so lost and like alone. it's like I was up in the dream trying to look at a certain direction and I just couldn't. every time I would look where I wanted its like I'd do a complete 360 and was stuck looking at the same place

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I was on the phone and music was playing. i was sad scared and ambitious to talk to my person i had a relationship with. I told her not to give any ultimatums in life to people. i was outside of a home looking at a side walk. i was inside of home trying to go upstairs and a broken door was blocking the stairway. i made it around and went upstairs. i was searching for my girlfriend . she was not in the bathroom. i searched a bedroom and my girlfriend was there in bed alone covered halway in blankets holding a teddy bear. i tried explaining myself and my girlfriend did not want to hear my explanation to get back together. she said you broke my heart there is no saving our relationship.

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Dream 1 the little boy is playing in the year when i car pulls up and three men get out . the three men go in the house nd kill the boys mom and dad dream 2 the guy kills the other two guys with him then the men leave the boy bc the cops are comeing and the lil boy is scared but the cops act like they cant see him .the cops leave dream 3 the lil boy is runing from the man who killed his mom and dad the man corners him dream 4 the lil boy gets away and runs yelling for help but no one dose the calls the cops but they dont do any thing the man traps him in the house dream 5 the man kills the boy and cuts the boys body apart and leave the boy in the floor of the house and leaves

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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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