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I don't remember much, but I do recall that I was sitting in a restaurant with Carolyn, my TA from my queer theory course. It's fuzzy, but I feel like we were talking, laughing, drinking red wine. All of a sudden our conversation seemed to turn serious. Then, out of nowhere we're outside, walking with my professor behind the two of us. My arm is around Carolyn (either affectionately or because she is cold) and we start talking about snow. Everything around us is stark white--the houses, the mailboxes, covered in snow. So, I reach down to make a snowball to throw at her, and the snow, which was once soft-looking, turns out to be hard packing-snow. I try to make a snowball, but I can't, instead grabbing a huge chunk of snow that looks like an anvil, and just stare at it for some time before making a snowball and throwing at her. Meanwhile, she's running away from the snow, laughing, screeching, and the snow ball just seems to follow her into oblivion, ever moving on a straight line.

I am watching myself wearing a white gown walk down a set of stairs behind a yellow gold colored recliner. There is a man sitting in the chair and I feel such a mix of emotions. I do not know him but feel that I am in love with him and that he is upset or angry. I do not go to him but instead open an entryway door to my walking self's left. There is a soft yellow glow from a rather large lamp on a table to the man's right. When I open the door the same man is standing in it slightly younger looking and wearing a gray suit. In the dream I feel relieved and happy to know he is there. This is a recurrent dream that I had when I was maybe 10 years old. Throughout my life I have thought that it means something in regard to my future. I am not even sure that it has to do with a man but I feel like I need to know it's meaning. Thank you.

We were in a big bright room with a grey sofa, not sure where though. You were sitting in the sofa turned against me, and I was standing behind the sofa leaning forward with my elbows on the sofa back. We were chatting like friends, and as the conversation progressed I also told you about my current heartache. When I was done, and my eyes filled with tears, I could see the most loving expression in your eyes, and very unexpectedly, out of the blue you kissed me - a long soft and very warm kiss. As you let me go you said: You should have pushed me more. I am not sure what that meant, but in the dream I interpreted that to be that you would have wanted me to pursue you with more rigor. I found that to be strange, since I had opened my heart to you, before and you said you were not interested.

I was dreaming that I was running from a man, I didn't know him. I was terrified of him for some reason but then something snapped in me, I sensed someone I cared about was in danger because of this man and I attacked and killed him. Next thing I know I am getting into a jeep with this girl, somehow I knew this girl and had very deep and affectionate feelings for her, as I took my sat on the driver's seat, I grabbed her and kissed her. Her lips felt so soft, the taste of her mouth felt familiar to me.

“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.

We were in a big bright room with a grey sofa, not sure where though. You were sitting in the sofa turned against me, and I was standing behind the sofa leaning forward with my elbow on the back of the sofa. We were chatting like friends, and as the conversation progressed I also told you about my current heartache. When I was done, and my eyes filled with tears, I could see the most loving expression in your eyes, and very unexpectedly, out of the blue you kissed me - a long soft and very warm kiss. As you let me go you said: You should have pushed me more. I am not sure what that meant, but in the dream I interpreted that to be that you would have wanted me to pursue you with more rigor. I found that to be strange, since I had opened my heart to you, before and you said you were not interested.

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