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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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In this dream my sister friend and I was walking around the neighborhood we heard a lot of gun shots and someone said somewhere that they were robbing people of there unemployment checks so we kept on walking on our way the I looked over and noticed a white chain that was there to stop people from entering through that section of that certain path and then I looked again it was down maybe someone took it down some how.as we began to walk on we walk by house that houses that had there doors open and I seen people in the bed sleeping with no notice of any thing around them at all they were unaware of their surrounding. thought were they care free? or just blind to the fact of what kind of world we live in? so my friend and I went on to a stor I love to go to the owner of the store is a very good friend of mine so we stopped in to see here I bought something from her and she gave me a twenty dollar bill and three one dollar bills folded back in my hand and said share this with your friend I said I will thank you and happy mothers day she said back merry Christmas and happy mothers day. then we hugged each other and kiss and then another one of her lady relatives came out and she said merry Christmas and happy mothers day and we hugged and kissed and we went on our way.

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In the beginning, my crush Sydd and I were watching a play. In the play, there was a guy trying to pt bars across a fireplace. The fireplace and the man started spinning slowly and by the time it stopped, there were not only bars around the fireplace, but ice sticking out between the bars. Then, all of a sudden, Sydd and I were in a room. It was a room I've dreamed about before. It had double doors that were obviously pushed open and it was storming outside. The funny thing is that the doors were actually like a window, about 2 or 3 feet off the floor with a small but wide set of stairs that led up to it. I went over to shut the doors but when I reached out to grab them, the storm turned into a room full of glass cases, the kind you would normally see jewelry in at a jewelry store. There was nothing in the cases, but there were naked, plastic baby dolls on top of them, standing, sitting, or laying on little stands. All of them were facing the door. I suddenly grew very afraid and walked up the staircase to go back into the room I was in before, only to look back at the babydoll room and find that it was storming again. Curiously I walked back to the door/window frame, only to find that it was the baby doll room again. This time, Sydd was in the room, so I felt a little safer but was still uneasy. Suddenly Sydd made the comment "The tree has crumbly leaves, which means there was a fire." I turned to look at said tree, and there's when I first realized there were two trees on either side of the doorway of the babydoll room. Automatically in fear, I left the room again, Sydd staying behind. When I felt more secure, I lookd back at the doors to see that there was now a yellow curtain with small, purple flowers embroidered on it, blocking the room, but I could still hear the thunder and rain coming from behind it. And just like the dream I had years ago about the same place, the doors were now doors you had to pull open... In the dream I had years ago, though, Sydd was not in it because I didn't know him at the time I guess....and I was unable to open the door/window at all. Yet in this dream, the door/window was open on its own, and Sydd was by my side.... I woke up from the above dream, and went back to sleep shortly after only to have a dream again that took place in the same exact mansion discussed above. I've NEVER had a continuing dream in my life....but this time I was taking a bath in a small tub, and I could hear Sydd's voice talking but I couldn't understand what he was saying....I could also SEE him standing a few feet away, far enough for him not to see me, but for me to see him.

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In my recurring dreams my family and I live in a 4 storey unit. The first 2 storeys are just enough for us as a family so we do not use the 3rd and 4th storey. The weird part of my dream is that I know that the unit's previous occupiers/owners were murdered there and that all their things, furniture, appliances, clothes are still in the unit, most of which are in the 3rd and 4th storey. On some occasions I would open the wife's and children's clothes cabinets and look at their things and wonder what really happened to them.

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This dream begins in a scary old house that’s dark and is falling apart. In this house there is spine-chilling spirits. I also I can hear voices saying “There is no way out” and I begin screaming and then I hear laughing coming from a dark hallway. So I decide to walk towards the hallway opening doors on the way. These doors had their own unique and creepy surprises. Then I feel a chill run down my spine and the room begins to feel cold. That’s when I sense someone’s presence and I stop. The weird thing is I can feel the evilness in the room. Then out from the shadows appears an old woman, and I remember everything about her appearance, voice, and behavior, but I don't ever remember seeing her. I could even draw her exactly and get a splitting image of her. After she is looks into my soul, she fades. Then I just wandered around this house trying to get out. Then I see a door open and I begin running but I can’t run fast enough, and it slams shut. No way out except to wake up from this terror.

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