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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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It started with me and a group of students at a shopping centre toilet, I don't know why the whole group of pple need to change and use the toilet. And the female and male toilets were so close to each other pple were entering wrong toilets. I was diverting the boys out of toilet (bizarre as it sounds) and the kids were trying to talk to me and I said, please I am late... So I grabbed my stuff, and ran off (wtf?!) So apparently I had a movie date with my boyfriend . At the cinema. When I reached, I was texting him that I was running to the cinema. But the path became longer and longer. Escalators were everywhere, ups and downs, I kept running and finally when I reached, he ran towards me and I wanted him to help me with my huge and heavy backpack. He refused. He blamed me for being late. And I just told him to hurry, we could still rush for the movie. And then the paths in front became a obstacle course. I lost my senses in my legs too. And we had to climb and crawl mounts to get to the theatre. He didn't help me. Even when I screamed for help, u just pushed my butt. I climbed and crawled and screamed. I was struggling and the cinema staff were cheering for me to go on (wtfffff). I was hanging on my fingers and eventually I was pulled up. But he was already making his way to the theatre, without me. He was gone, I still insisted on finding the theatre. I couldn't walk. I crawled on the floor. I made it to one of the theaters and found that its not the movie we were watching. And I continued to climb out and I saw many cinema staff but no one wanted to help. Until I waved at a guy, he approached me. I thought he would help. He asked what I needed, I said I needed to find out which theatre "Chuck" was showing (I don't even know what show is that, but I know it's a comedy- in the dream). The guy pointed ahead and told me to help myself to the automated machines! I screamed at him that I needed help because I couldn't walk. I had fallen off a horse. (Wtfffffff?! But I swear I said that) He finally gave in and helped me find. He told me the info and even wrote down the day tickets were booked. I saw 20 may to 27 may. Don't ask me why. Then I rem him saying, he was sorry for me and I answered, "I will be sorry for you too if it happened to you." And I left in search for the cinema. By then, it was really late. I checked my watch to find out that I was 40min late. I hate to watch shows when I miss the front part so I decided, I won't watch it anymore. I could make two decisions - one, wait outside for the boyfriend , two, leave. I knew he would be upset if i left. But I didn't want him to think I was giving in by waiting, so I decided to leave. It was a terrible dream like I had been racing with time and obstacles real time for one whole hour.

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