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It was raining clear big drops and I was by an ocean. I was searching for a familiar child and kept asking where is the child? I was mildly concerned. Then I was in this ocean although the water wasn't rough it felt like clear water. While looking for the child I came across this very healthy baby under water and I quickly pullled it out to save it, but I realized it was a "water baby" one that was perfectly at home underwater, then I took it and began to look for its mother asking is this your baby, is this your baby to others. I came upon a man floating on the water and asked him if it was his baby because he had been relatively close. He calmly said no. I continued to be mildly concerned about the first child I was looking for in the first place, but felt that I also needed to find the mother of this beautiful robust baby that I now had found and was carrying in my arms. The baby seemed unconcerned.

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Some girl came up to me and said that u were wth her, so i started having an argument wth her... Then she literally just disappeared and the nxt thing i know is that im in a room wth u, but u wouldnt talk to me... I sat nect to u trying to ask u whats going on, but u continued to ignore me... & then i started to get upset, u just looked the other way and when i tried to hold ur hand u moved... So i went outside and started to walk down the rd crying... I dont know where i was going ... & that was the end of the dream

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I feel like i have had a similar dream like this before and it bothered me. So i tried to talking to a friend about it but it was too much for them. The only bit i remember of importance was being in my little sisters room(my old room. which most of my past nightmares take place) i was watching her and the t.v in there just came on on its own. The screen turned into a sepia color and started playing this movie, it felt wrong, everything was off and i tried turning it off but it wouldn't let me. one of my past demons i dreamt about went flying across the screen and i ended up fast forwarding through it and then rewinding it to the beginning. to where small symbols were going across the top left of the screen. and there was this triangle in the middle. I finally gave up feeling safer but still on the edge. somewhere along the way i found this book in the room. i just...had it. And it was an old fairy tale in a different language again. It was still dangerous though, i remembered it from a past dream in an old library. In that dream it was on a reading stand surrounded by a couple red candles. Moving on though. For some odd reason i thought it would be okay to read it to my sister, and i couldn't hear myself but i was just chatting away. Even though i couldn't read it, i spoke it perfectly. at one point the book became too much and kept telling my sister to not read the book or watch the movie. it was bad, and she could get hurt. I then tried to get rid of the book by tearing it apart and planning to burn it, but the pieces every time i set them down tried to get away. As if they were alive, and i knew i had to destroy them. So i continued to tear and hold the pages close to me so they couldn't get away. and The movie stopped and just had this while line going horizontally down it. Then i woke up.

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I dreamt that although i have a boyfriend and he has a girlfriend , we still met and went for a walk in the evening where we used to meet up (at the CApital City)... And we were flirting all the way through...then he started hugging me and we held hands throughout our walk... I suddenly kissed him on the cheek but he didnt seem to be bothered in fact he liked me...and we still continued our walking holding hands and hugging.....like old times.. What does that mean...? I broke up with my ex over 2.5 years ago! Please help!

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In my dream I saw my ex boyfriend who used me to cheat on his girlfriend with the said girlfriend at what appeared to be his house and everyday i would pass by his house when going to see my friends who lived in the same neighbor hood.I would see him and the girlfriend . One day as I was walking by his house with my friends and he was there with his girlfriend and he called me to stop. I turned behind and looked at him but continued to walk on by. He then came and stopped me by holding my arm and started trying to talk to me. By this time his girlfriend walked up to my friends and she walked away with my friends. Leaving me standing with my ex boyfriend as he continued trying to talk to me.

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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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