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I appear in the undergrowth area, filled with sounds of the birds. I’m struggling with the shrubbery until I reach rusty metal structure that is made of two big circles. In the middle of it there is well-like hole. I come closer and start to pull out something with the string from the bottom of the dark hole. At one moment it seems to look like a live snake, but after I got it out, I see that is the white walking stick. Eventually I walk away, leaving the traces that were left by the walking stick on the ground. Later on, I appear in the abandoned territory, which is full of stones and the piles of sand. I go further until I reach a huge hollow and starts to descend down using the ladders. Once I get into the hollow I start to look for something once in a while. Further, I climb with the other ladders upwards and leave the venue. Then I appear in the old warehouse. There’s no one around, except the roosters that makes repetitive sounds. I see one side of the wall has a hole and I sneak inside. On the ground I see myself sleeping just behind the small tree. The shiny silver walking stick, with the shape of the crawling snake, is lying next to me. The last thing that I remember is narrow street, with all walls painted with accidental words. I start to move towards the end, carrying the white walking stick that I pulled out from the well in the beginning of my dream. Suddenly I start to mark the words with the stick and I feel that after each word the stick is getting smaller until it completely disappears.

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I found myself at a high-school reunion many years in the future. The reunion was held in a large meeting hall or old house turned public gathering space. We were all outside on the porch; it was evening, and the sky was dark blue with yellow on the horizon. The house was white, made of bricks, and it looked like an old English manor with climbing roses and neatly-trimmed hedges. Most of the people there were my friends from grade 8 (I had this dream in grade 9), and though I don’t remember the topic of discussion, we all seemed fairly friendly. I then decided to go off by myself- there was a low, stone wall and a grove of trees separating the yard of the house from a beach, and as everything was well-lit by lanterns, I decided to walk along the beach and then swim in the ocean. The ocean was very calm, there was little wind and the waves were very subtle and slow, though I couldn’t see into the water because of the lighting. I was only in the ocean a few moments, and I was still in a shallow region where I could stand on the bottom and have my head above the surface, when I saw shark fins. I wasn’t afraid of them. The sharks then started moving in a very unusual way- their heads coming above the water so they were perpendicular to the surface and then going back down again, rapidly thrashing and squirming about. I got out of the water to see better what was going on, and I then saw the sharks walk out of the water; they had the heads and torsos of sharks and human legs. I then realized that they were part of a band which had become quite popular for some reason, called Onkle Donkle. I somehow became completely dry, despite having worn all my clothes into the water. The shark-people were wearing inner tubes (each differently coloured) and carrying their instruments (how, with no arms, I have no idea). Others had gathered around and saw the shark-people-band, but no-one seemed to care. I then went back to the reunion, where I went inside the house to see that my old friends were gone, and my colleagues from my job were there (I think I had joined the FBI). We then played an odd game with silver marbles and funny-looking cards.

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I was in a room with my fiancee and our daughter. he had her in his arms and she kept crying to get me. i tried getting to her but something or someone was holding me back from getting to her. i dont know if it was a force or a person but i knew i couldnt move AT ALL. so while i try to get my baby, my fiancee is telling me that hes found a new mother for her and shes (my daughter) forgotten you and doesnt know who you are anymore. he tells me that hes going far away that i'll never see her or him at all never ever. (in reality we're doing well and i never have the worry that he'll take her from me because we've already come to those agreements through court and shes mine). at that moment i start crying really bad just screaming and crying trying to get to her but i was still being held back. throughout all this he kept laughing at me and holding her far from me. he just kept laughing while tears were rolling down my cheeks :( ive seen it two nights in a row and its really scaring me. the tears and his laughter feel so real that when i wake im left breathless in tears and with heart pain. what does it mean please help :(

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A soap star kidnaps a blonde hair little boy which some how I get caught up in,we end up running down a tight ally way houses with open windows on 1 side & a chicken wire fence on the other as we run we have to slam the windows shut,we end up in a house that's got a cat in the women owner is talking to the soap star in the kitchen & I'm left with the little boy.the cat keeps swiping at the child's head which I have to stop.then at 12.20am i get a message from my husband which I'm unable to read because of the cat,then moments later I get a video call from my husband who's driving an articulated lorry saying " it's 12.22am why didn't you show up at chessington cresant"then he see me on the video call and says "oh there you are my baby then repeatedly bang his head off the windscreen blood every where

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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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My second dream that i recall is when i was in a cave fighting one of my friends that turned into a giant spider looking monster he was half human half spider his upper body was the human part and the lower part of his body was the spider part he had an eye patch on his left eye and carried a handgun in his right hand he had his military gear on and stood about 20 feet tall in the air we were about to duel in the dark cave the only weapon i had was a katana sword that was extremely old and flimsy the match began and he started firing bullets at me i failed to dodge one of them and felt the bullet go through my heart i felt like i was about to die at that moment i suddenly woke up from one of my worst nightmares

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