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In my dream, I had come out of a day-dream a group of people wearing the same uniform as me we were in some type of city or town and in the distance I notice an explosion in a church/cathedral were ordered to go inside and rescue civilians. As people are running out of the building I take point and head in to the building first. The building was hot, filled with smoke and had badly scorched walls I begin weaken and loss my breath the group I was with is no longer behind me. I then noticed people drape in white and fall unconscious. I reawaken only fine that I have been tied to a stone table and was surrounded by the people draped in white and the group I was with earlier. They begin to chant and set me on fire the pain was so real that I had awakened

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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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I was sleeping when I began to do things in my sleep. I then went around and was still asleep but functioning, I could not wake up. I found my boyfriend and the whole dream I was trying to text him as things got worse, but the texts were just nonsense and he did not understand that I needed to be picked up as I was driving. At Dunkin Donuts they gave me an order for some guy who I apparently knew. I got to campus and a teacher decried that Kirsten could drive me to the hospital. We got into the car and she got into the backseat and I asked what was going on and she was being a bitch and said she wasn't going to drive me so I beat her up. I drove to campus and found my boyfriend and told him that I was having a stroke and needed to get to the hospital, but the nurse on call checked me and then left then everything turned into an SNL skit so I was back at campus. Someone who I thought was the the RD showed up and it was by the classrooms and I said I didn't want everyone to see, I was so embarrassed, and he said if I was embarrassed I should stop walking funny.

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When i was a young boy i had a dream about almost all my life i was so shockied about it that i traped my self in my house and found it hard to make my self apart of life most people woundent stop bothering me about my personal life and most of what my dreames shod me came out true and it felt like i was in a bad movie and so i woundent think of it i would watch lots of movies none stop in order for me not to think about what was bathering me how do you think i could do to fix the way this bothers me and why if you can call me at 215 954 3760

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I was in a huge mansion where i was brought to a very large elaborate doorway by a man the grim reaper was waiting for me at the doorway there he stabbed me and blood gushed out from my abdomen then my intestines and internal organs were ripped out through my mouth he explained to me that this needed to happen in order for me to make the transformation to the other side after this he pushed me past the doorway once i was past the doorway i was in an elegant gothic victorian dress with my hair done i was beautiful ahead of me was a long wood table where demons sat talking they were throwing a party beside the table was a cart with presents for my son then my boyfriend walked in in gothic victorian clothes and his hair slicked back and i realized that he was the prince of darkness and the party was for our son

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