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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 dream started off with me walking into an eerie dark small warehouse building. When I walked in I saw the most beautiful girl, who wasn't anyone I know or have seen in waking life. She welcomed me like a hostess at a restaurant but the place seemed empty. I followed her towards the back when she warned me to stay out of the sight of this guy, who was walking around like an unresponsive zombie (in the dream seemed like a boyfriend of hers maybe?). I went to the back with her where we started fooling around but no sex. Later there were about 10 people and half were gorgeous women about my age (20-23). I asked another one of the girls if she wanted to have sex randomly and she seemed excited to say yes. Another steamy naked foreplay scene came with this second woman. Then we returned to the room of people which now was about 30 people, all college aged like a party. I found Redskins Quarterback Robert Griffin III and began talking football with him (one of my favorite things in waking life). I looked over and saw both of the girls I had experiences with sitting next to each other and I proceeded to ask them if they wanted to get together just the 3 of us. They said of course (one of my waking life fantasies) but i got distracted by flashing cop lights outside. There was a cop waiting for the people of the party to exit the building. We all sat in this large empty room just waiting for this cop to leave. Small conversation around the whole room continued while we all waited. I tried to find the 2 women of my dreams (LOL) but as I searched, I woke up and the dream was over. The two women seemed like girls I had created in my mind because I didn't recognize either one but now as I think back to this dream I still find myself trying to figure out who they were

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I was with my dad off to find a secret concession stand for some reason. Then I was at the JWU barn at night practice riding Kerigold practicing his sitting trot. We then were bringing horses in and out of the ring. A room in the barn was being set up for my Aunt Donna’s wedding. The room was dark, slightly small, lit with candle light and had a sand floor. We were in gorgeous purple dresses and were taking pictures in the sunlight and practicing for the wedding. I was receiving mixed messages from everyone and from my boyfriend David saying he was coming home to surprise me at the wedding. It was raining a little bit and he called to see what I was up to.

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Idk in my dream it was fogy and dark and i was standing on this soft grass. my hair was long and thivk like it used to be when i was younger. i was just standing there not moving when something colad and dark came up behind me and wrapped its arms around me and breathed in my ear. the air made me tremble and a deep masculine voice whispered in my ear "why do you torture me young one? so innocent and sweet you are but yet you harbor the soul that contends with even the most vile of all satanic creatures that walk the earth but yet you put on a facade of one that is pure and for that i ask is why?" not knowing how to answer his question, i storked his arm, brought it to my mouth and bit down. the taste was nothing i had ever imagined before because it was so delightful. but at the same time it made my head hurt. i heard a hiss come from behind me and it ripped its arm away from my mouth and turned me around to face it. the man's face was the most gorgeous man i had ever seen and his eyes made me want to cry because they were so beautiful. he looked angry and in pain that i bit him but his expression seemed to soften when he looked at my face. he stared at me fro a long while before kissing my forehead like my papa used to do to me as a little kid before bending down, lifting my shirt up, and kissing my chest. and then there was this burning

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I was living in a trailer, or mobile home as my Mom called them, and had spent the day sanding the finished drywall of a house, and came home. Mom said I needed to park my car between Honeoye and West Bloomfield and walk to Canada to sell Salsa. And, there I was, covered in caked drywall dust walking to Canada. I walked through the night and by 10:00am or so, the next day, I was in Canada, famished, and came upon a diner that had a Community bathroom/shower area. I was eager to rinse the drywall dust off. This gorgeous girl was standing in line behind me, waiting for the shower. She was talking about weed legalization in Canada and how the "weeders" and "puritans" were in conflict over the whole thing. I, however, couldn't concern myself with this, because I had Salsa to sell.

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I am a frequent 'epic dreamer'; and have more recently experienced 'lucid dreams' where I can change, or manipulate, my dream to my own liking. These dreams are sweeping and beautiful, massive in scale, and can feature mountain ranges, valleys, vast moorlands, oceans, islands, lonely beaches or beautiful villages in the snow. They seem to go on for hours, uninterrupted, and I can recall every single detail for years afterwards. They all, without exception, feature an enormous house (different every time) and nearly all feature sex with an unknown man, who is always different and doesn't look like anyone I know. The house is always huge, isolated, gothic, empty, mostly derelict, with hundreds of rooms and the dream predominantly features me, either alone or with this man, discovering rooms. I am always excited, sometimes sexually exicted in these houses; somewhere in the dream is the knowledge that the house belongs to me and I'm discovering it for the first, most exciting, time, and deciding what I can do with it. I explore attics, cellars, staircases and bedrooms, but I always seems to linger for a long time by windows, gazing longingly out the the incredible view, or by enormous fireplaces, looking into the flames. Sometimes the house is truly derelict and haunted but I'm not scared, just in awe of its beauty and amount of rooms. There is always a very lucid feeling of real excitement in the dream and this usually turns to sexual excitement as the man in the dream makes his move on me. It can be incredibly intense and romantic, and the feeling stays with me for days or weeks. Sometimes years! Less frequently (once a month maybe) I feel such intense grief in a dream I wake up with my pillow wet and I'm depressed for days. Yet I never know why I was grieving. The only feeling that remains with me is that I've lost something and can never find it ever again. Sometimes in my dream I decide it's not romantic or gorgeous enough, and I can go back and change the crucial scene to my liking. I am even discussing this in my dream with myself, saying 'hang on - I could have been more heroic or powerful in that scene. Let's go back and do it again'. So I do, but improve on the outcome. All my dreams are so beautiful, and so epic in scale and emotion, that they exhaust me and real life seems very dull and ugly and unromantic in comparison.

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