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So i was at either my aunts or my grandads house and i was in the basement i was in the laundry room and there is a demon in the room that begins choking me and theres water all around me the demon lets me go and i end up at home somehow i begin talking to my mom i see the demon from before go into one of her friends who turns into a deer so i go downstairs and the deer follows me im scared so i run upstairs to my parents room and i hear some ritual going on in a different langauge i run back downstairs and theres a demon in the room

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My morning cough medicine induced Dream. I am off to go and buy something, i can not remember what, and Jerry asks me to return a microwave to Family Dollar. it right down the street so I say yes. I walk in to the Family Dollar and they are happy to take it back but they are out of cash and need the receipt. I reach in my pocket and pull out a ton of receipts but can't find the one I need. i reach back in my pocket and finally find it. the chatty salesgirl is processing the order and i am looking around the store. someone drops all of this money and i start picking it up for them but there is more and more money. i finally get it all and they leave but i end up with a dollar. the sales girl finally finishes the return and i am off as a different sales lady with big blonde hair and tight white pants is carrying the microwave to a storage shed behind the store and yelling something to me about the water hose. I am off on my errand to purchase what I can't remember and on the way back pass a small house where Karen Etter lives and I yell hello to her on the way past and she yells hello back. then suddenly I am walking through these very elaborate hallway following a guy and 2 girls. We suddenly come upon a large swimming pool where there is a Drag Aquacade going on with tons of drag queens in big hair and sequin bathing suits swimming and lip sinking in the pool. the show is being hosted by David Angerer who has his hair back and is sitting in a large green life guard chair i try to get his attention but he is to busy being fabulous. I continue through the crowd and back into the hallways following the guy and 2 girls we come to spot where we can go either right or left the cute guy goes left and I the girls go right I of course choose to follow the cute guy duh! we pass these doors looking into a ballroom decorated sumptuously with small fire pit centerpieces. I look down and I am now carrying my purchase and a couple of professional cameras. i finally get to the lobby where is see Chuck Scalise dressed n an elaborate Cheshire Cat costume and Brandon Schwabenbauer dressed in and elaborate Tweedledum costume they both have handsome escorts similarly dressed and tell me they are going to a ball. I tell them I saw the room and it looks amazing. I continue out of the hotel and walk to where I am staying and it's the Belagio I enter the hotel and make my way to the elevators, None of this looks like the real Belagio as I have only been there once. i get to the elevators and there are only 2. I am staying in room 738 so I have to get on the elevator on left. I enter a very rickety elevator with this girl who is fighting with her mother on her phone. the elevator does not meet the floor and you have to crawl in. we press the buttons and the elevator tries to lift but doesn't. then it starts to lean to my side, of course, so we both move to the middle. it still tries to lift and through a plastic panel on the front of the elevator a latin attendant is yelling at us trying to tell us what to do but we can't here her. My claustrophobia is starting to set in and I think I am going to lose it when I wake up.

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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 ex girlfriend of three years marrying the man who married me and my wife at the time of 8 years. I was the best man, wearing black on black matte, with gloss. she was wearing a skin tight form fitting patent leather shiny black steam-punk/victorian/goth gown with white cuffs that had chrome studs, patent bright white leather stilettos, the sky was silver, pillars on either side were piano laquer white, floor was a black marble with deep blue, silver and purple specs, i was standing to the stage right and rear of her. Names myself Brian, friend Jaret, Ex Tasheica. It was very surrealistic. cant remember anything else

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The second dream I had during the project was based on my loneliness. I was at a party. I was sitting on the floor with a big group of people, some familiar and some not. My mother is sitting here, as well as Harris, Jon, Darian, Alex, Matt and others. We are playing a game that involves little slips of paper that have important things written on them. When it's someone's turn, s/he chooses another player and kisses him/her on the cheek. Harris is sitting near me, on my left. Darian is on my right. The game had already gone through a lot of people; many players had gotten turns. I had not been picked yet. No one had chosen to kiss me. Some other people had been kissed more than once. I felt left out and unloved. I stood up to leave. Matt was here, sitting on a bed. He said out loud that he loved the music that was playing. It was classical music. He addressed me specifically, telling me that he wanted to listen to this music later when we work in the kitchen together either cleaning or fixing up some food. His statement ticked me off and gave me an excuse to be mad and leave. I walked out of the room, and decided to go to the bathroom. I was in Matt and Alex's house. The bathroom was tucked back at the end of a little hallway that also goes into Alex's bedroom. It was cozy and quiet back here, away from the party. This area had thick carpeting and everything was clean. I saw a hamper in the corner that was like a boxed-in table with a round hole in the top where you stick in the laundry. I just wanted to go sit on the toilet alone in peace.

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I a have reoccuring dream that I cannot get a car. When I was younger, my parents gave me and my siblings our first car so my father is usually in my dream. Anyway, I dream that I need a car and I can't get one because I don't have any money, my parents won't help me, the dealer sold the one I decided to buy, etc. Sometimes it gets worse I don't have a home either. I get really frustrated with my husband because we don't have a home or a car. It's so realistic that I'm really surprised when I wake up and realized that I have a nice car and home and I have the ability to buy both. I have no idea what this dream means but I have it at least once a week.

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