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I was sitting in the our living room with my older brother. And suddenly I could not keep my eyes open and went to bed. And in my dream I had a nightmare. I could not move because my body was in shock. I kept hearing strange noises. I then saw a figure in my room and got up and ran out. Only to see another ghost figure in the kitchen. I then ran into my mothers room and saw another ghost figure. I then was back in my bed and I was screaming, and then I woke up for real.

I have decided last minute to travel overseas from my home (australia to ?America?) my partner is not with me at the airport, my tickets have the wrong names on them they are in this flip book thing like a cheque book and I almost miss my flight standing at the airline counter (a male staff member is helping me) I am flustered and begin flipping madly through the book and find them attached towards the middle, other people's tickets... Names I don't recognize are in the book before mine. I am now on the flight. I arrive at the hotel and for some reason my partner is in the taxi with me on the way there? We check in (hotel is very luxurious) and take an elevator to our room escorted by a man with our luggage he brings the luggage in and leaves. We are both happy discussing what we want to eat and I open my suitcase to get changed and all my clothes are dirty... There is a knock at the door and the luggage man from before comes in drops his pants (naked) and states he needs to use the toilet he goes in sits on the toilet and is discussing things in the hotel magazine with me half way through the conversation the man turns into someone else an older man with a thick accent that is hard to understand.. He gets up from the toilet and tries to leave with the magazine but I argue with him that he can't take it as it's the hotels and we will have to pay for it he tears out a few pages and leaves. I go back to my suitcase and we keep discussing food options I want to go to a fast food resturant that we don't have in Australia and I am adamant I know where it is because I have been there before (yet this place is unfimilar to me in reality?) we are now talking with a lady outside our room who is flirting with my partner because of his australian accent, I grow more and more frustrated wanting to get away from the conversation and go back into the room. I go in dragging my partner with me as he apoligizes to the woman for our rudeness and when I enter there is a random couple sitting on the couches opposite each other in our room flipping through magazines, I question their presance and ask them to leave, they do so hesitantly. After they are gone I go back to my suitcase rummaging throuhh there are only dirty clothes and I have nothing to wear this angers me and I start questioning my partner as to why all the clothes I have packed are dirty. At this point I feel something stack in my teeth and I go to pull it out and begin pulling out strand after strand of my long brown hair out of my teeth and mouth, I am getting anxious and afraid and keep asking my partner to help me saying over and over it's stuck in my teeth as I feel I am begining to choke on all the hair filling my mouth I wake up..... What the hell does all this mean? Please help....

“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.

I dreamt that there was an older man at my house and we immediatly felt an attraction towards each other. We were'nt alone in the house as there was a party going on and he announced that he had to go the gym. I didn't want him to leave but couldn't ask him not to as that would make my family suspicious. I asked him if we wanted some marzipan even though I knew he didn't like it. He pulled me aside, gave me his number and asked me to meet him at the gym the next day. When I got there I found him in an instant but because I was early I ran on the treadmill for fifteen minutes before I walked up to him. I was feeling really anxious and impatient.

I jus had the eeriest weirdest dream. I'm like all alone in a house/apartment and like I can't explain it I know I'm up out of my sleep but I still think I'm sleeping and there's like music playing in rooms and I can't find which room, it was so trippy. and I'm like trying to figure out whhere the music is playing or if anyone is with me and nobody's their. it washt like scary but it was like so uneasy. and some older lady approached me in it asking if I knew who she was or knew anyone who sold drugs because she could get large mounts and I'm like yea me! and I'm like I'm going to tell the police, and she started freaking sayin she had pictures of me sleeping with her but I didn't and like I dunno. the atmosphere of the dream was so unsettling. I thought id say what it was before I completely forgot. it wasn't like scary but I felt so lost and like alone. it's like I was up in the dream trying to look at a certain direction and I just couldn't. every time I would look where I wanted its like I'd do a complete 360 and was stuck looking at the same place

In the dream I open my eyes and I look around. At first I forget where I am. And then I realize that I’m in my room. And I look over and I’m watching my grandma sleep. When I’m first watching she’s breathing, she’s kind of twitching like most people do in their sleep, and her oxygen mask is on correctly. Then the room grows darker, colder, and just eerie. Like something from a scary movie. And as I’m crossing the room to wake her up, I see she’s not breathing, she’s not moving, and her oxygen mask has moved from its proper placement. At first I don’t know what to do. I scream for help, but no one comes. So I start crying and shaking and halfway screaming to her to wake up. But nothing happens. She doesn’t wake up. As I’m sitting there just crying, she moves a little, like someone waking up from a coma, so I straighten up. Then she shoots up. And she just sits there for a few minutes. And I try to talk to her. She doesn’t respond. She just stares at the wall in front of her. Then out of nowhere she looks at me a starts babbling. And then she says to me, “It’s your fault. Why didn’t you wake me sooner! You could have saved me!”

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