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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 had a blanket was in a parking lot a guy drove up with lights on circled the parking lot. Was ten feet away from Me and cut off his lights. I ran down two streets made a left saw a guy on a bycycle. I went to my friend Jillian's house walked in took a bycycle inside and then placed it back outside I didn't know what room was his . I went outside to knock on his window and I only had underwear on shoes and a shirt . Kids came out of his house and said they were their for a bible study and their were three groups in total coming . Parents came out I had pants on I asked if I could go with them to my house for a ride . When we circled around the house my friend lance was their to pick me up . My friend came out of the house but walked past us. Tons of cars pulled in at least 300 then a cop car pulled up about twenty feet away from us. I had marijuana in my purse and I put it behind his seat.

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My dream last night was placed in a room where there was one wall of the room was glass. Jennifer and I were inside of the room talking about something and she looked over into the glass room. When I looked over I noticed that Brian was in the room. But for some reason I could only see his feet and a little bit of his legs. He was wearing blue sweatpants and tennis shoes that were red-ish orange and black. I asked her what he was doing and she nonchalantly said, “Oh he is talking to your mom about the twins. He is making a decision because she told him that she is going to have to give them up if we don’t take them.” I looked back over to Brian and now I could see his face and somehow hear what he was saying. “I don’t think we can. I don’t know what we can do….” Then I couldn’t hear Brian anymore and went back to talking to Jen.

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I was doing homework in my bedroom when a mother of a child who was killed in a hurricane contacted me and asked me to call her back or show up at her house. I forgot to call so she called me and as we were talking on the phone about her daughter, another hurricane was happening outside and it almost shattered my big bedroom windows. Then I began to seek shelter downstairs where a large party was being thrown. The mother came to the party and became friends with my mother. She was no longer paranoid about the death of her daughter who was riding a bike during the hurricane. Then the mother and her other daughter came to the bowling alley where my team goes and the other daughter joined our team. We had to get her bowling shoes. My mom and I went to go find hr shoes behind the counter which looked like the shelf of gift shop. There were glasses everywhere and my mom knocked them off of the shelf but they did not shatter. I helped put them back into place.

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I had a dream dat i wus on my wedding dresy boyfriend was waiting for me but i wus been delayed then when i fianally got to church i noticed i forgot my white shoes ,then i wanted to wear black shoes cause i couldnt go on without shoes then someone brought white shoes from nowear and said i could manage ,i was not in my type of wedding dress but i was happy i was getting married ,i got into the place with my boyfriend we sat down n he held my hands and said i gave him heart attack cause i was late n out my hands inbtw his legs and i told him thank u and woke up

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