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We were in a big bright room with a grey sofa, not sure where though. You were sitting in the sofa turned against me, and I was standing behind the sofa leaning forward with my elbows on the sofa back. We were chatting like friends, and as the conversation progressed I also told you about my current heartache. When I was done, and my eyes filled with tears, I could see the most loving expression in your eyes, and very unexpectedly, out of the blue you kissed me - a long soft and very warm kiss. As you let me go you said: You should have pushed me more. I am not sure what that meant, but in the dream I interpreted that to be that you would have wanted me to pursue you with more rigor. I found that to be strange, since I had opened my heart to you, before and you said you were not interested.

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We were in a big bright room with a grey sofa, not sure where though. You were sitting in the sofa turned against me, and I was standing behind the sofa leaning forward with my elbow on the back of the sofa. We were chatting like friends, and as the conversation progressed I also told you about my current heartache. When I was done, and my eyes filled with tears, I could see the most loving expression in your eyes, and very unexpectedly, out of the blue you kissed me - a long soft and very warm kiss. As you let me go you said: You should have pushed me more. I am not sure what that meant, but in the dream I interpreted that to be that you would have wanted me to pursue you with more rigor. I found that to be strange, since I had opened my heart to you, before and you said you were not interested.

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In the beginning, my crush Sydd and I were watching a play. In the play, there was a guy trying to pt bars across a fireplace. The fireplace and the man started spinning slowly and by the time it stopped, there were not only bars around the fireplace, but ice sticking out between the bars. Then, all of a sudden, Sydd and I were in a room. It was a room I've dreamed about before. It had double doors that were obviously pushed open and it was storming outside. The funny thing is that the doors were actually like a window, about 2 or 3 feet off the floor with a small but wide set of stairs that led up to it. I went over to shut the doors but when I reached out to grab them, the storm turned into a room full of glass cases, the kind you would normally see jewelry in at a jewelry store. There was nothing in the cases, but there were naked, plastic baby dolls on top of them, standing, sitting, or laying on little stands. All of them were facing the door. I suddenly grew very afraid and walked up the staircase to go back into the room I was in before, only to look back at the babydoll room and find that it was storming again. Curiously I walked back to the door/window frame, only to find that it was the baby doll room again. This time, Sydd was in the room, so I felt a little safer but was still uneasy. Suddenly Sydd made the comment "The tree has crumbly leaves, which means there was a fire." I turned to look at said tree, and there's when I first realized there were two trees on either side of the doorway of the babydoll room. Automatically in fear, I left the room again, Sydd staying behind. When I felt more secure, I lookd back at the doors to see that there was now a yellow curtain with small, purple flowers embroidered on it, blocking the room, but I could still hear the thunder and rain coming from behind it. And just like the dream I had years ago about the same place, the doors were now doors you had to pull open... In the dream I had years ago, though, Sydd was not in it because I didn't know him at the time I guess....and I was unable to open the door/window at all. Yet in this dream, the door/window was open on its own, and Sydd was by my side.... I woke up from the above dream, and went back to sleep shortly after only to have a dream again that took place in the same exact mansion discussed above. I've NEVER had a continuing dream in my life....but this time I was taking a bath in a small tub, and I could hear Sydd's voice talking but I couldn't understand what he was saying....I could also SEE him standing a few feet away, far enough for him not to see me, but for me to see him.

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I dreamed that me and you were living together and Zakky was about 8 and the house had some stairs going down to the backyard and there was this big tarpaulin up and there were loads of dead bodies in there, we had been killing these people and you were supposed to have hidden them but you didn’t and there was a dead baby behind the wheeli bin and the police came and found them all and arrested us and Zakky saw the dead bodies when the policeman opened the tarpaulin and he began to cry and I took him inside so he wouldn’t see anymore then my mum turned up (only she was young and glamorous) and I was crying and I asked her to take Zakky and bring him up because I had ruined everything and was going to be in prison for the rest of my life.

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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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