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I deeamed I was in church with my grandmother who had alzheimers. She kept wandering around the church during the service. My mother kept truing to get us to sit down but the seats wer all wet. When we finally sat dowm the priest infront of us turned around and was happy to see her but she didn't recognize him. Aftermass I went to lunch with my grandmother and daughter in a hospital cafeteria. A crazy homeless becam fixated on my grandmother and daughter. We tried to escape and when we got outside my grandmother vomited. We had to take a taxi home.

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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 was at my childhood home with my mother who is deceased. We were out in the yard (summer maybe) and she was standing right next to me. We looked out on the yard where a whole bunch of deer were sitting quietly in the yard and not far away from the deer were Tigers also sitting peacefully in the yard. My cat came out of the house and ran down toward the deer w/o attempting to run into the sitting pack. This was enough to startle the deer which then began jumping over a low stone wall separating our property from the neighbors. At this time the Tigers also began gathering with the deer to jump over the wall. There was no attacking of any animals, there was no threat of attack. It was a very peaceful and serene dream.

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Adult son is young again, traveling with me in a middle estern country. we are at a bazaar that is extremely crowed and I lose my son, he wanders off after a small dog. I begin to frantically search for him and run into a co-worker of my husbands' who tells me she will stay put and make sure my son doesn't go out that way. I prceed to searc and people are looking at me like they don't care and won't help me. I keep trying to expalin in english that my son is missing and has anyone seen a young boy; I ask about the small dog and finally a man says that there are doors without keys. I turn and see 3 doors, kick one in and see my son lying on a cot, passed out, with vomit all over him. I reach out and grab some tubing that is beside him and really pause to think if I should take this, I do and then scoop up my son and run away.

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