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I WAS IN A LAUNDRY MAT WASHING CLOTHES AND IT SEEMS THAT MY FRIEND AN EVANGELIST FRIEND I KNOW WAS THERE ALSO AND SOMEONES ELSE I KNEW BUT I COULDNT FIGURE THEM OUT WHO IT REALLY WAS.THEN I WAS A HOUSE AND SOME MEN SHOWED UP WITH WEAPONS AND WAS ASKING FOR SOMEONE AND I SAID I DONT KNOW WHOM ARE YOU REFERRING TOO,IT WAS AS IF THEY WERE EXPECTING SOMEONE TO SHOW UP SOON AT THE HOUSE WHERE I WAS AT.THEN THEY ASKED ME WHO WAS WITH ME IN THE LAUNDRY MAT, SO THEY SAID OH THAT MAYBE THEY MAY HAVE BEEN AN INFORMER,GO HIDE YOURSELFSO I WENT TO A BIG CLOSET BUT THEN I MOVED TO A SMALLER CLOSET,THEN A SPANISH LADY CAME TO HIDE IN THE CLOSET WITH ME AND SECOND SPANISH WOMAN CAME TO HIDE BUT IT WAS TO CROWDED FOR ALL OF US SO THEY LEFT OUT OF THE CLOSET. THEN I LOOKED AND SAW MY CAR IN A FIELD

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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 in my home with friends and family and my children. I looked out the window and saw a brown bear sleeping against the porch. I ran to gather the children and lock the doors. We called the police. Then several lions appeared at the windows, looking for a way in. Two lionesses and one full grown male lion. Every time we thought we had the home secure, the lions would figure out how to open another window. I was pushing on the male lions head to make him back out of the window. Everyone was afraid. I screamed at the police for taking so long, and they said they were busy and had forgotten about the first call. Many more people began to arrive, hoping to hide in our home. We were running out of ways to keep the lions outside.

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I dreamt burning papers at my home as usual. I went inside the house for a few minutes. When i returned i saw the fire spreading in the nearby hill and in my yard in a few patches. The fire in my yard burnt in different places like someone went placing it and the grass appeared to be very green. While i didn't know how to stop the fire it seemed my neighbours also had the same issue but theirs was small and they managed it but they didn't help me even though they saw me. While standing and watching trying to figure out something, i saw a large group of people walking to the hill with blue t-shirts and jeans to help end the fire. Next to me was a lady from my high school years whom i was just an aquantice she gave me a form to fill telling me that they help people in times of emergencies hence there were people on the hill. While filling this form i saw a certain mother from my church written as the presiding pastor whereas she's not a pastor. I asked and they said she is holding the position temporaly since the pastor is away. In it was a question that said i must write who was in the house, i remember writing my sister, a certain guy that i just know randomly from primary and another also from primary who passed away a long time ago and were never friends with them. Thats where it ended. What does it mean?

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First i was in my grandmas house and i was seeing that she was remodeling her kitchen and she was putting in the black and marroon tiles i had suggested. then I was in Cabo San Lucas with my family and my grandma was also there, then we flew home but on the way home, my grandma took a different flight and hers crashed and she died. The next scene i remember is that i was in her living room and then i saw her body standing upright. she was not moving though. then i was super sad and i got these special brownish pills and put one in her mouth and she revived for like 5 mins or something. im not really sure, it was a dream so it was confusing. anyways i also remember being in a plane and i saw my grandma was in there and i was trying to prevent her death or something, i dont really know. i also remember a scene somewhere in the dream when i was looking at a looong brown book thingy next to her standing dead body and i heard a voice of a woman coming from the book, but it didnt seem like my grandmas, so i asked my mom "what did grandma sound like when she was little" and she responded "idk, lemme see the book" so she put it up to her ear but she didnt hear anything so i figured maybe only i could here it. it was a woman talking about her life, like a diary. when i woke up from this dream i was crying and it was very sad. in real life, my grandma is pretty old (88 or 89 or 90) and shes in ok health, but recently within the past year or so her health has declined, shes had a hip surgery and then a few complications from it, nothing very serious or life threatening though. Just thinking id add that info.

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