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I was in a large house filled with people I know and people I don't know. It was for a show for musicians and I wasn't sure why I was there just that I was. Everyone had already showered and I was running up and downstairs in a bikini trying to find my shampoo and soap and towel to take one too, but I couldn't find anything. I didn't even know what room I was staying in. The staircase was red carpeted and kind of swirling but not round and a little confusing. When I ran upstairs it was the girls area and I'd talk with them a little and felt they were superior than me. and I'd run downstairs trying to find my stuff again getting frustrated and downstairs was the guys. And one of the guys I know in life but I never talk to him and he tried to help a little but not much and I kept going up and down the stairs and never found any of my stuff.

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I dreamt that I secretly meet my ex boyfriend at a resturant. He explains to me why he has been so nasty with me. That he has a jealous girlfriend who watches his every move and that is the reason why he could not keep in touch. He is not sure if he wants to marry her. We get to my house and I tell him that I am going to tell my husband that he came to visit. I go and tell my husband who gets very upset about the idea. I then go back and tell him to take his stuff and go obeying my husband demands.

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Dream- I tried to auto pilot myself to the dentist with meaghan and moms jettas because they were the only cars that could. The blazer couldn't. Then I tried using a motorized cooler scooter but it was too slow for the highway. There was a cavern in my backyard in which for a brief second I saw an owl flutter around. I later saw Dottie try to get the owl and have told me he had stabbed it. There was a large apartment complex playing metal music as if the guy was supposed to be calling the owl, right where the house past ms Collins was. I found the man at a community daycare as he walked in the door and knew immeadiatley that he had an owl after he said "maybe an ostrich would be nice" The family then took a trip to a seaside location I've never seen before, and we saw tons of people cleaning up stuff, while others were sitting, it seemed like a rocky sharp shore by the sea and a town bordering it very closely and elevated. We then saw a place where I said " I have seen Dave Matthews band here before, after a tour guide said that Dave Matthews was selling the building there. Meaghan (sister) quickly hushed me and said shut up you know who we were with. (Somehow implying Dad) then my alarm went off.

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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 dream that I was at the movies with my best friend. We were walking together by my grandparents house down this hill and we kept seeing this guy sitting outside watching us. I had to walk by there alone and I was scared passing by the man. Then all of a sudden we get to the movie theater and I was looking for a gum wrapper or something. Then my ex comes up behind me and hugs me and lays his head on my shoulder and starts telling me stuff. Then he leaves. My best friend asks me Do you still like him and I just smile.

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I was riding on the left side of the back seat with other unknown people in a burgundy car with a dent in the door. It was a pretty day and we pulled over so I could look at this yard. There were several smaller structures by the house. The house wasn't for sale I just wanted to see it because the yard was pretty. we drove into the grass but not horizontally as we were pulling off the road. A passerby would think it was wrecked. I never shut my car door When I got out of the car and walked. The yard was lines with a plain chain link fence. The grass was neatly mowed on the outside and inside of the fence. There were trees to the left of me. They were beautiful. The house was built on the side of a cliff. There were many decks looking into the hills and area below. Big bay windows and a very cozy homey feel. It was a dark color house. The smaller structures were away from the house and they were elaborate storage areas. One was a wash house to do laundry. There were stairs inside the structure going to the room that held the washer and dryer. The stairs were on the right as the man who owned the house started to show me. He was a common short black man short. He had on blue jeans and a plaid shirt. He was friendly and kind, but irritated. The washer house was littered. It had stuff everywhere. Clothes dirt toys dolls papers. The stairs were narrow leading to the washer room and intimidating. The entire building was dim and musty. Not like the yard. It was beautiful outside but ancient inside. Outdated and depressing inside. We went into the house next. It was the same. Cluttered and outdated. The stairs which were in front of me were so narrow and they curved up far. There were dolls littering the stairwell making it difficult to walk up them. The man was leading me but I couldn't breathe. We made it to the area of the stairs that I felt was half way. To the left I was beside the big bay window looking over the land and the valley. We turned a corner on the stairs and came to the kitchen on the left of me. It had an outdated white stove that was banged up. Black iron exposed where it had been dinged. There were toys clothes and dolls everywhere. It was dark in the kitchen. The floor was vinyl and dirty and torn up. There were no windows in the kitchen. I just had to go. I didn't want to intrude on the man anymore. I thanked him and left abruptly. He never even had a chance to acknowledge it.

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It started off with me at my grandmas house moving everything out then the house kinda became a like a boarding school then one of my old friends was apparently and old roommate. While we were cleaning it out i tried to go outside to put the full basket in my car but my grandmas/boarding school house turned into a hospital with like 50 flights. it took me and my brother to get to the bottom. we took the elevator but it didn't take us straight down it took us all the way across the hospital. we had to find our way back and when we did it was all my family waiting for us and asked me what time did i have to go to work. i said 5 and the time it was at that moment was 3:55. i wanted to go back upstairs to help get the rest of the stuff, but it was like i couldn't move..... and Thats when i woke up

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