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I dreamt that my husband and I were chatting as normal and my deceased grandfather appeared in my bedroom doorway. When he appeared it seemed so real so I said 'HI' and quickly ran into his arms, hugged him and began to tell him how much I loved and missed him while crying hysterically. My grandfather did not speak to me at all in my dream but simply smiled and hugged me back. I could feel his arms around me and then he was gone. After he left, I checked my voicemail on my cell phone and listened to a message from a girl who said her name was Anna and that she was my daughter advising me that my mother had passed away. I could hear my brothers voice in the background of the voicemail and when I told my husband in my dream about the message he questioned 'Who is Anna?' as I did as well and then I woke up.

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We are in a dorm, all of us are sleeping over. I spend the night with Erin as usual, her telling me she loves me, happy, enjoying our time. When I go into Neal's room I'm talking to this kid named Greg from college about Call of Duty and how his game is broken. He did a certain combinations of buttons to. Glitch the game into basically frying his hard drive. As I was telling him about it, I was pacing back and forth and when I got to the door, I look in and see Erin lying on the floor too close for comfort next to David, their faces close to each other joking and laughing away. I get distracted and forget what I'm talking about to Greg, then I look back again and she is slowly inching more and more into David's arms, him laying with his head in the east facing west propped up a little by pillows and blankets, erin slowly creeping her head on his chest, putting her hand there too, David's arm comes from behind and begins to hold her. I get upset and Laura Hohen can see that in Neal's room. She goes to the door, makes a weird face, then calls out David how he should not be pinching erin like that because she has a boyfriend . David comes into Neal's room saying No, ok... With his trying to hide a smile straight face. As soon as I see erin walk in I start yelling if a year and six months meant anything to her and she started crying, then I made a sarcastic comment back to her about how the crying of course came next and I stormed off to my room crying. Then as I walked in I heard say she was going to hit me with the pillow. She opened the door and I told her to hit me but look out for the light she might break it. I asked her why she can say she loves me and when I'm not there for 5 mins, she's basically saying the same thing to another guy (the whole time we are yelling, fighting) that's when I woke up.

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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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One i saw a dream about Michael Jackson. by the way it's about him and me. On TV the showed that MJ is coming to Sri Lanka and i got totally excited but i was just sad because i cannot meet him for real, but i don't know why. And i'm really was in a shock but however i collected all my MJ stuff to sign to Michael Jackson and give all to him. And the next morning i dressed to go to the show but i heard someone knock the door and when i open the door there was MJ and i really was like OMJ Michael you are here, i cannot believe though. And I just got fainted. Later, i saw that angelic face with beautiful smile and i said "Michael, through the years i wanted to see you, you are the best person i've ever seen and i love love you so much more than my soul! i love you so much and it's not just a fan love, but more than it. MJ said "i know it, and i'm here to take you to Never land and i wanna keep you in my place!" i was suprised and he kissed me so tightly. and took me from my home!

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