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I dreamed that my father bought me an McDonalds Breakfast Deluxe for breakfast but he came home with some other breakfast. My cousins were at my house. Apparently Mcdonalds had banned the Deluxe. I got really pissed off that I started acting like a angry maniac in the house. Then I took off in a car with my grandfather we were going to Mcdonalds. I was listening to my music in the passenger seat. The song I was listening to was by Jessica Folker "To be able to Love" (Jonathan Peters Mix). We went to go look for the breakfast Deluxe. In the main street by house, there were three car crashes. They were brunt and totaled. First car was a Taxi. Second car was a regular driver that was driving a truck that looked like my friend's truck. The third car was a police car. All three cars were empty. There were firemen putting out the fire and many people were gathering around. All passengers in three cars were dead. I only saw a dead women on the floor that wasn't covered up completely. Didn't see the other dead bodies but I knew they were dead. I had a feeling the woman drove the truck. But my friend is male. The Taxi was burnt up more than the truck. The police car was totaled and burnt but recognizable as a police car. I think, I think somehow the cop car was totaled from behind. I felt so scared and sad that the people were dead.

“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.

The dream started off that I was at a camp of some sort at a school and that I was lesbian and dating a girl named Bri (that is in chamber choir with me in real life) and we were all hanging out in a group doing some sort of diversity day/bonding activity and in the group of kids were familiar faces from school and some of my friends. They rest of the group was moving into another room and me and Bri stayed behind taking our time to join, and I could hear and feel everyone talking and looking at us, about how they know we are together and how weird. When we joined the group in the other room they all acted weird to us as me and Bri were comfortably showing affection. Then we were at some house party that I have driven there with my friend Thomas. But instead of me being with Bri I was with my friend Nour who was more than a friend in my dream. There was a different group of people at the party but mostly familiar faces. I was walking through the rooms of the house with my arm around Nour and I saw a group of familiar parents and school staff, specifically Mrs. Franco and Mrs. Deleo. Then everyone was making way for Mrs. Franco who walking up to Annie Deleo with a pregnancy test and we were all waiting for her to take it. Her mom, Mrs. Deleo told everyone at the party to pray for Annie. Then Thomas and I were driving recklessly and we went to a familiar bakery/candy shop where we were meeting my mom, my grandparents and they had a new born baby that was supposedly my cousin’s. The shop was closing and going out of business and I remember feeling sad about it, like it had some memories or some sentimental value to me. Then we were leaving and I was driving my grandpa’s Lexus and I hit my mom’s car a little when leaving the paring lot and but no one noticed. It was night time and I was lost driving home and there was the new born baby strapped in the back with only a regular seatbelt.

In my dreams there is always a person, never the same, or even someone I know, that tickles me. It's not a regular tickle, it's very painfull, and I'm always being held in place, unable to move, and if I do move even just a little bit, their grip tightens around my ribs and it hurts. Most of the time I can't speak, and I have a difficult time breathing, because every move makes it worse. The person is always physically stronger than me, and I feel like their intention is to just keep me from moving, they rarely speak or laugh, most of the time my only escape is to wake up, though I can't force myself to wake up in these dreams like I can with normal nightmares. And when I do wake up I almost always wake up gasping for air.

Like i remember the whole trip thing was like through a bunch of rooms, and i was with a ton of people and the group was getting smaller and smaller each times, splitting up or being weeded out. But i remember going into a room it HUGE tables like, with everything you've ever owned in your life, huge tables filled with piles and piles of things. And at the end of the room were tons of doors, GIANT crystal doors, regular doors, gold, every shape ans size. And i remember walking past my parents at their table watching them madly grab for things, taking clothes and food and various things like phones and books. And i remember walking past them, and straight over to the doors because i just didn't WANT anything from mine. I remember looking at the doors and knowing that i had to pick one, and one door lead to heaven and the others were dead ends. And i looked at all of them and watched as my parents ran past to this huge crystal door, opened it, and it fell over and desolved, and they kept opening these huge ornate doors and the doors would desolve away or colapse. And i remember walking up to this itty bitty door, the size of a gym locker, opening it, and seeing this TIGHT as hell tunnel through jagged rocks and it was dark and very steep and barely enough room to fit, and i just, climbed in, squeezed myself in and started climbing. And i remember seeing feet, like legs in front of me, and i remember my parents trying to follow me through but they had too much stuff and they just wouldn't let it go, and i kept climbing even with them yelling at me asking me how i managed to fit. And i just kept goign and going and going until i got up to.....like this CRAZY bright gold area with white haze and bright light and like escaltors, and people were coming out of everywhere and getting on them going up, and soem were going faster and i got on one, and it wasn't fast but it wasn't slow and i remember just looking around kinda amazed and in awe watching people pass and just taking things in and i remember getting to the top, but for the life of me i can't remember what was there.....

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