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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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Had a messed up dream I was supposed to be babysitting or something like that and I wanted to go instead so I got into a vehicle with people then decided to jump out when a strange vehicle parked in front of the house which had my daughter in it... Nevaeh was the only one I thought of. Then later In my dream its like a party house... And I go upstairs to cuddle my husband who seems irritated but I think I went to sleep for a bit... Then I wake up and people are partying and my husband is drunk and I got mad cause he had to work In a couple hours... Then somehow I get the weird message he has cheated on me and I go to confront him outside and that woman walks out as we are arguing and some man and I feel threatened and she is acting weird and possessed and so is the guy and it seems my hubby wants nothing to do with me so I go into the house to gather all my children ( not sure how they were all there) and it seems I had to look for a while all over the house and upstairs in a room were familiar people as in ( Kim Ruth and her mother) and she says seems everybody just wants to party or something like that anyways I continue finding my kids which don't want to go and tell them to find their shoes and they don't want to listen so I go to find them... Anyways they end up somehow leaving first and walking with my hubby and I leave after... Well as I am walking this possessed seeming guy and girl follow me trying to "kill" me is what I got out of my dream and I threw a rock at the girl and they followed me... I got in the house and they were outside and I was scared and I went to the backdoor to check and the outside door with missing screen kept falling out of the frame and I kept trying to get it back in and lock it even tried to close it up by closing the door behind it but it kept un latching ... Anyways they are in the back yard still acting weird so I go to call the police cause I'm scared and I call (780-812-3220)( not the police number, I looked it up an its a lady named Christine Michaud) and a lady picks up and says ambulance I said no Police and I tell her what's happening as I'm watching these people out the window being crazy weird and I'm telling her whats happening and it's like she didn't believe me I said "I'm not high, drink or anything I know this sounds like I am crazy but I'm not and I'm serious ( I said that a couple times) anyways these people eventually due I guess you can call it it was like their bodies just hardened and they stopped and told the lady this then I said maybe send an ambulance and then they vanished... And I hung up and my husband and one other person who I can't remember now was sitting there.... This dream took place on a street I used to live on and my sister currently does... In a duplex I've never been in then the end of it all is at the place my sister lives in ( and her bak door screen is broken out) but the houses look a little different... Also when I said I was being chased down the street I hid behind a black car on the road briefly ( and thinking about it now I know who's car it was... I personally don't know her but of her and know her to see... Her name is Melissa solowunik (spelling) And the ladies name of the phone number I called and got the police I have no idea who she is.

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Ima shorten it some, u weren't in it tho.. But yeah so I was at the airport with my bro picking up my fam from PR, they got to the airport.. We walking blah blah blah and they had to go to the bathroom so I sit and wait, and this black girl starts talking smack about me but she murmuring.. and she wouldn't stop so it got under my skin... So I get up like nothing and walk over to her I didn't say anything , I just start going wild hitting her against the wall and the floor and pulling on her weave hahahah then I got tired so I left the girl there on the floor and walk away trying to blend in with the crowd.. And airport security comes n takes me to a room n start questioning me n they was gonna put like a label on me.. N I was like wait tho idk if this changes anything but (then i told them the truth) and the guy gave me label n it said trusted terrorist

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Ima shorten it some, u weren't in it tho.. But yeah so I was at the airport with my bro picking up my fam from PR, they got to the airport.. We walking blah blah blah and they had to go to the bathroom so I sit and wait, and this black girl starts talking smack about me but she murmuring.. and she wouldn't stop so it got under my skin... So I get up like nothing and walk over to her I didn't say anything , I just start going wild dandole y restrallandola contra el piso y la pared and pulling on her weave hahahah then I got tired so I left the girl there on the floor and walk away trying to blend in with the crowd.. And airport security comes n takes me to a room n start questioning me n they was gonna put like a label on me.. N I was like wait tho idk if this changes anything but (then i told them the truth) and the guy gave me label n it said trusted terrorist .. Or something like tha

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