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You and I were on a train I guess in London or somewhere in England and it crashed with another train.  However, our train car was spared and it went flying over the other train.  We landed in the water but swam to help the others.  That was the only part you were in and I preceded to get “warm clothing” for the others, but the store I went into only gave me umbrellas and a bunch of Princess Di’s lavish formal gowns (the official tags were in the dresses in my dream).  Yeah, those 2 items are really going to keep people warm and protected.  Moving on, I then went to Lyra rehearsal at a gymnasium, like circus school.  Angela and I were there but instead of Jessy and Claire, there were two black girls in their place.  I refused to do my routine til I found a hanger to hang up one of Di’s dresses.  Then I threw the hanger that I magically found at the skinnier of the two black girls, Angela got really mad at me, and then I woke up!  What the hell is wrong with me?  If you can think of what it is, let me know.  

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I dreamed about watching a father with his sons and each with their bike. The youngest boy was the one who went behind the others. Then, there was some kind of space that they needed to 'jump' over with their bikes. All the boys made it, except for the youngest who was doubting, he did not believe he could do it. As he made the jump, I knew he had not put enough effort and would not make it to the other side. The boy grapped the side of this space, hanging in order not to fall. His father did not move to help him, he just watched the boy and expected him to climb up and get on the ground. The little boy was crying, and surrendered and fell. While everybody, including myself, thought that it was not a long fall, and that he would just fall on the ground a little below, I realized that there was no ground below, and that he had fallen a long distance, killing himself for sure. When his father realized this, he went mad, I had a terrible time, realizing I had not done anything...

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I had a dream about another woman whom I knew and she had a child in her arms. She asked if she could stay over and sleep in the same bed with me and my husband. I told her no but she got in the bed anyway. I was on one side with my husband arms wrapped around me and she was on the otherside of my husband with a baby boy in her arms. I called the police and told them to come and escort this unwanted guest out of my house. When they came they escorted her out the house and my mother and aunt appeared. My aunt was praying inside my house while my mom and I was standing on the front porch. While I explained what happenend to my mother a police officer came up to me and said the familiar woman was going to press charges against me. Then I woke up.

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I am in a sort of alley with some people I don't know. One of them whom I didn't see his face takes out a gun, suddenly all the others take out a gun and proceed to enter one of the doors in the alley. At that point I realised that I was a police officer. We enter inside. The first guy that got his gun out I saw him in the face and he was the guy the main actor of the old robocop movies. When the bad guy starts hurting the robocop guy, I am the only other person left in the room and I'm watching what's happening. Suddenly, it is like I became the assailant and was hitting the robocop guy. The next second, I am the robocop guy and I'm getting killed. In the dream then I manage to escape and end up in a place where I find a number of friends of mine there. One of them asks me where I have been and I tell him, I have only been away for a few hours, and then he tells me, more like a month. I check my mobile phone's calendar and it was true. I was starting to call my wife when then 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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