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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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In this dream my sister friend and I was walking around the neighborhood we heard a lot of gun shots and someone said somewhere that they were robbing people of there unemployment checks so we kept on walking on our way the I looked over and noticed a white chain that was there to stop people from entering through that section of that certain path and then I looked again it was down maybe someone took it down some how.as we began to walk on we walk by house that houses that had there doors open and I seen people in the bed sleeping with no notice of any thing around them at all they were unaware of their surrounding. thought were they care free? or just blind to the fact of what kind of world we live in? so my friend and I went on to a stor I love to go to the owner of the store is a very good friend of mine so we stopped in to see here I bought something from her and she gave me a twenty dollar bill and three one dollar bills folded back in my hand and said share this with your friend I said I will thank you and happy mothers day she said back merry Christmas and happy mothers day. then we hugged each other and kiss and then another one of her lady relatives came out and she said merry Christmas and happy mothers day and we hugged and kissed and we went on our way.

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I was sleeping when I began to do things in my sleep. I then went around and was still asleep but functioning, I could not wake up. I found my boyfriend and the whole dream I was trying to text him as things got worse, but the texts were just nonsense and he did not understand that I needed to be picked up as I was driving. At Dunkin Donuts they gave me an order for some guy who I apparently knew. I got to campus and a teacher decried that Kirsten could drive me to the hospital. We got into the car and she got into the backseat and I asked what was going on and she was being a bitch and said she wasn't going to drive me so I beat her up. I drove to campus and found my boyfriend and told him that I was having a stroke and needed to get to the hospital, but the nurse on call checked me and then left then everything turned into an SNL skit so I was back at campus. Someone who I thought was the the RD showed up and it was by the classrooms and I said I didn't want everyone to see, I was so embarrassed, and he said if I was embarrassed I should stop walking funny.

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