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My friend and i was on the school bus when my other friend got mad and got off and when we got to our stop it was raining so i put on my jacket and ran home. when i got home this cute boy that i like was standing out side so i when up the stairs and said excuse me in a poliet and quiet voice and then he held me hand and then i said why didn't you call me but i knew i should have called him because i had his phone number. but then my parents came outside and i hid behind a car untill they left then i ent back upstairs next to him and my friend and all of a sudden his little sister was in his arms and i said aww and he gave me his sister to hold and i said she was really cute and then my friend walked me in the house to get my phone and then she did my hair and my hair color was purple, blue and had sparkles in it

All of them had to do with me going to school trips and school activities that I've never been in before, in all the 3 dreams there was always Tom that didn't really talk to me (he started to talk to me more often towards the en of each dream) and for some reason I was following him around (I just saw you once there) and there was this scary dude that looked like faruk (no idea how to spell his name)but with red eyes, he was always arguing with the teachers and Inside the dream I heard that his parents were murdered. He creeped me out and he was sort of following me and where ever I went I saw him siting on a chair looking to the floor (almost every single time I saw him I was luckily beside someone and for some reason I started to walk faster every time I saw him I was scared of him). The only time I saw him and I was alone I started to run away and he started to run after me, I was so scared that I woke up (that was on the second dream I had). Each dream was a continuation of the one before I don't really remember much but what I clearly remember is going to the cafeteria and seen Aline and Lucia eating something they called "mostachio" (it was pork meat with rice in a read sauce mixed with spicy sauce and avocado)(that was at The end of the first dream) and I remember that at the end of the second dream there was this dance or something and someone was trying to make me dance with Tom.

I had a dream that someone stole my debit card and keys they followed me in a beat up ambulance and i saw the amount of money they withdrew from the atm i called the police but they didnt respond because the criminals were emts i called companies that are hooked up to my debit card to put a freeze on my accounts but none of them were able to help me then my mom showed up and i told her everything at one point my best friend was there with me but he had to go and left i was also worried about getting the second set of car keys to take my car home

In my dream I saw my ex boyfriend who used me to cheat on his girlfriend with the said girlfriend at what appeared to be his house and everyday i would pass by his house when going to see my friends who lived in the same neighbor hood.I would see him and the girlfriend . One day as I was walking by his house with my friends and he was there with his girlfriend and he called me to stop. I turned behind and looked at him but continued to walk on by. He then came and stopped me by holding my arm and started trying to talk to me. By this time his girlfriend walked up to my friends and she walked away with my friends. Leaving me standing with my ex boyfriend as he continued trying to talk to me.

“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.

I was in a church sitting in the back feeling like i didn\'t belong there were people in white praying in a box in the middle of the floor a man told me to go into the box and I said me, he said yes you, I said I cant, im not worthy he said go. I felt like I had to go. when i went into the box the woman asked me who told me to come in there the man told her he did and she accepted me he and guided me to doing the things they were doing. he told me not to put anything into my body that didn\'t belong inside me, and that i was special and called to be set apart.

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