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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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I had a dream that I was in my old house mourning the loss of my father. I walked into the kitchen and there he was standing in front of me with tears in his eyes. I was afraid at first because I was aware that he had passed and that this was impossible. He spoke to me and confroted me so I took his hands. I cried and told him how much I MISS him and that I don't know how to live without him. I told him I was sorry for everything I did wrong growing up. He told me he forgives me for everything I did and that things would be ok. Then I asked him if he saw my mother and he told me yes, she was on the phone with my grandmother when he left. He then was gone.

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I am in a building that reminds me of an office or a police building and I am talking to someone about making food. I start gathering the supplies I will need but cannot locate a stock pot I walk through a door and there is what appears to be a line for washing dishes with a pile at the end of a pseudo conveyor belt and a shower head type of nozzle spraying liquid down onto a pair of plates the only doorway I see is through the shower sprayer so I turn it off and grab a few plates and set them down on the "lunch-line" style counter on the other side. then I realize that the plates are still dirty and that instead of turning off the shower it is spraying onto the tile floor. I put the plates back as I climb through the same window/door that I came in through but there is a person doing the dishes now I apologize to them and hand them the plates and keep looking for the stock pot.I find it and grab it it is one of the blue ceramic covered pots. I walk through a door and suddenly I am in a mall with the pot I know that I am running late and I need to open my chilli shop and I am walking down massive corridor of shops looking at signs trying to find "my" shop. the same scene I s played again but this time I am jogging. I realize that there is a person following me so am now trying to avoid him while looking for my shop dipping through the food court and I keep going from the left "isle" to the right. this new scene is they played again with me jogging away but this time I knock someone over in the food court and I knock over a trash can. I walk/run into a random store. I am no longer holding the chilli pot I am in a giant "home depot" and I am searching for something but I do not know what the man is still following me but not with malice like in the last section I am silently trying to avoid him while more imperatively trying to find the part I need suddenly he starts running and so do I down an isle then down another we are then on the "main" isle and he is not behind me he is running directly beside me his this section of running down the main isle replays four times the first time with him looking straight forward, the second with him looking straight at me with eyes that are pitch black and black teeth in what can only be described as a devils grin and reaches out for me. the third he is looking forward again but I do not feel malice towards him, and th the last one he is running like he is running for his life looking up and obviously afraid of what he sees. a person starts yelling "nick o my god come back look at the ceiling o my god come back" as they are yelling this I look to where the man was looking and notice that they have three vehicles that look like palate jacks rushing to hold up the ceiling I am no longer aware of the man following me I see that the roof looks like it is collapsing but instead of running back the way I came I run as fast as I can down the isle and through the glass doors that lead to a parking-lot with a large loading dock overhang I here people screaming and loud crashes and when I look to my left there is a semi trailer being pulled into the air by a beam that is barely visible. sections of the roof and people are being pulled into the air and dissappear into a low cloud bank as I am running cars near me start doing the same thing they start getting pulled into the air and vanish from my mind as they do so. I realize that being in open ground is a bad idea so I run towards the awning to get underneath something there is a black gentleman sitting on a bench who apparently does not know what is going on I tell him to look behind him and he is startled but not panicking he starts talking to me about what we can do and as he asks the awning comes off but neither of us get pulled up I feed like I am starting to be lifted but I run over to a pair of trees no more that six or seven feet tall and wrap the trunks around my arms I feel myself being pulled but the roots don’t give out an I am not lifted then I stop being pulled and ants come out from under the trees I let them go and I realize that the loud humming I had heard before was gone (I had not heard it but this is the feeling that I had) the black gentleman and I go into the "home depot" to look for supplies I don’t see I only see one other person there and he is looking a product on a shelf like nothing happened but there are shelves knocked over everywhere and debris covers the floor. he walks over to a rack with backpacks while I am explaining that we will need to make weapons and shelter and food and start laying out a plan of how we will get "them" back (aliens I suppose but this is more of an unsure feeling at the time possible invaders from a different country etc) I start telling him what to grab and I walk up to him apologize if what I ask sounds racist and ask him if he knows what non perishable means he says he understands and that he does know what it means he tells me I am satisfied he then says "wait I know who you are. you are Nicholas James Booth" I stop momentarily and turn he says" you know my girlfriend she says that you are the only person that will be able to stop "them"" I laugh and tell him he is overestimating me. (not objecting to the wrong last name thought I knew it was wrong) and I start telling him a list of provisions that we will need and how much food to put in the packs. suddenly his " girlfriend " is sitting in a shopping cart staring at us and my reactions is to say "make that three backpacks" he grabs another one and we continue I am looking at various supplies and selecting the ones we will need(micro fishing rods , fire starters, tarps, tents, axes, knives, lumber for bows, camp stove fuel) it was in the middle of the selection process that I woke up.

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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 see two small Florida lizards inside the house near some plants that are situated near a window. I am fearful of these things in real life and usually run from them. I get startled when I see them and go in the other direction. Then I see a snake in the same area. It's a black snake with light brown and dark brown spots on it. It seems like something was connected to it. Maybe two snacks connected, but not too sure on that. I remember it was an awkward shape. Long like a snake but something awkward about the shape. Maybe about 4' long. I go to another room to get away and the snake is in there. Not sure if it's the same one, but it looks the same. I run to the other side of the room frantically looking for something to smash it with or protect myself with. I find a long pole that I decide I will use to defend myself, if needed. While all the way on the other side of the room, the snake leaps up and flies toward me, landing on me and getting tangled in it. I try to defend myself with the pole but the snake is on me so it makes it too difficult. It is either biting me or about to bite me. Somehow I was aware of what the snake was about to do, before hand. Then I woke up.

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