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An exploration teams finds me in the wilderness. I've lived there my whole life and know nothing else. But I speak perfect English as I do now. They ask for my help in getting through the wild and I accept. I then come up with a plan but unfortunately the path we take is ambushed by Giant Gorilla's. We're on a dangerous, steep path and the edge is really frightening. We run away, but not far. I manage to slip away and am on the edge of the steep cliff hanging onto a tree for dear life. A ten year old girl is on the other side of this tree (located on the path) and I reach for her and tell her to grab my hand. She doesn't make it in time and her limbs are ripped off. Not necessarily from the Gorilla's. Her arms and legs were sliced clean. And now I am in front of her looking down. She's screaming, crying and there is blood every where. I tell her it will be alright and she eventually accepts her fate. Bee's start ripping apart her flesh and then I wake up.

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I dreamt burning papers at my home as usual. I went inside the house for a few minutes. When i returned i saw the fire spreading in the nearby hill and in my yard in a few patches. The fire in my yard burnt in different places like someone went placing it and the grass appeared to be very green. While i didn't know how to stop the fire it seemed my neighbours also had the same issue but theirs was small and they managed it but they didn't help me even though they saw me. While standing and watching trying to figure out something, i saw a large group of people walking to the hill with blue t-shirts and jeans to help end the fire. Next to me was a lady from my high school years whom i was just an aquantice she gave me a form to fill telling me that they help people in times of emergencies hence there were people on the hill. While filling this form i saw a certain mother from my church written as the presiding pastor whereas she's not a pastor. I asked and they said she is holding the position temporaly since the pastor is away. In it was a question that said i must write who was in the house, i remember writing my sister, a certain guy that i just know randomly from primary and another also from primary who passed away a long time ago and were never friends with them. Thats where it ended. What does it mean?

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There were these 8 girls. They all were contained to a very small area. They had been like this for ever. Their dad let them out of their room each day to go in an even smaller gated off area. One day they decided to sneak out. I, being one of the girls, could not control my own running. I ran back home just in time to getin bed and lock my room before the dad came home. Somehow, he brought this ridiculously amazing guy in and he slept in a cot next to my bed. The next day, the dad woke us and declared that it was time for a show. A show was when we got in to small costumes and did tricks in a very small fenced of circle. The dad invited all the neighbors. He did this whenever we got in trouble, and during our tricks, he would read everything we had done wrong, starting with our childhood,up to the last offense. He would let the neighbors laugh and mock us, then we watched as he made everything smaller, till we could barely fit. Hen he let the neighbors choose a punishment, which this time happened to be getting chased by a dog, a snake and him chasing us with a whip. We did it all with our hands and feet tied. Then we went back to our rooms and were left untreated for two days until the dad decided to get us.

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I was at home watching TV with my husband when a newsflash came on telling about something coming within a certain time. They would count down for us. My husband wanted to go to the mall to do some shopping, so I drove. It was packed, and my husband took us to one store that had a TV screen with the news anchor-person counting down minutes. Everyone seemed to be trying to keep themselves busy to avoid thinking about the countdown. It was driving me crazy. Everyone I tried to talk to was ignoring me. As the countdown got to ten minutes I couldn't take it any more, so I went running to the front door to get to my car. My husband tried to stop me, but I went anyway. When I got outside it was calm and sunny. I got to my car, opened the door and just as I started it, I saw a bright white flash, felt an immensely hot blast of air and smelled sulphur. As this happened I also slammed on the gas and crashed into a wall. The oddest thing about this dream was the smell. When I awoke after crashing I could still smell the sulphur

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Im out in my town stores and my aunts house at different times of course and every time the lights would go out you would have to grab butter and go under the table. and every time it happened i never made it in time and i would feel extreme pain kinda like the exorcist. and every time i turned my head id see this guy wearing all black staring at me hes face is blurred but its dark and he's mean i can see it in his eyes he just watches me and he gets closer theres more pain. i cant speak or move

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I dreamt that i was late for a ferry and there were two ways to travel to get the ferry and i chose to pass through the town but i left home late and while in the taxi an electricity truck slammed into a wall and caused traffic in front of us, its like i saw that the truck was going to slam into the wall. so everyone jumped out of the taxi and ran away. i ran with them but returned for a plate of food someone left and i started eating it, i was not pleased with the food. i checked the time and realized that i would never make it to the ferry in time so i returned home and decided that i will miss work tomorrow to get the ferry again.

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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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