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I continue to have a recurrent dream of my whole family together, mother and father(who are both deceased), all of my siblings, nieces and nephews and we are in a beach house. It is a huge, amazing beach house and I give all my family the beautiful big rooms because I want to sleep outside by the water. The dream was the same last night except it was raining, my father and mother were sick as they were before they passed, they were trying to give me money and felt that they hadn't done enough to provide. The dreams themselves are very calm, not stressed, I am at peace although, I am sad that both parents are sick, I want to care for them, as I did before they died.

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There is a guy I know, a friend. he is the brother of a friend of mine. I was accompanying him to his new house and people told me that he was getting married but no one wanted to tell me who it was. So we went near a lake where a boat was waiting for the couple. His sister jumped into the boat and he told me to jump in as well. I was chocked because we are not that close but he helped me jump in and he sat next to me in the place reserved to the married couple. so the boat was on his way and it stationed to a city or village. As we exit the boat we saw a beautiful house-apartment with a green, neat garden next. He gave me the keys of the house and told me I have the Honor to open it for him. We walked to the door, and I was so astonished and happy about how beautiful and calm everything was there. When we arrived at the door, I opened it and I felt a pair of hands on my hips. I turned and the guy looked at me with loving eyes (what?) and gave a hug so tight, caring and real I felt it. He was smiling and held my hand still looking at me lovingly. And it felt like there is lot he wanted to say. I was chocked. and then his sister and the other people told me:”You are the bride”. Then we entered the house me and my “husband”.

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Devil shows up. He is working with 75 demons. He wants my help to be stronger and in return he will give me anything I want. I ask for the kids to have everything they need including money for college and money for things they want. Clothes and all. Then God comes to me and asks me if this is what I really want. I explain to him no this isn't what I want. He stays with me an protects me. Lets me escape out of the whole ordeal. He tells me to go and take care of my kids. I will struggle but I will succeed. I will succeed.

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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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