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The second dream I had during the project was based on my loneliness. I was at a party. I was sitting on the floor with a big group of people, some familiar and some not. My mother is sitting here, as well as Harris, Jon, Darian, Alex, Matt and others. We are playing a game that involves little slips of paper that have important things written on them. When it's someone's turn, s/he chooses another player and kisses him/her on the cheek. Harris is sitting near me, on my left. Darian is on my right. The game had already gone through a lot of people; many players had gotten turns. I had not been picked yet. No one had chosen to kiss me. Some other people had been kissed more than once. I felt left out and unloved. I stood up to leave. Matt was here, sitting on a bed. He said out loud that he loved the music that was playing. It was classical music. He addressed me specifically, telling me that he wanted to listen to this music later when we work in the kitchen together either cleaning or fixing up some food. His statement ticked me off and gave me an excuse to be mad and leave. I walked out of the room, and decided to go to the bathroom. I was in Matt and Alex's house. The bathroom was tucked back at the end of a little hallway that also goes into Alex's bedroom. It was cozy and quiet back here, away from the party. This area had thick carpeting and everything was clean. I saw a hamper in the corner that was like a boxed-in table with a round hole in the top where you stick in the laundry. I just wanted to go sit on the toilet alone in peace.

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.

“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 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.

1. Trying to show my work to my girlfriend . Girlfriend gets groped by the client. I hit him. He starts trying to kill me. I escape and start running along with my girl. I see on buffalo. Then a herd. Then one tries to stab me. I escape. Start running again and i feel a pain in my back and abdomen. I see what it is. Another buffalo just stabbed me with its horn. I wake up holding my stomach panting and gasping. 2. Went to an exhibition where 2 different types of beans are displayed. It is a story that a person had been living only eating those 2. I try the first one which is green in color. Then i try the maroon one. I have a fistful and i see a beetle in the beans. Then i see the whole pile is only beetles. I spit out what i put in my mouth. One came out. Another one started creeping into my throat. I start choking and i woke up panting and gasping.

1. Trying to show my work to my girl friend. Girl friend gets groped by the client. I hit him. He starts trying to kill me. I escape and start running along with my girl. I see on buffalo. Then a herd. Then one tries to stab me. I escape. Start running again and i feel a pain in my back and abdomen. I see what it is. Another buffalo just stabbed me with its horn. I wake up holding my stomach panting and gasping. 2. Went to an exhibition where 2 different types of beans are displayed. It is a story that a person had been living only eating those 2. I try the first one which is green in color. Then i try the maroon one. I have a fistful and i see a beetle in the beans. Then i see the whole pile is only beetles. I spit out what i put in my mouth. One came out. Another one started creeping into my throat. I start choking and i woke up panting and gasping.

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.

I was at my childhood home with my mother who is deceased. We were out in the yard (summer maybe) and she was standing right next to me. We looked out on the yard where a whole bunch of deer were sitting quietly in the yard and not far away from the deer were Tigers also sitting peacefully in the yard. My cat came out of the house and ran down toward the deer w/o attempting to run into the sitting pack. This was enough to startle the deer which then began jumping over a low stone wall separating our property from the neighbors. At this time the Tigers also began gathering with the deer to jump over the wall. There was no attacking of any animals, there was no threat of attack. It was a very peaceful and serene dream.

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