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I was in a nice 4 door pickup truck and was driving around manassas close to osbourne or somewhere by a school (I kinda recognized where we was it looked familiar but different) and somehow H was in the truck too. I stopped at mcdonalds and a white dude who knew me came up and was hugging me and we were talking. H was still in the truck, but eventually came out as soon as he asked me for my number as we were walking back to his car. H was standing there gritting on us while I bought a quick $50 bag from him and he said he was headed for kentucky but he took my number and said he would call me tomorrow and would gladly come back for me (I think he liked me!) so of course H is cussing me out in the truck as I was driving him somewhere (probably my apartment in the dream). I got pissed, pulled off the road at some store and told him you know what if you dont like it GTFO I was screaming at him...i drove into some gate with a dark road down it but something said turn around and leave and right as I did I saw a cop running towards the gate and the gate had closed as soon as I pulled outta there (whole time I had my 50 bag in my left hand in the door pocket LOL) so I turned around just to drive past H to see what he was doing- he was standing at a church with a baby in his hands and I yelled to him whos baby is that and he said Paul's...then he was calling for some girl stephanie to come help him....so since I saw he had people to help him I left...sparked up my bag and was headed towards home and woke up. There was also some small part where I was in an apartment and carlos and one of his friends were there but no C in sight...IDK what was up with that???

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My dream: BBQ on a forested mountain, hanging around, tents up, great food and friends. A sudden hush falls through the crowd, with a dozen people now staring at the sunset. One of the girls begins to countdown, from 20, everyone else chimes in. We get louder and louder and all other sounds fad to a low buzzing. I move away from everyone to get a non-forested view of the days end. The next second after the world goes black I yell out to everyone to get up high. Remembering that height will effect the angle you can see the sun, so everyone gets on top of the cars, then stands up. We see the sun rush back up to reset for another sunset. As the sun becomes distorted black spots fill in the right side of the yellow and orange, growing till the sun is crescent. Everyone freaks out. Running from who knows running to nowhere, for this was inescapable. I don't run, instead I stand straight and tall. I stare even more into the sky. The sun rotates in crescent form becoming black as all, then far to bright, and it was getting larger, even changing color to a deep red. It's brightness waned and its size grew I could see flares, ripples, holes in the sun.I begin to float. It rotates more becoming a crescent then total black. I waited for several minutes. Nothing. Absolute black. Blinding light fills my vision once again, with a hole in the sun to the left now. As my eyes adjust I see not a hole but a planet in the sky. It was blue and textured, then it was earth. I was seeing earth forming an eclipse of the giant red sun. The ground at my feet was getting hot and the couch needed more insulation, I gather more pillows as the ground become red and perched atop them. I had no escape. As the earth fully eclipsed the sun I got a message on my iPhone. I reach for my pocket to find an app newly added. I open it to find something called "the innocent slider". I tap it. The eclipse fully takes over the sky and I am pulled through the hole as I see a slider for a number between one and a hundred. I slide to a hundred confused as the hell is happening. My nose widens. Several more sliders, all with the same numbers, but no clue what they will change. I slide them to random numbers to get to the next page, knowing that i had not much time. Everything about me is molded, I feel so different. The next slider is blue square on one side and a pink triangle on the other. It is set to the blue side I slide it quickly to the other for I sense a time limit quickly approaching. Now I'm female. The hell, I think. Next two sliders give a list of symbols which all look like ancient civilizations. I see a symbol for Aztec, Navajo, Egyptian, Indian, Chinese and something else, several others I didn't recognize. I slide it to Iroquois. I could feel my body changing. I was naked now. The timeline was almost up. I needed to go. The eclipse passed over me, I fell into blackness. . . . I then awoke. Confused that I knew English, that I was male, and then realized it was a dream.

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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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