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Ok so here we go my dream starts at the golf course and im saying goodbye after a dinner my mom walks me to the garage and puts my clubs in the car and says she has to go get my ring that she left it at the house we drive to a hotel like place and then drive home at the house i debate putting on my white dress but it turns black when i look away i sit down on my bed and this dream is so vivid and i put on my lace top and lace shorts and skirt but change out to go help my mom she is clearing the yard and setting up chairs and i see my Mock trial instrutior park her car and panting walks up our long drive way my mother hands me her ring (engagement) and it doesnt fit right and soon my best friend walks up we get in her car and she is saying how well Alex (my 4 year older friend who is headed to college) did in his hockey finals and how she hopes his lateness.....(i forget) anyway we walk into a Synoguge which is weird cuz we are Atheist and no no jewish people but it could also be our UU church we wait in to lobby and i am in a yellow white strapless dress and all my friends are in purple (my boyfriend s fav color) then....(i woke up) i went back to sleep and saw after at our reception in the school i just left i am in a pink dress sitting down drinking some tea and i can tell im smileing and people keep hugging me (then i woke up and had to get ready)

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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 was with a guy and we were running from some random people and when we finally got to a safe place. We were laying down and he looked into my eyes and i told him to kiss me and he did. He was on top of me and right before we decided to have sex but before he went inside he changed his mind and put his knee in front to stop himself but somehow i still felt the pain because i was a virgin but it still felt as though he went in for the first time the pain was so vivid it woke me out of my sleep. What does this mean?

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I was back in my home town and I was driving my grandmother and aunt who are BOTH deceased around in a car. Kinda like that weird Sopranos episode. Also, earlier that day my cousin who has turned his back on our family years ago was at the house where we all gathered for a family function, just like he use to when he was a part of the family. And he looked like he looked when he was a part of the family, which is a different than what he looks like now. This dream was VERY vivid and it felt so real. Usually I can tell when I'm dreaming. Not this time. My family is very close knit and we usually get together for the holidays and that's what this one day with my aunt, grandmother and cousin felt like.

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