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I was in college at Full Sail college in Florida, and was working at a cafe on the campus. My ex boyfriend all the way back from highschool, Daron, came in. I didn't know that it was him. He got breakfast, and I walked over to his table to give him his food. As I was setting the plate of eggs and bacon on the table, he glanced at the ring on my finger that was of my name. "Your name is Sarina?" he asked. "Yes, why?" I asked. He stared at me for a moment. And then he asked "What's your last name?" I looked at him confused and I said, "Humbert. Why?" His eyes got really big and his jaw dropped. "Sarina Humbert, like the Sarina I dated back in highschool?" He asked. "I don't know you, I only moved here to go to college, I think you have me confused with someone else." I said, kind of freaked out. "No, I'm Daron. Daron Arnold!" He said, expectingly. Then my jaw dropped because I realized he really did know who I was. "I have to get to class. But, could we meet up here at the Cafe after classes are over? I'd like to hang out with you and catch up!" he said. "Uh.. okay, sure." I said. So when our classes were over, we met up at the Cafe again. "You look really pretty." He said while smiling. "Thank you! You uh.. look pretty good yourself!" I said while blushing. Then we left and went for a walk on the beach nearby. We talked about our lives, and important things that have happened to us since we had last talked to eachother. We really seemed to hit it off. It was getting dark because the sun was setting. He stopped walking and turned to face me, looking into my eyes. "I want to tell you something." He said. "Okay?" I said, confused. "When all of that happened a few years ago... I didn't want to break up with you. I was 18 and you were only 15. I felt uncomfortable." He said. "I understand that..." I said, feeling confused. "I have missed you since we stopped talking. And it's ironic that after all this time here we are at the same college. This may sound crazy but I want to try again." He said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I want you to be my girlfriend again. I think we can make it work." He said. I smiled, thinking that this couldn't be happening. I missed him too. I looked up at him, and began to speak but he cut me off by kissing me on the lips. And after all that time, we were back together again. Then I woke up.

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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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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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We're driving on a bus And i see this light like the sun And i see like theres black smoke coming out and when its far enough i can see that theres meteorites And i hold emily saying stay stoll but she sill doesnt know whats going on And when the meteor hits The bus jumps up and stops but then it starts again. I go to the back of the bus And look at the clouds which are touching the ground in a twisty motion and i know it could build a tornado. And i start worrying sayin noo noo And then we are heading to vevey And im telling. Everyone what i saw the black smoke an then a bunch of rocks just coming in But the rocks were huge I thought they were supposed to melt and turn little but it stayed the same size. When i got out of the bus I said to tom Something with the word flower but i said it weirdly and then he asked me to say it again But i didnt until he started annoying me and i said it but correctly and he was like aww :( Because i didnt say it the same way And then alex jackson and bryce were behind Me and sofia i think emily was there and we were walking to this hotel. And we got to the subject of ghost i forgot how but yeah And bryce asks me "wait andrea, have you had any experiences with ghost." And i say " yeah i have" And then jackson comes a little bit forward towards us And says " really, tell me at least 2 things that has happened to you." But i didnt say anything And sofia says. " if you say something, he'll wont believe it anyway." And i nodded And woke up

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