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I dream (in London, I am sure it was) of many glass buildings. They were very modern and beautiful. Some were where people lived and some were offices. It's interesting in the last dream circle I dreamt of a glass green house for Celtic, but this was entirely different! In the top of these modern cube glass buildings, the top floor (like a real floor at the top), they invented or found something amazing. They filled it with water and somehow with technology it brought amazing cooling to the buildings. There was a whole series of these glass cubes with the water in the top floor portion, like a tank. I notice in one of the buildings they actually had fish in the tank! somehow the fish did not die or overheat in the top! The sun would literally shine on it from above but it was an amazing invention. From the outside you could see in the glass and the tanks looked amazing! water suspended at the top! After this I felt I was waking up and was trying to decipher the dream to answer your question. my intuition or a voice said the theme was "innovative". This was an innovative discovery! I think my dream was influenced by local topical things to me. first of all the dream was about an amazing new cooling method for modern buildings, interesting during the very hot period we have had in London. Also in London many glass buildings are suddenly going up. I feel very negative to them, they are ugly and soul less. Historical buildings are being demolished for something which makes no impression. However the buildings in my dream were beautiful and fitted in well! I was at my mothers home. Though the home looked nothing like her home or any home I had ever been in before. It was nighttime, and my sister and I were going to go somewhere together. We opened the door of moms home, and walked down a few wooden steps to the wooden deck that overlooked mom's large parking area. My nieces was getting into a car with some other kids some other kids getting ready to go somewhere at the same time my sister and I were getting into her car. That's when I noticed a very dear friend of the family walking up the driveway with her two young boys. Excitedly I jumped out of the car to greet them. I walked with them into mom's house with the boys close behind me, to let mom know they are here. Mom was visiting with guests who were staying at her house. When I walked back into the home, and had to move 3 bicycles out of the way so the boys and their mom could come in. These bikes were not there when I walked out, but this did not seem unusual. then later, the dream shifted... At the shift, my sister, mom and I were walking around the upstairs of her house (again not a home that I recognize). We walked into one bedroom and found some people that were filming a game show that involved well known actors/actresses. John Travolta was there with headphones on, so he could not hear the answers to the questions given. His 'partner' in the game was regular person, someone who was not famous was being given the questions. After the questions were given and while John Travolta still had his headphones on, they brought in the opposing team in the contest. One was a very famous attractive African American woman, whom I recognize but who's name I don't recall and her female partner. We left as they were about to begin the game show. We walked outside were we saw some friends. They had little piggies with them. We leaned over the ledge and ask them about the piggies. Mom and my sister went down to check them out. All of a sudden, I have my baby daughter with me, she looks to be about 18 months old. I try to take her down to see the piggies, but she refuses when she sees the mud. So, I yell down to Mom and sister telling them this. The man who brought the piggies picks up the smallest one and brought it up to show to my young daughter. Then, mom, sister, baby and I and go back into the mom's house. Cash my daughters real life dog who is deceased now came to greet us. My baby daughter is gone from the dream and Cash the dog is so tired. We help him up onto a bed to go to sleep then we turn out the light and walk away. All of a sudden, I am sitting somewhere on some porch steps or on a chair, and it's still dark outside. I'm holding a frog on my lap in open hands allowing the frog to jump away. The frog did just that, it jumped right out of my hands, it's long back legs pointing back at me as it went."

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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 in London, where there are a number of glass buildings. They were very modern and beautiful. Some were where people lived and some were offices. On the top floor of these modern cube glass buildings, was invented or found something amazing. They filled it with water and somehow with new technology, it brought amazing cooling to the buildings. There was a whole series of these glass cubes with the water in the top floor portion, like a tank. I notice in one of the buildings they actually had fish in the tank! Somehow the fish did not die or overheat in the top! The sun would literally shine on it from above. It was an amazing invention. From the outside you could see in the glass and the tanks looked amazing! water suspended at the top.

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