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My morning cough medicine induced Dream. I am off to go and buy something, i can not remember what, and Jerry asks me to return a microwave to Family Dollar. it right down the street so I say yes. I walk in to the Family Dollar and they are happy to take it back but they are out of cash and need the receipt. I reach in my pocket and pull out a ton of receipts but can't find the one I need. i reach back in my pocket and finally find it. the chatty salesgirl is processing the order and i am looking around the store. someone drops all of this money and i start picking it up for them but there is more and more money. i finally get it all and they leave but i end up with a dollar. the sales girl finally finishes the return and i am off as a different sales lady with big blonde hair and tight white pants is carrying the microwave to a storage shed behind the store and yelling something to me about the water hose. I am off on my errand to purchase what I can't remember and on the way back pass a small house where Karen Etter lives and I yell hello to her on the way past and she yells hello back. then suddenly I am walking through these very elaborate hallway following a guy and 2 girls. We suddenly come upon a large swimming pool where there is a Drag Aquacade going on with tons of drag queens in big hair and sequin bathing suits swimming and lip sinking in the pool. the show is being hosted by David Angerer who has his hair back and is sitting in a large green life guard chair i try to get his attention but he is to busy being fabulous. I continue through the crowd and back into the hallways following the guy and 2 girls we come to spot where we can go either right or left the cute guy goes left and I the girls go right I of course choose to follow the cute guy duh! we pass these doors looking into a ballroom decorated sumptuously with small fire pit centerpieces. I look down and I am now carrying my purchase and a couple of professional cameras. i finally get to the lobby where is see Chuck Scalise dressed n an elaborate Cheshire Cat costume and Brandon Schwabenbauer dressed in and elaborate Tweedledum costume they both have handsome escorts similarly dressed and tell me they are going to a ball. I tell them I saw the room and it looks amazing. I continue out of the hotel and walk to where I am staying and it's the Belagio I enter the hotel and make my way to the elevators, None of this looks like the real Belagio as I have only been there once. i get to the elevators and there are only 2. I am staying in room 738 so I have to get on the elevator on left. I enter a very rickety elevator with this girl who is fighting with her mother on her phone. the elevator does not meet the floor and you have to crawl in. we press the buttons and the elevator tries to lift but doesn't. then it starts to lean to my side, of course, so we both move to the middle. it still tries to lift and through a plastic panel on the front of the elevator a latin attendant is yelling at us trying to tell us what to do but we can't here her. My claustrophobia is starting to set in and I think I am going to lose it when I wake up.

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Me and a celebrity called Harry Styles are lunching in the cafeteria of a school. The celebrity and I are dating. Everyone is eating except for me and than out of the sudden this boy I don't know looks at me as if he is going to kill me. This boy has dark-blond hair. Next to this boy is someone I do know.. This someone is also a boy who molested me 4 years ago. He too is looking at me as if he is going to kill me. I tell my boyfriend (Harry Styles) about the molestation. He gets angry and walks away. I follow him, but eventually lose him in some sort of crowed of school kids. While I am loosing my boyfriend (Harry Styles) I hear his thoughts go "I should not walk so slow she (me) can't keep up with me." Than I walk in a classroom looking for my boyfriend (Harry Styles) when I see my old maths tutor. I am lost and still looking for my boyfriend (Harry styles) everyone is making maths sums. At this point the first boy I described walks in the classroom. I admittedly feel intimidating by him. I grab a pointy twig that is standing next to a fishbowl. I walk up to him and he shows my his twig who has a pointier point. This is when I get scared. In a flash back I learn why the boys are trying to kill me. They were both send to a camp for children with problems, the camp was terrible. The flashback showed me dirty places and dirty food they had to eat. I now understood that I was the reason that the second boy who molested me was send there. I reported the molestation to the police and he was send there. I somehow manage to escape from him leaving my old maths tutor alone with him. I am now still looking for my boyfriend (Harry Styles), but I still can't find him. I walk down the stairs into a dark area. The place is completely filled with lockers and there is a door that leads to another classroom. The light goes on and a blind that covers the doors window rolls upwards. I now see the second boy. He has black colored hair, he also has a dark skin tone. The boy opens the door and walks towards me with something that looks like an knife. And than it looks like he is stabbing me, but everything gets dark and I wake up.

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Laurence: 7-10 most others: About 20 I can't remember much of the first half, so I'll just give you as much as I remember. So there was a girl named laurence, and she didn't know that was her true name yet. (The part of this dream that really bugged me out was the ending, considering it was nightmarish and the rest of the dream was pretty non-nightmarish. But I would like some interpretation on the rest.) Laurence, as we call her now, lived a very normal life from what I can remember, until she went to a building where there were these showers, except they looking really strange... Kind of like a 2pz orbital. So she went there, and met a lot of people, and then there was a giant party. So it was a giant sunny field, and in the middle of it the people Laurence met were standing on the ground next to the deck. There was a bit of music and they were really excited about something. So on the count of three they were all going to jump in the air, except one of them, an African American woman who was quite well endowed, lifted up her shirt to reveal her bra. (I can't remember much here, so I'll skip ahead.) They're now all at a store that's near my dads house, sitting down. This is where it starts to get weird. So the African American woman suddenly is sick, or injured, or something of that nature, and a very pudgy woman shakes her head and says, "Fran, she just had to lift her shirt up." And there's a flash back of the house, except this time when Fran lifts her shirt, her skin underneath starts to rot. Being brought back from the flash back, they're now in the middle of a road. We learn that Laurence thinks her name is Pheobe. So they're on this street, and suddenly this guy comes out of nowhere. (I thought I should tell you that right now I feel like they should be on a ski hill, but I don't remember anything about a ski hill.) He's about fifty, and he has a small dark brown puppy behind him. The puppy turns into a little girl. (Fran is dead, by the way...) she walks over to the pudgy woman and Hugs her legs from behind. They all forget about her and she stays there. So the man starts to talk, and this is another place where everything is fuzzy. I'll give you a summary of pretty much everything I can. So they meet the man again, Pheobe learNs her name is Laurence, and her last name, but I can't remember what it was. they appear at a place with hoses and sprinklers, and then they're back somewhere else. They man shows up many more times, giving Laurence many things to think about and advice, and I think he acts horribly to her a few times, and says things that confuse her. Her says he is her dad, and then I can't remember much after that. I'll just get to the ending now, because it's the strangest part. So Laurence is suddenly at the top of the stairs of what appears to be a shop of some sort, and she is wearing old time clothing, from around 1800. Everything is that way. As she goes down the stairs she says, "Oh great, ____, because of you we're at the house of that horrible old man." When she walks down the stairs, she gasps, because sure enough, he is there. Except... Now instead of being frightened or sad, or even angry, she feels trust. She sees him walking around the room in a peculiar way, and follows him. They walk behind a table, and he starts to mumble something to her that she can't here. After walking around the room, she has asked countless times what he is saying, he finally just points up the stairs, Shoves his face in front of hers, and screams something. Just underneath his chin, subtitles appear that say "SatanSatan" without any spaces. What he actually said was "SATAN CHILD, SATAN!". She hears footsteps from the stairs and imagines Satan with the little girl by his side, the one had turned into a puppy. (Throughout the dream, Laurence had turned into a blonde puppy, And sometimes I would be watching the dream as though she had pushed me down, and I saw Laurence puppy as though it were a kaleidoscope.) She never actually sees this man referred to as "Satan", Only imagines him, although he knows the little girl would be standing next to him. She hides under a chair, and that's when I woke up. I usually have dreams like this, my dreams are rarely about me and if they are I am altered in some way. Usually physically, such as in some dreams I am older, (About 15-17, although my real age is 12) In some dreams I have black hair, in some I have animal ears or am stronger, and recently, if I actually end up sleeping through the night, it will be an intense nightmare. I had two of these, I'll add links to them when I write them. As a question. Thanks in advance to anyone who answers, and I apologize for this being so long and I'm sorry if I left out anything important. 14 hours ago - 3 days left to answer.

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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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A soap star kidnaps a blonde hair little boy which some how I get caught up in,we end up running down a tight ally way houses with open windows on 1 side & a chicken wire fence on the other as we run we have to slam the windows shut,we end up in a house that's got a cat in the women owner is talking to the soap star in the kitchen & I'm left with the little boy.the cat keeps swiping at the child's head which I have to stop.then at 12.20am i get a message from my husband which I'm unable to read because of the cat,then moments later I get a video call from my husband who's driving an articulated lorry saying " it's 12.22am why didn't you show up at chessington cresant"then he see me on the video call and says "oh there you are my baby then repeatedly bang his head off the windscreen blood every where

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