I dreamt that my brother and I were visiting my dad. The two of us left the house and headed up a small hill to an old barn at the top of the hill. It was gloomy and stormy out. We walked through the doors and were standing on bails of hay. As we looked over the bails of hay, there were a hunch of baby pigs with glowing red eyes. They were evil and charged up the hay to bite at us but we stabbed them with pieces of straw.
Everybody has turned into zombies and I'm running away from them terrified, and I'm hiding behind doors
I saw to people a man and woman having a coffee at a small table outdoors near a big river.i wanted to walk around a wall around the river to meet the man i love.i carried 5 cigarettes with me and asked the couple to look after them until i got back because i didnt want them to get wet.
“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.
This dream begins in a scary old house that’s dark and is falling apart. In this house there is spine-chilling spirits. I also I can hear voices saying “There is no way out” and I begin screaming and then I hear laughing coming from a dark hallway. So I decide to walk towards the hallway opening doors on the way. These doors had their own unique and creepy surprises. Then I feel a chill run down my spine and the room begins to feel cold. That’s when I sense someone’s presence and I stop. The weird thing is I can feel the evilness in the room. Then out from the shadows appears an old woman, and I remember everything about her appearance, voice, and behavior, but I don't ever remember seeing her. I could even draw her exactly and get a splitting image of her. After she is looks into my soul, she fades. Then I just wandered around this house trying to get out. Then I see a door open and I begin running but I can’t run fast enough, and it slams shut. No way out except to wake up from this terror.
In this dream my sister friend and I was walking around the neighborhood we heard a lot of gun shots and someone said somewhere that they were robbing people of there unemployment checks so we kept on walking on our way the I looked over and noticed a white chain that was there to stop people from entering through that section of that certain path and then I looked again it was down maybe someone took it down some how.as we began to walk on we walk by house that houses that had there doors open and I seen people in the bed sleeping with no notice of any thing around them at all they were unaware of their surrounding. thought were they care free? or just blind to the fact of what kind of world we live in? so my friend and I went on to a stor I love to go to the owner of the store is a very good friend of mine so we stopped in to see here I bought something from her and she gave me a twenty dollar bill and three one dollar bills folded back in my hand and said share this with your friend I said I will thank you and happy mothers day she said back merry Christmas and happy mothers day. then we hugged each other and kiss and then another one of her lady relatives came out and she said merry Christmas and happy mothers day and we hugged and kissed and we went on our way.
I dreamt I was being chased by someone and I ran. I was running so fast that I had to mistakenly fall in a pond of dirty water. However, there was a fence just above the pond and I managed to hold to the fence and rescue myself from drowning because I do not know how to swim. I then managed to get out of the water but the person was still chasing even when I got home, she was still coming for me. I tried to lock the doors but the doors would not close and even the curtains on the windows were so transparent that I could not hide from being seen by someone outside the door. Weird dream I think.
So it starts out that I am back at an old childhood babysiters house and I am siting in the deep end of her pool. Then all of a suddin my misteral cycle starts and blood comes flooding out from me. Next everyone looks at me and gasped. So I get so imbarist that I get up and run back into the house where some old fat guy in a wight cote takes my hand and pulls me aside into a small room behind closed doors. Then he takes out a small metal rod and pokes it though my skin where a small stream of blood leaks down my knee. But it hurts so I get sacared and jump out the window on to the street. As he calls out to me "Hey come back I need/ want your blood"! So than I run as he chase me around the naborhood tell finaly I clime up a fence and jump down in frount of a bus stop where I hop on the bus out of a panic. So as Im on the bus I see this poor family who are filthy and coverd in trash. I feel sorry for them and I pull 20 bucks from my pocet and give it to them. Next I return to my state of panic becuse some how I know that the guy will be wateing for me at the next stop, so I pull the buzzer and get off with a croud of other pepole. At this time I feel relived becuse I belive I lost him. So than I fallow the croud of pepole to this railrode track where I start to walk along side it and see a light down where Im heading. Thats pritty much it.
Adult son is young again, traveling with me in a middle estern country. we are at a bazaar that is extremely crowed and I lose my son, he wanders off after a small dog. I begin to frantically search for him and run into a co-worker of my husbands' who tells me she will stay put and make sure my son doesn't go out that way. I prceed to searc and people are looking at me like they don't care and won't help me. I keep trying to expalin in english that my son is missing and has anyone seen a young boy; I ask about the small dog and finally a man says that there are doors without keys. I turn and see 3 doors, kick one in and see my son lying on a cot, passed out, with vomit all over him. I reach out and grab some tubing that is beside him and really pause to think if I should take this, I do and then scoop up my son and run away.
People around me were coughing up blood and i was with my mum and wanted to keep her and myself safe, everybody started turning into zombies and eventually i did, i ran but everybody was running down lots and lots of stairs and all getting caught up. there was someone drawing a picture of a helicopter crashing and falling through the sky and everbody was queing to use toilets which were little oven type doors in the wall.
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