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I dream of travelling suddenly i found that I board a something but realized it was a travelling bus. I sat down and realized the person sitting in my from is my friend. I raised the issue a business proposal that we discussed before with him. I told him I have discussed with my Chinese friend about the business. When we get to our destination me and friend get out of the bus I was hold my bag and my passport in my pocket but he was running away from me. I shouted and asked him if he did not have interest on the business matter again

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Me and 2 other girls were good and we had to travel back home but we didnt know it was a bad night so on the way home we had to run and hide in this persons house and the person was a good person and apparently other ppl decided to hide there too and then for some reason someone opened the window (i think to check to see if everything was alright by then) and then these black things flew in through the window and we struggled to close the window but it was too late cuz some were already in and it was rly scary and i remember they were asking us questions and i think was like rly afraid of getting raped or something and then i remembered that i had another dream like this one they put 2 chairs outside the building and only the two that pronounced their faith in Christ were saved they told me to set the table for 14 but for some reason i couldnt count and set it for 8 and then added 4 more so it ended up being for 12 and then i woke up but i remember in the other dream there were less than 14 they made us all sit down and then 2 of us were made to go outside (to eat alone outside during dinner) i wasnt present while the demons ate dinner with the other ppl but i know that later on i was horrified because the demons ate all the people and it was rly gruesome and stuff and the only reason me and the other person were saved was because we believed in Christ so they couldnt touch us

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I dream of travelling suddenly i found that I board a something but realized it was a travelling bus. I sat down and realized the person sitting in my from is my friend. I raised the issue a business proposal that we discussed before with him. I told him I have discussed with my Chinese friend about the business. When we get to our destination me and friend get out of the bus but he was running away from me. I shouted and asked him if he did not have interest on the business matter again

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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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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.

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