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I was dreaming I went to visit someone in the hospital I haven't seen in a while and didn't like but I went to see them anyway trying to let go of past I looked up there where a few small worms hanging from the ceiling in the hospital room then I looked at the wall iit had peg holes in in and worms were coming out of it big worms all were white ..I started to leave and they stated to fall from ceiling then the wall they began to fall faster I jumped back and was like gross not scared but not wanting them to fall on me as I tried to get out or fall on me as I walked past them ..a man I wasn't familiar with showed up and told me I had to clean up to get rid of them the girl I went to see had disappeared and as I was cleaning them up she showed back up sayings you figured it out and he helped you then a preacher came up preaching talking about his church and I was going to go there ut the man also told me a man in my life two actually were no good for me and I had to let them go for better to come in my life one being my husband the girl came back was negative and didn't like that I figured out what to do ..I told here this really wasn't my fault but I cleaned it up and I stood in the room listening to this preacher I had heard of wt this big church that was getting better and growing the man circled around me not flying but around me saying remember what I said

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I was at my childhood home. It was snowy outside. I was playing with these two brothers who I used to know but who I was never really good friends with. Both of these kids still live back in my hometown and I do not as I went on to college 6 years ago and havent returned home to live since I graduated. I shot one of the kids. He didnt die but I was extremely remorseful and explained that I thought I was living in a fantasy or a dream. He forgave me then later shot me back, with a tack.

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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 haven't had any significant dreams lately..But I just got up from my nap (which lasted way longer than expected!) I was back in my hometown for the summer vacation. I don't remember all the details but my grandfather was telling us to be cautious since people had seen a ghostly bird which was orange or skin coloured. Then all my relatives spoke of a 'full moon phase' someone was alert everyone in the town with sirens when the phase started and we had to light a bunch of incense stick in front of our groups deity. People were to stay inside the house and be cautious. The phase lasted for about 6 hours, the strangest thing was it would start somewhere around 9 o clock in the morning! But then I pointed out that is was daytime and my aunt said 'Oh but it will dark once the phase starts!' She mentioned something about 7 people having died recently and something about 5 more people! I think I woke up after the siren went off and I lighted the incense sticks for my family. I was stressed out and anxious when I woke up! Also, I think I got up for a minute or two (not really woke up but rather caught up in a sleep paralysis!) before this dream started but then somehow I felt I should sleep a little longer, I felt something was still left!

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