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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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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.

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I had a few dreams last night. the two that stuck out the most seemed to have something to show me. what it is i have on idea. i was in a small boat with tow other people. i felt as if i knew these two every well. i asked to stop at a small stream connecting to the one we were on. i said i want to look around for something. what it was i was looking for i have no idea. i came across a vain of gold not to far from the boat. i looked to my right and there were two grizzly bears who were watching me. i heard a voice call to me "Be careful for the bears will protect what is rightfully theirs. i looked at the ground were the gold was, and said to my self this cant be what they are protecting. i told my self i should grab the gold and head black to the boat. i knelt down and tore from the river a sold chunk of gold. i looked to the bears how were now running at me, and i turned to run to the boat. i knew i would make it to the boat, but before i got to there i turned back and throw the gold into the stream. i continued to run. not long after i could see the boat. when i got to it i throw my self into it and yield at the two guys i was with " Go go go! we traveled down the rive for a few seconds before the stream trued into a rode. were we meant a swarm of bees of some sort. i don't recall it they were stinging me or not, but the two men i was with were being stung. the rest i don't remember. i woke up and few back to sleep. In this new dream i was sitting in my room with my parents. we were talking about something i don't recall what it was. after we were done talking they left the room. i went to lie down but before i could a black cat with long legs and a head the size of a softball came into my room. it had eye that could see start throw you. the color i remember vary well. it was a fiery green. i scared the cat out of my room and went into my bed. within just a few mints the cat came back into my room. it jumped into my bed and put its head out for me to pet it. i put my hand out and as soon as i did it pushed its head to my hand. i don't understand what was happening to me. my body began to curl into the feudal position and my hart began to beat louder and faster. i did not want it to continue so i tried to push the cat away but my limes would not respond. if felt as the cat was draining me. because of this felling i was able to come p with Strength i did not know i had and push the cat away with my leg and pull my arm away. i don't know were the strength came from but i vary thank full for it. as soon as the cat and i ware no longer connected i wake up. i was in the feudal position and my hart was bounding. my hand was tingling few seconds and it slowly whet away after i garbed my cross that was gin to me by my aunt how passed away.

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