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I dreamt of a child that had an enlarged left yellow eye. it was me . there was a scene from like a mediaeval time when as child i was odd h ad a swollen eye was taken from my mother and strung up for 8 days and then she came to take me down - not sure whether I survived or not. then I dreamed of someone coming to tell me that my ex husband was having an affair in 1972 with the woman he is now with, although i don't think he knew her then. c1972 was when we first met. when this person told me I through milk down a glass or very light stair case in anger

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Sofia me aline Were going through obstacles And in the scirne stairs With a window open We looked out and There was a mirror Sofia= emma aline= ana Me=me I saw gillis and he had this glass filled with something about 1/3 And he said he'd be right back. So he took to long and a came across timur He said hes there So i enter the room And i was getting closer to gillis all flirty and all and he was smiling And i was about to kiss him unitl sofia= emma and emma= sofia So sofia and emma come in and then they watch this thing on the phone and there all laughing But i cant see then they go away And i get close to him again And timur bursts in And im just like staying there listening to their conversation not really But i got bored and i woke up

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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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My dream last night was placed in a room where there was one wall of the room was glass. Jennifer and I were inside of the room talking about something and she looked over into the glass room. When I looked over I noticed that Brian was in the room. But for some reason I could only see his feet and a little bit of his legs. He was wearing blue sweatpants and tennis shoes that were red-ish orange and black. I asked her what he was doing and she nonchalantly said, “Oh he is talking to your mom about the twins. He is making a decision because she told him that she is going to have to give them up if we don’t take them.” I looked back over to Brian and now I could see his face and somehow hear what he was saying. “I don’t think we can. I don’t know what we can do….” Then I couldn’t hear Brian anymore and went back to talking to Jen.

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I “awaken” in a place I do not recall ever being in. I'm in a tall building most likely in New York City, looking out of giant glass windows. A huge hurricane storm is blowing through, churning up all sorts of debris into the air. Trees are coming out of the ground, rocks are flying and breaking windows. Huge blocks of land and straw and roofs are flying past the window. It looked like a scene from Hurricane Katrina. I was terrified and alone. Some debris flew straight into the window I was near and broke it. A gust of wind pulled me out of the window and I fell to the ground.

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