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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.

Leaving family going to different one once sleeping have a night mare in it have clock on chest and shouting out no with head mistress in room

Dreamed of old boyfriend who tries to kill me and cows eating dead bodies and friend shooting herself in the crotch with a bb gun. horrible nightmare. i tried to choke my boyfriend but his neck got musclar and veiny and i couldnt.

I dreamt about france b master mason not anglo living off a delusional mans worst nightmare

My second dream that i recall is when i was in a cave fighting one of my friends that turned into a giant spider looking monster he was half human half spider his upper body was the human part and the lower part of his body was the spider part he had an eye patch on his left eye and carried a handgun in his right hand he had his military gear on and stood about 20 feet tall in the air we were about to duel in the dark cave the only weapon i had was a katana sword that was extremely old and flimsy the match began and he started firing bullets at me i failed to dodge one of them and felt the bullet go through my heart i felt like i was about to die at that moment i suddenly woke up from one of my worst nightmares

Laurence: 7-10 most others: About 20 I can't remember much of the first half, so I'll just give you as much as I remember. So there was a girl named laurence, and she didn't know that was her true name yet. (The part of this dream that really bugged me out was the ending, considering it was nightmarish and the rest of the dream was pretty non-nightmarish. But I would like some interpretation on the rest.) Laurence, as we call her now, lived a very normal life from what I can remember, until she went to a building where there were these showers, except they looking really strange... Kind of like a 2pz orbital. So she went there, and met a lot of people, and then there was a giant party. So it was a giant sunny field, and in the middle of it the people Laurence met were standing on the ground next to the deck. There was a bit of music and they were really excited about something. So on the count of three they were all going to jump in the air, except one of them, an African American woman who was quite well endowed, lifted up her shirt to reveal her bra. (I can't remember much here, so I'll skip ahead.) They're now all at a store that's near my dads house, sitting down. This is where it starts to get weird. So the African American woman suddenly is sick, or injured, or something of that nature, and a very pudgy woman shakes her head and says, "Fran, she just had to lift her shirt up." And there's a flash back of the house, except this time when Fran lifts her shirt, her skin underneath starts to rot. Being brought back from the flash back, they're now in the middle of a road. We learn that Laurence thinks her name is Pheobe. So they're on this street, and suddenly this guy comes out of nowhere. (I thought I should tell you that right now I feel like they should be on a ski hill, but I don't remember anything about a ski hill.) He's about fifty, and he has a small dark brown puppy behind him. The puppy turns into a little girl. (Fran is dead, by the way...) she walks over to the pudgy woman and Hugs her legs from behind. They all forget about her and she stays there. So the man starts to talk, and this is another place where everything is fuzzy. I'll give you a summary of pretty much everything I can. So they meet the man again, Pheobe learNs her name is Laurence, and her last name, but I can't remember what it was. they appear at a place with hoses and sprinklers, and then they're back somewhere else. They man shows up many more times, giving Laurence many things to think about and advice, and I think he acts horribly to her a few times, and says things that confuse her. Her says he is her dad, and then I can't remember much after that. I'll just get to the ending now, because it's the strangest part. So Laurence is suddenly at the top of the stairs of what appears to be a shop of some sort, and she is wearing old time clothing, from around 1800. Everything is that way. As she goes down the stairs she says, "Oh great, ____, because of you we're at the house of that horrible old man." When she walks down the stairs, she gasps, because sure enough, he is there. Except... Now instead of being frightened or sad, or even angry, she feels trust. She sees him walking around the room in a peculiar way, and follows him. They walk behind a table, and he starts to mumble something to her that she can't here. After walking around the room, she has asked countless times what he is saying, he finally just points up the stairs, Shoves his face in front of hers, and screams something. Just underneath his chin, subtitles appear that say "SatanSatan" without any spaces. What he actually said was "SATAN CHILD, SATAN!". She hears footsteps from the stairs and imagines Satan with the little girl by his side, the one had turned into a puppy. (Throughout the dream, Laurence had turned into a blonde puppy, And sometimes I would be watching the dream as though she had pushed me down, and I saw Laurence puppy as though it were a kaleidoscope.) She never actually sees this man referred to as "Satan", Only imagines him, although he knows the little girl would be standing next to him. She hides under a chair, and that's when I woke up. I usually have dreams like this, my dreams are rarely about me and if they are I am altered in some way. Usually physically, such as in some dreams I am older, (About 15-17, although my real age is 12) In some dreams I have black hair, in some I have animal ears or am stronger, and recently, if I actually end up sleeping through the night, it will be an intense nightmare. I had two of these, I'll add links to them when I write them. As a question. Thanks in advance to anyone who answers, and I apologize for this being so long and I'm sorry if I left out anything important. 14 hours ago - 3 days left to answer.

My wedding is a nightmare everything that could go wrong does.

I woke up from a nightmare and ran down stairs into my mother's room. she was in her bed. i went up to her and tried to tell her my nightmare so i could go back to sleep without that on my mind. she still slept but it looked like she wasn't breathing so i flipped her over. her eyes and mouth were sewn shut. so i ran to my brother's room. i yelled up the stairs to make sure he was up there and not at work. he called back saying he was but all the lights were off. i figured he was sleeping. i ran up his stairs and went to turn on the lights. he told me not to. i replied and told him i was scared so the lights would be turned on. when i turned them on there was no one in his room. when i got down the stairs i saw every one was outside on the porch. My mother, father, two brothers, and sister. i told them what happened and they told me it was all cause i was lucid dreaming and told me to go back to sleep. when i walked up to my room everything was open. the doors, windows, and drawers. then simultaneously they all shut and started banging. i screamed and yelled for my daddy. when he was outside the door he couldn't get it open. he told me to move back so he could break it down, so, i did. when i did everything opened again. there was an attic above where he was standing, slightly open. My dad looked at me and said my name. then out of the attic Lucifer jumped down, landed on my dad, and began to tear out his throat.

In my dreams there is always a person, never the same, or even someone I know, that tickles me. It's not a regular tickle, it's very painfull, and I'm always being held in place, unable to move, and if I do move even just a little bit, their grip tightens around my ribs and it hurts. Most of the time I can't speak, and I have a difficult time breathing, because every move makes it worse. The person is always physically stronger than me, and I feel like their intention is to just keep me from moving, they rarely speak or laugh, most of the time my only escape is to wake up, though I can't force myself to wake up in these dreams like I can with normal nightmares. And when I do wake up I almost always wake up gasping for air.

Me an a few of my friends and family are sitting in my room talking we here a noise down the hall so we estigate the hall light is on as a small figure bounces around at the end of the hall we look closer finding a small person that only comes up to my knee with a tikki mask on his face and a leaf skirt on he turns to us and roars a scary as hell roar showing the mask was really his face he gives chase as we all run into my room my friend gets caught and is ripped limb by limb apart by the small creature it reaches my door and stands in the frame staring at us as if confused then it turns and runs down the hall all night we hid in my room as it ran up and down the hall causing noise and destroying things we would peak out to see if it was gone and it was waiting for us some of us got caught and was ripped apart but me a few hid still when we wake from finally falling asleep he stood in the door way again with his sharp little teeth grinning then suddenly he let out another scary roar stretching his jaw as big as his head then dispersed down the hall once again the next night after he tautened us and waited for us he fell asleep again when we woke i rolled over finding it in my bed starring at me with a sharp toothed grin i jumped out of bed thinking it was the end and asked it what it wanted it stood up and in a creepy little voice it said "you can help me kill the goblin " then it opened its mouth and attacked me with a deep roar again then i woke up from the nightmare