<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:59:37.050-05:00</updated><category term='Country'/><category term='Johnny Depp'/><category term='Sculpting'/><category term='Path'/><category term='Gold'/><category term='Volcano'/><category term='Mine'/><category term='Stadium'/><category term='Pirates'/><category term='Biting'/><category term='Abandoned Buidling'/><category term='Dark'/><category term='Winnie the Pooh'/><category term='Violent'/><category term='Boy'/><category term='Leaves'/><category term='Rolling Stones'/><category term='Conversation'/><category term='Airline'/><category 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-1070543170042546958</id><published>2010-03-15T18:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:25:14.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tornados'/><title type='text'>Dreams from March 15, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I was at home with two of my friends and my brother and sister. I looked out the window and saw a tornado. I yelled for everyone to run to the basement. My friends went downstairs. I called for my brother because I couldn't find him. My sister got mad because I was looking for my brother instead of her. Then she refused to go in the basement until she finished putting on her makeup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-1070543170042546958?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1070543170042546958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-from-march-15-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1070543170042546958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1070543170042546958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-from-march-15-2010.html' title='Dreams from March 15, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-1629156689649990467</id><published>2010-03-10T15:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:44:42.106-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forest'/><title type='text'>Dreams from March 10, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I was going down a slide in forest, but it was a natural slide made of things from the forest. At the end of the slide there was a hole I fell into. I landed on a broccoli bush, and immediately knew something was living in the bush but I laid there for a moment anyways.Then a small animal the size of a squirrel but the face of a raccoon came out and bit my right arm 3 or 4 times. It just looked at me afterward and I thought if I scream really loud in its face it will run away. It did. I then went home and decided I needed medical attention because my arm felt like it was burning and it was getting worse. No one in my family seemed too concerned. Then I woke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: When I woke up my right arm was under me and it did have a burning sensation and was very much asleep. After a few minutes the burning subsided to tingling and then went away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-1629156689649990467?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1629156689649990467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-from-march-10-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1629156689649990467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1629156689649990467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-from-march-10-2010.html' title='Dreams from March 10, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-3459278000230948834</id><published>2010-03-08T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:43:46.075-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><title type='text'>Dreams from March 7, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that my husband was in the shower when his phone rang. It was an iPhone unlike anything he has in reality. It took me awhile to answer because I was confused by the vast array of buttons. When I answered, it was a business associate/friend of his who told me to stay out of my husband's business affairs and the only reason I married him was because I was a nothing and a nobody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-3459278000230948834?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3459278000230948834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-from-march-7-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3459278000230948834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3459278000230948834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-from-march-7-2010.html' title='Dreams from March 7, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-7409783456364352097</id><published>2010-03-08T19:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:42:51.370-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='institution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elevator'/><title type='text'>Dreams from March 6, 2010:</title><content type='html'>i was in a friends house, at the beginning... her house didn't look like her house at all, it looked like some kind of institution, with lots of young woman ... each of us had a room with bathroom included, the institution was dominated by this old mad woman who didn't like me, and i didn't liked her neither, i felt somehow alone, even though i was with my friend all the time. at the end of the dream i was searching for my room which i couldn't find and i found my boyfriend, he was crying and he told me that he missed me very much, i hugged him with all my strength, and we lay on the floor... then the mad ugly woman appeared and she started yelling at me, i got really angry and yelled at her to... got in the elevator that didn't have my floor on it, so i pressed another floor close to mine... i was alone now and i couldn't find my room anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:room 180, in the elevator there where numbers like 300, 500 anything but my room. all the rooms including the building where of strangely vivid colors like violet, green, pink and so on. i don't remember getting out of the building in any part of the dream... WEIRD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-7409783456364352097?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7409783456364352097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-from-march-6-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/7409783456364352097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/7409783456364352097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-from-march-6-2010.html' title='Dreams from March 6, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-3413763565909001120</id><published>2010-03-02T09:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:50:12.596-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anvil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paralyzed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glowing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secret Passages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghosts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>Dreams from March 2, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I dreamt I was at my uncle's house with my friends. We were exploring the house, and we kept finding secret rooms that we never knew about before. We went down to the basement and there was a dim green glow and a fog that approached us. We realized that these were angry ghosts. My friends ran upstairs, but when I tried to run, the ghosts caught me. I became paralyzed, and I tried to scream but no sound came out. It was later revealed that there was an old anvil in the basement, and many ancient ghosts still used it to do their work. No one could enter the basement anymore because the ghosts were too powerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-3413763565909001120?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3413763565909001120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-from-march-2-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3413763565909001120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3413763565909001120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-from-march-2-2010.html' title='Dreams from March 2, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-4149603117291020371</id><published>2010-03-01T00:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:52:49.882-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mattress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiding'/><title type='text'>Dreams from March 1, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I had a dream that I was fishing in my mattress. I had taken the hook and put it in my mattress, and proceeded to stand over it and fish. I could see through the mattress to what I was fishing for, and it was very small puppies (like the size of mice). I caught a puppy and reeled it up, and when I got it out of the mattress it hopped off my hook and hid from me under my dresser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-4149603117291020371?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4149603117291020371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-from-march-1-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4149603117291020371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4149603117291020371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-from-march-1-2010.html' title='Dreams from March 1, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-3869408972222476349</id><published>2010-02-28T14:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:54:20.886-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Violent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Awakening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dangerous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Locked In'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strangers'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 28, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I only remember fragments of my dream last night, but I do remember that it was extremely violent. I actually dreamed that I was sleeping in my bed and woke up when a group of people kicked my door in. I'm not sure what happened next, but I somehow became involved with a dangerous group of people who were all making grabs for power. It was very intricate, and I really don't remember the details. In the end, we locked ourselves (about 20 of us) in a room and sat in a circle on the floor. We decided the best thing to do would be to pass around a shotgun. When you had the gun, you were allowed to kill one person. The last five people left at the end would get to live and be in charge. For some reason everyone agreed, and we proceeded to shoot each other. It was very vivid and frightening. I don't know how it ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-3869408972222476349?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3869408972222476349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-28-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3869408972222476349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3869408972222476349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-28-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 28, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6673488653144274944</id><published>2010-02-26T16:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:47:58.832-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jumping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tortoises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stranger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Path'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 26, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I was walking in my dream and came across a zigzag path that was hard to pass through with my friend I didn't know of. I passed through it and came to walk on top of tortoises that were marching towards me in long lines and strides like snakes I could not imagine. On top of these tortoises running water that was too slippery was just flowing on them as I kept jumping and jumping on top of these tortoises until I was past them. I later found myself in a my former primary school. And that ends my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:Any true meaning of this please leave a comment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6673488653144274944?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6673488653144274944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-26-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6673488653144274944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6673488653144274944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-26-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 26, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6396542672346680080</id><published>2010-02-26T16:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:45:25.827-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandmother'/><title type='text'>02/26/2010</title><content type='html'>My grandmom expired and it has been past one month. Today I saw a dream in which she was here and she was very ill, and after some time she died. She was on the death bed and everyone was offering flowers to her when everyone left and only I was waiting near my grandmom. She was talking from her death bed to me and that means she did not die but we kept her in her death bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6396542672346680080?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6396542672346680080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02262010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6396542672346680080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6396542672346680080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02262010.html' title='02/26/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-1376568512645395373</id><published>2010-02-26T16:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:43:16.271-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Statue of Liberty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inflatable House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cardboard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 25, 2010:</title><content type='html'>This one is super strange and choppy, but here goes: I was trying to get into this giant, purple inflatable house. I'm not sure why. I was standing on top of it, and noticed two cardboard statues of liberty connected to the roof. One was normal looking (apart from being only 6ft. tall and cardboard), but the other (also 6ft. tall and cardboard) was black and yellow, and it had a black sun behind the head of the statue. I ripped this one off of the roof, ripped it in half, threw it on the ground, and jumped into the house through the hole in the roof I had just created when I ripped the statue off of the roof. That's all. You figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-1376568512645395373?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1376568512645395373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02252010_6014.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1376568512645395373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1376568512645395373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02252010_6014.html' title='Dreams from February 25, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-8820656120910462861</id><published>2010-02-26T16:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:41:54.504-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Costas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><title type='text'>02/25/2010</title><content type='html'>This one was confusing to sort through when I woke up, but I'll do my best to explain it in a manner that makes sense. A man killed a woman that I was close to (it wasn't clear exactly what the relation was, but I definitely cared about her). He and I then both went back in time to a point at which the woman was still alive (I have no idea how or why). Then, I was trying to kill him before he could kill her. Here's the hilarious part: the whole thing was narrated by Bob Costas... Guess I've been watching too much of the Olympics lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-8820656120910462861?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/8820656120910462861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02252010_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/8820656120910462861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/8820656120910462861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02252010_26.html' title='02/25/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-2530309259961501958</id><published>2010-02-26T16:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:37:31.849-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flying'/><title type='text'>02/25/2010</title><content type='html'>I see that I am flying high in open sky. I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This is a recurring dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-2530309259961501958?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/2530309259961501958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02252010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/2530309259961501958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/2530309259961501958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02252010.html' title='02/25/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-5200951796729495391</id><published>2010-02-24T12:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:50:50.379-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secret Passages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Awakening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cell Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 24, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that I slept in and missed my classes. When I got out of bed (in the dream) I found a secret passageway in my house. The walls were very narrow, and I got stuck. Then my cell phone went off. I answered, and it was my mother asking why I wasn't helping with the meal. It was then that I realized it was Thanksgiving and so I hadn't missed any classes after all. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5200951796729495391?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5200951796729495391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-24-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5200951796729495391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5200951796729495391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-24-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 24, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-8979759384629076498</id><published>2010-02-23T15:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:23:33.312-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lava'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explosions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volcano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Floating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chamber'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 23, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I was in a volcano. Lava everywhere, I am in a chamber floating above the lava, but the chamber is also filled with lava (melted cheese). I found some explode-able objects and I threw them out of the chamber into the lava. I stood in the cheese lava for a long time without getting burned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-8979759384629076498?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/8979759384629076498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-23-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/8979759384629076498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/8979759384629076498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-23-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 23, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-2295571555422002112</id><published>2010-02-23T10:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:31:02.903-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upset'/><title type='text'>02/23/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that my friend wanted to talk to me. She was very upset because someone said she was overweight, and I had to calm her down so she could go back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-2295571555422002112?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/2295571555422002112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/drams-from-february-23-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/2295571555422002112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/2295571555422002112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/drams-from-february-23-2010.html' title='02/23/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6562711996680557889</id><published>2010-02-23T10:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:04:08.989-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biting'/><title type='text'>02/23/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamt a brown pet dog belonging my uncle was biting my finger, arm, and legs resulting in bleeding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6562711996680557889?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6562711996680557889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02232010_5336.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6562711996680557889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6562711996680557889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02232010_5336.html' title='02/23/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-5370202147986521016</id><published>2010-02-23T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:02:23.911-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiger'/><title type='text'>02/23/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that a tiger was about to attack me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5370202147986521016?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5370202147986521016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02232010_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5370202147986521016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5370202147986521016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02232010_23.html' title='02/23/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-1086057601411004048</id><published>2010-02-23T09:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:01:37.325-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cobras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crawling'/><title type='text'>02/23/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed about a heavy snake, a cobra, crawling on my back. It actually felt heavy just seconds before I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Age 29, Female, Mumbai, India),&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-1086057601411004048?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1086057601411004048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02232010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1086057601411004048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1086057601411004048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02232010.html' title='02/23/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-2657030450367473776</id><published>2010-02-22T09:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:06:29.161-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 22, 2010:</title><content type='html'>We were in a big boat. When I was about to close a door a long white snake appeared. The moment I saw it it started chasing me. I ran as fast as I could. When I turned back it was gone. When I sat near the rack I saw something is moving, but its was a green snake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-2657030450367473776?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/2657030450367473776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-22-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/2657030450367473776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/2657030450367473776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-22-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 22, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-2401576255731968772</id><published>2010-02-21T11:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:00:27.967-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warehouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiding'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 21, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that I was in a decrepit city - everything was falling apart. I had the feeling that I used to be a  "good guy" but now I was a "bad guy." I was meeting another bad man to exchange information at an old warehouse which was filled with overturned freight containers piled on top of each other. We were caught and he was killed in a rather horrific manner, though I escaped. I drove home only to find that my house was filled with creatures that were trying to kill me. I spent the rest of my dream running and hiding from them in my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-2401576255731968772?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/2401576255731968772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-21-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/2401576255731968772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/2401576255731968772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-21-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 21, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-5593143505941709147</id><published>2010-02-21T11:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:46:56.177-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peacock'/><title type='text'>02/21/2010</title><content type='html'>In my dream I was catching a peacock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Please tell me what this means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5593143505941709147?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5593143505941709147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02212010_9091.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5593143505941709147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5593143505941709147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02212010_9091.html' title='02/21/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-2358776970306057274</id><published>2010-02-21T11:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:45:45.589-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kissing'/><title type='text'>02/21/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that my friend was telling something to me and for a moment he kissed me. I kissed him too. I asked him to tell me the story but no more kisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Age 16, and this boy that I saw in my dream is my friend. I love him but like a good friend. I can't feel more things for him. He is only my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-2358776970306057274?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/2358776970306057274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02212010_5702.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/2358776970306057274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/2358776970306057274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02212010_5702.html' title='02/21/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-8500870532804119803</id><published>2010-02-21T11:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:43:13.777-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kissing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>02/21/2010</title><content type='html'>I saw a boy. I loved him and he was kissing my neck. I felt very good but at the same time I wanted to go away from him. He was speaking very sweetly to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Age 16, and this boy that I saw in my dream isn't my friend or my boyfriend. Sometimes he says "hi" to me, nothing more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-8500870532804119803?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/8500870532804119803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02212010_175.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/8500870532804119803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/8500870532804119803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02212010_175.html' title='02/21/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-31803515127876227</id><published>2010-02-21T11:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:40:47.348-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mouth'/><title type='text'>02/21/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that a snake came out of my mouth. My daughter, whom I never see anymore, came to me and gave me a good smile. I drank a little water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-31803515127876227?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/31803515127876227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02212010_8731.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/31803515127876227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/31803515127876227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02212010_8731.html' title='02/21/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-3300717932696103871</id><published>2010-02-21T11:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:39:01.360-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Box'/><title type='text'>02/21/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that somebody gave me jewels in a box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-3300717932696103871?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3300717932696103871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02212010_3328.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3300717932696103871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3300717932696103871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02212010_3328.html' title='02/21/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6734192974194324169</id><published>2010-02-21T11:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:37:54.904-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>02/21/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed about having long hair - four meters long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6734192974194324169?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6734192974194324169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02212010_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6734192974194324169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6734192974194324169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02212010_21.html' title='02/21/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-5423349707909243691</id><published>2010-02-21T11:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:37:05.684-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Land'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purchasing'/><title type='text'>02/21/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed about land that I bought. It was a huge plot of land, but the land that I'm looking for is really hard to find. According to my dreams I already bought it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5423349707909243691?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5423349707909243691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02212010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5423349707909243691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5423349707909243691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02212010.html' title='02/21/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-5595167834985832487</id><published>2010-02-20T11:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T15:13:35.221-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 20, 2010:</title><content type='html'>In my dream I saw my mom who was dead a year ago. She was not so intimate to me. I saw a friend who was not so close to me - she gave birth to twin children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5595167834985832487?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5595167834985832487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-20-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5595167834985832487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5595167834985832487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-20-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 20, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-5160116929474919305</id><published>2010-02-20T11:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T15:12:26.385-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscript'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>02/20/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed I was working on a manuscript. It involved a lot of reworking -- cutting and pasting and lots of edits -- a project that was taking hours. Then I was angry because I knew that I was only dreaming and would have to do all this work again when I awoke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5160116929474919305?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5160116929474919305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/2202010_579.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5160116929474919305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5160116929474919305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/2202010_579.html' title='02/20/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6341230023311437186</id><published>2010-02-20T11:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:53:44.676-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrified'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Awakening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screaming'/><title type='text'>02/20/2010</title><content type='html'>I was standing at the top of a staircase and demons were flying up the stairs toward me. They were bald and had no bodies, just black capes of some sort. I awoke screaming and my husband comforted me. I was terrified to close my eyes because I did not want to see the demons again. The next morning my husband said I did not scream in my sleep and did not wake him up. I guess that was all part of the dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6341230023311437186?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6341230023311437186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/2202010_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6341230023311437186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6341230023311437186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/2202010_20.html' title='02/20/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6037994023629353498</id><published>2010-02-20T11:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T15:09:53.177-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eating'/><title type='text'>02/20/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that I was eating cookies -- lots of various kinds of cookies -- and eating them so fast that they were crumbling and falling out of my mouth. I awoke to find myself drooling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6037994023629353498?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6037994023629353498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/2202010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6037994023629353498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6037994023629353498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/2202010.html' title='02/20/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-4988339830697991630</id><published>2010-02-19T13:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:34:45.314-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fighting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balcony'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 19, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I dreamnt of breaking a piece of ginfer from a balcony. I also dreamt of fighting with my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor's Note: Meaning of "ginfer" is unclear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-4988339830697991630?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4988339830697991630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-19-2010_2394.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4988339830697991630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4988339830697991630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-19-2010_2394.html' title='Dreams from February 19, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-9075527360703869953</id><published>2010-02-19T10:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:36:04.961-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='River'/><title type='text'>02/19/2010</title><content type='html'>I was dreaming about a blue river. It was calm and quiet. I was swimming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-9075527360703869953?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/9075527360703869953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-19-2010_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/9075527360703869953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/9075527360703869953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-19-2010_19.html' title='02/19/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-1349677441399999923</id><published>2010-02-19T09:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:35:39.195-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singing'/><title type='text'>02/19/2010</title><content type='html'>I was dreaming of a friend singing karaoke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-1349677441399999923?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1349677441399999923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-19-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1349677441399999923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1349677441399999923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-19-2010.html' title='02/19/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-1876154410354303828</id><published>2010-02-19T09:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T09:29:36.020-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><title type='text'>02/19/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that I was failing school and that I was a waiter at a restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-1876154410354303828?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1876154410354303828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02192010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1876154410354303828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1876154410354303828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02192010.html' title='02/19/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-4783994391691869121</id><published>2010-02-18T22:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:32:54.574-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embarrassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grocery Store'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 18, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that I was at the grocery store. When I got to the checkout lane I realized all I had in my cart were cookies. This embarrassed me so I kept trying to avoid checking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-4783994391691869121?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4783994391691869121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-18-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4783994391691869121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4783994391691869121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-18-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 18, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-7897308373723981660</id><published>2010-02-18T22:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:31:12.000-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airplanes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barking'/><title type='text'>02/18/2010</title><content type='html'>I saw many barking dogs and trains and airplanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Age 19, Female, Amritsar, India&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-7897308373723981660?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7897308373723981660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02182010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/7897308373723981660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/7897308373723981660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02182010.html' title='02/18/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-5348013302286543199</id><published>2010-02-18T22:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:28:48.365-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fishing'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 17, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that I was fishing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5348013302286543199?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5348013302286543199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-17-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5348013302286543199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5348013302286543199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-17-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 17, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-2446018615937656854</id><published>2010-02-18T22:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:28:15.885-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airline'/><title type='text'>02/17/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that my ex-husband came to my apartment and took some of his personal belongings and some of mine. He was in the company of his brother and my female cousin who now lives in the USA. He also opened all the drawers and when confronted why he was taking those things, he said that I was the cause of the problem with a certain airline and that the contract was canceled. My cousin mentioned that he has left a space in his apartment where I can stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-2446018615937656854?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/2446018615937656854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02172010_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/2446018615937656854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/2446018615937656854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02172010_18.html' title='02/17/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-5206340832972024365</id><published>2010-02-18T22:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:26:52.760-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>02/17/2010</title><content type='html'>I saw a white dog running to me. The good thing is he wasn't trying to harm me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5206340832972024365?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5206340832972024365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02172010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5206340832972024365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5206340832972024365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02172010.html' title='02/17/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-7339631623919463386</id><published>2010-02-16T18:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:37:24.304-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Couch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comfortable'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 16, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I was dreaming that I was extremely comfortable sleeping on my couch. Then I woke up in my bed and was very disappointed and uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: I guess I need a new bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-7339631623919463386?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7339631623919463386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-16-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/7339631623919463386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/7339631623919463386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-16-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 16, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6994527906961344625</id><published>2010-02-16T18:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:24:24.691-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Van'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road'/><title type='text'>02/16/2010</title><content type='html'>I was dreaming that some worms were on me while I was walking. I shake them off and continue to walk. A whole set of worms were on the ground. I started to walk up the road to catch a van but decided to go back since the road was too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: What is the meaning of this dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6994527906961344625?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6994527906961344625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/2162010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6994527906961344625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6994527906961344625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/2162010.html' title='02/16/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-8066268710366597944</id><published>2010-02-16T18:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:44:20.011-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotton'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 15, 2010:</title><content type='html'>During this night I was dreaming of cotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Does anyone know what this means?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-8066268710366597944?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/8066268710366597944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-15-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/8066268710366597944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/8066268710366597944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-15-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 15, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6113901946600985250</id><published>2010-02-16T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:42:02.974-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disgusting'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 14, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that I had a giant pimple on my face and nobody told me, I had to be surprised by it at the end of the day in the mirror. It was literally the size of a nickle. When I popped it it popped in 3 places, it was disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6113901946600985250?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6113901946600985250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-14-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6113901946600985250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6113901946600985250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-14-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 14, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-3027604441278876501</id><published>2010-02-16T18:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:36:54.185-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crucifixion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><title type='text'>02/14/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that I was carrying the bed that Jesus laid on. Blood was falling on me from his cuts in his head due to the crucifixion, and he looked at me. I was saying "I'm so sorry for what they did to you." He had a smile on his lips and was looking at me. His blood fell on my face and lips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-3027604441278876501?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3027604441278876501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/2142010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3027604441278876501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3027604441278876501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/2142010.html' title='02/14/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-728063459842633777</id><published>2010-02-13T13:57:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:01:43.045-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teleportation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fighting'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 13, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I was in a school where people could do magic. Somehow this was unrelated to Harry Potter. Some other girl from the school transported us to a location on a map that looked like a big swirly desert. When we actually arrived it was a room upstairs in a house. Me and my friend both had cameras and were taking pictures while spying on another family out the window and their child. The girl who transported us had a boyfriend who arrived at the house. He was very upset we were with her. I started taking pictures which was some how mocking him and we ended up fighting. When we walked out of the house to leave and be teleported back I realized it was the house I grew up in. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-728063459842633777?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/728063459842633777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-13-2010_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/728063459842633777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/728063459842633777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-13-2010_13.html' title='Dreams from February 13, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-7004661756261684399</id><published>2010-02-13T11:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:40:41.640-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wings'/><title type='text'>02/13/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed about an angel dressed in all black with black wings and the face was being hid by the hairstyle (head was bowed). Then in the same dream a crazy man was running around threatening people with an unloaded gun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-7004661756261684399?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7004661756261684399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-13-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/7004661756261684399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/7004661756261684399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-13-2010.html' title='02/13/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-385728795172638649</id><published>2010-02-12T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:10:27.878-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Struggle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skunks'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 12, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that my cat was really a large dog. We were in the front yard and she caught an animal in her mouth. After a struggle, the smaller animal scampered off. It was black and had the bushy tail and white stripe of a skunk, but also had white spots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-385728795172638649?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/385728795172638649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-12-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/385728795172638649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/385728795172638649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-12-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 12, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-3297374942577205237</id><published>2010-02-12T12:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:09:03.351-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crowds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><title type='text'>02/12/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that I was visiting a faith healer, along with thousands of other people. We were there because none of us had health insurance, but the crowd was angry at President Obama for trying to "shove" health care down our throats. Some of them were dying and I couldn't understand their anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-3297374942577205237?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3297374942577205237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02122010_5728.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3297374942577205237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3297374942577205237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02122010_5728.html' title='02/12/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6521686756405085487</id><published>2010-02-12T09:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:10:48.905-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trapped'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car Crash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fire'/><title type='text'>02/12/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that I was driving for several days with my brother and sister. I think we were moving into a new house. We crashed our car into a snowbank and had to walk the rest of the way. Once we were settled in the new house, it caught on fire. Suddenly there were no more doors or windows and the house was filling with smoke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6521686756405085487?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6521686756405085487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dreamt-that-i-was-driving-for-several.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6521686756405085487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6521686756405085487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dreamt-that-i-was-driving-for-several.html' title='02/12/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-1348896371659166476</id><published>2010-02-12T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:57:00.160-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paradise'/><title type='text'>02/12/2010</title><content type='html'>I saw a big sea, like paradise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-1348896371659166476?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1348896371659166476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02122010_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1348896371659166476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1348896371659166476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02122010_12.html' title='02/12/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-4378510144115599223</id><published>2010-02-12T09:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:56:20.563-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resurrection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>02/12/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamt yesterday that my husband* died and came alive again and talk to me. When I woke up I cried and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Age 10, Male, Maricaban, Philippines&lt;br /&gt;*Original text used the word "houseaband" - the original intent is still unclear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-4378510144115599223?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4378510144115599223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02122010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4378510144115599223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4378510144115599223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02122010.html' title='02/12/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-647022637009291890</id><published>2010-02-11T10:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:13:38.080-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crowds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonald&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 11, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I was with a group of people in a crowded room with scattered chairs. I was showing them how I could put my shoe on without untying it. I was stretching and pulling and pushing, but for some reason I couldn't get it on. Then I realized I was already wearing a shoe so I had to take it off before I could put the other one on. Then we all decided to get some ice cream. One guy wanted to go to McDonald's for ice cream, but the group refused saying their ice cream was the best. On our way to get the ice cream we saw this water slide that was sucking little kids down it into an open body of dirty water. I started to get sucked in, but escaped the current and left with the group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-647022637009291890?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/647022637009291890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-11-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/647022637009291890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/647022637009291890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-11-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 11, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-7330829322492341135</id><published>2010-02-11T10:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:11:37.003-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Locket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compass'/><title type='text'>02/11/2010</title><content type='html'>I am not sure about the location, but I dreamt that I found a beautiful Buddha locket and below it there was some kind compass that showed where I should sleep when wearing the locket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-7330829322492341135?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7330829322492341135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02112010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/7330829322492341135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/7330829322492341135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02112010.html' title='02/11/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-926963307794908771</id><published>2010-02-10T09:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:19:14.316-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothes'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 10, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I had a dream that I started dating this girl from work because we passed each other in the hallway and our outfits matched. It was very silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-926963307794908771?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/926963307794908771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-10-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/926963307794908771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/926963307794908771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-10-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 10, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-2692560090548504003</id><published>2010-02-10T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:15:05.514-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>02/10/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that I had sex with my ex-boyfriend - he is in a relationship with another girl in reality - and I saw her also in my dream. He was talking to me about her and he wanted to marry her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-2692560090548504003?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/2692560090548504003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02102010_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/2692560090548504003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/2692560090548504003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02102010_10.html' title='02/10/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-4227931663771215652</id><published>2010-02-10T09:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:13:10.203-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eyes'/><title type='text'>02/10/2010</title><content type='html'>I had a dream that I couldn't stop crying. I wasn't sad, I was even laughing about it, but my eyes just wouldn't stop watering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-4227931663771215652?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4227931663771215652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02102010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4227931663771215652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4227931663771215652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02102010.html' title='02/10/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-847207845597423322</id><published>2010-02-09T09:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:13:15.193-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mountain'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 9, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I was in a car on the mountain with my girlfriend, and we talked about our lives and plans for the future and that I would be leaving her country. But suddenly I explained to her the differences we have and that we need to separate and break our relationship. After that, she leaves me alone inside the car. I thought she was angry at me but afterward I was surprised when she gave me a souvenir. I wasn't expecting that she would understand me perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Age 20, Male, Recurring dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-847207845597423322?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/847207845597423322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-9-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/847207845597423322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/847207845597423322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-9-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 9, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-8159683432794004324</id><published>2010-02-09T09:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:09:04.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Electricity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walls'/><title type='text'>02/09/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that all the walls all over my home had electricity running through them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-8159683432794004324?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/8159683432794004324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02092010_09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/8159683432794004324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/8159683432794004324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02092010_09.html' title='02/09/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-1660552737263785969</id><published>2010-02-09T09:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:13:41.365-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghosts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abandoned Buidling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrating'/><title type='text'>02/09/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that I was in my own bed, but in places other than my room (including the basement of an abandoned building &amp; my mother's guest bedroom). I had a machine that could detect ghosts, but it would only work if I was asleep. I was frustrated because I could already hear the ghosts and they were keeping me awake. Basically, I dreamt that I couldn't fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Male, Age 24, USA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-1660552737263785969?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1660552737263785969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02092010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1660552737263785969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1660552737263785969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02092010.html' title='02/09/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-4866064583173951678</id><published>2010-02-08T09:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:29:35.699-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neighborhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 8, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I dreamt I was a gym teacher or something. I had to split up a bunch of kids into teams for bowling. Eventually I got bored and left. I ended up helping a friend build a house out in the woods which eventually turned into his actual house in a neighborhood. Some random dog got inside and made a mess on the floor. The neighbors started shooting at us, and the police said they couldn't do anything about it, and I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-4866064583173951678?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4866064583173951678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dreamt-i-was-gym-teacher-or-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4866064583173951678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4866064583173951678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dreamt-i-was-gym-teacher-or-something.html' title='Dreams from February 8, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6139902323253563030</id><published>2010-02-08T09:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:23:48.889-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><title type='text'>02/08/2010</title><content type='html'>I was sitting on the floor at a restaurant. I was thinking back to when my band played at that restaurant and how it was a bad choice of venue in retrospect. Then I was in my basement with some friends and we were arguing about movies. We ended up discovering that Star Wars was made by Disney, and we thought "Yes! It all makes sense now!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6139902323253563030?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6139902323253563030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02082010_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6139902323253563030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6139902323253563030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02082010_08.html' title='02/08/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6736881831386257902</id><published>2010-02-08T09:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:19:53.200-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neighborhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Climbing'/><title type='text'>02/08/2010</title><content type='html'>I was walking home through a large neighborhood with some friends. I decided that it would be okay to take a shortcut by climbing over one of the houses (apparently I could jump up to the roof with a running start). The roof was wet and I fell off. When I tried again, the roof was icy and I slid off. The owners of the house saw me do this, so my friends and I jumped into three cars and drove off. It was nighttime now, and I was driving the third car at very high speeds. Suddenly, I was aware that none of our cars had any lights (headlights, brake lights, etc), which made for a terrifying nighttime drive. For some reason we parked at a giant hospital, and then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6736881831386257902?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6736881831386257902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02082010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6736881831386257902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6736881831386257902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02082010.html' title='02/08/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-3526856807296104889</id><published>2010-02-07T10:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T10:58:11.960-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jurassic Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 7, 2010:</title><content type='html'>Even though I had just graduated from college, I had to go back and retake some high school math classes at two different high schools. The first class didn't make much sense - I think we watched Jurassic Park. Then I went to the second math class, at the second school, and the teacher was an old friend of mine. At first I was surprised, but then I remembered that he was a teacher (even though in reality he isn't). Also, I'm a teacher, and one of my students was in this class with me, which was awkward. Then the principle came in and reprimanded the teacher for calling people gay. Finally that class was done, but for some reason I needed to find the main office. This became difficult as I was lost and I kept picking up heavy objects along the way, including several guitars, an amplifier, and a bag full of weights. I had several strange conversations along the way, and I never did find the office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-3526856807296104889?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3526856807296104889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-7-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3526856807296104889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3526856807296104889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-7-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 7, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-4046013919946073781</id><published>2010-02-07T10:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:25:56.885-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disappearing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunglasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gondola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stealing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stranger'/><title type='text'>02/07/2010</title><content type='html'>First I was at a mine where the miners had to hold on to a conveyor belt to get home. Someone threw a kitten on the belt to try to get one of the miners to let go, but someone saved it and gave it to me. I named it something ridiculous. The second one wasn't so lucky. Then I was in a mall and I realized that I had some sunglasses that weren't mine on my face - I had stolen them! I tried to figure out where to bring them back to so that no one would notice they were gone. I couldn't find the store, and at some point the glasses disappeared. Then I'm in a gondola going up hill with a girl I know and a strange older man. I'm explaining to him about a sternum rub and how it is used on comatose patients. He wonders why it hurts so much and I try to explain the blood supply to the area. I don't remember him understanding it. But we talked about playing rec soccer and I remember having massive blisters on my feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-4046013919946073781?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4046013919946073781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/01072010_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4046013919946073781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4046013919946073781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/01072010_07.html' title='02/07/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-3183908690461331632</id><published>2010-02-07T10:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:26:15.065-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drug Store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><title type='text'>02/07/2010</title><content type='html'>I'm a 10 y/o boy (specifically modeled after Owen Meany in A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving if you've read it) and my friend and I need to get to a particular drug store that is across town. My friend finds this super old cop to give us a ride, saying that if you tap him on the shoulder he will drive, and if you tap him again he will stop. All we have to do is supply directions. We get to the drugstore and my friend waits in the car. I notice the 20-something y/o girl at the counter is cute. I can't find what I need but I take the opportunity to show her how smart I am by explaining the difference between a man and a woman's brain. It boiled down to men being very concrete and women being able to think abstractly, though I remember calling it "stupidly abstract".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-3183908690461331632?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3183908690461331632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/01072010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3183908690461331632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3183908690461331632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/01072010.html' title='02/07/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-5646572009736144526</id><published>2010-02-07T10:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T10:37:14.787-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coughing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Necklace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throat'/><title type='text'>02/07/2010</title><content type='html'>I was in a business meeting with a man. Suddenly my throat was scratchy and I had trouble swallowing. I started to cough and a 3-strand, wooden beaded necklace began to come out. I put my hand over my mouth and excused myself to go to the ladies room. There were two other women in there, washing their hands. They didn't seem at all surprised by the fact that I was pulling this very long beaded necklace from my throat. When it was entirely out, I laid it on top of the trash can. The other ladies introduced themselves to me and we all walked out together, on our way back to the meeting. I awoke with a strange feeling in my throat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5646572009736144526?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5646572009736144526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02072010_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5646572009736144526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5646572009736144526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02072010_07.html' title='02/07/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6087036542804371110</id><published>2010-02-07T10:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T10:34:15.042-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teeth Falling Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sculpting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrating'/><title type='text'>02/07/2010</title><content type='html'>I found myself at a sculpting class, and apparently I was supposed to be the teacher. I was trying my best, but it was frustrating because I don't know anything about sculpting. Also, I kept getting distracted because my teeth were falling out. I didn't want anyone to know  so I would try to discreetly put them back in, but it kept happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6087036542804371110?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6087036542804371110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02072010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6087036542804371110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6087036542804371110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02072010.html' title='02/07/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-5282558265972721954</id><published>2010-02-06T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:08:51.050-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduate'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 6, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I found out that I had to take this Spanish 2 course and that it was accelerated so it would finish in half the time a normal course would take. I was freaking out because I had only taken French courses and I never learned any Spanish at all. But I needed it to graduate so I cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5282558265972721954?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5282558265972721954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-6-2010_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5282558265972721954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5282558265972721954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-6-2010_06.html' title='Dreams from February 6, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-7870248481177878529</id><published>2010-02-06T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:07:13.665-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>02/06/2010</title><content type='html'>Naked. Running. Jello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-7870248481177878529?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7870248481177878529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02062010_5370.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/7870248481177878529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/7870248481177878529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02062010_5370.html' title='02/06/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-8590771523200209144</id><published>2010-02-06T22:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:41:42.248-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><title type='text'>02/06/2010</title><content type='html'>I was in a car with my brother when I pulled out a gun. Then my brother began to tell me I had to shoot this guy who was my friend, but apparently if I didn't shoot him I would be shot. So I went into the house and saw a teenage boy siting in front of a large box. He was praying, but I don't know why. I went around the corner and saw the man I was supposed to shoot. I hid the gun behind my back and then backed away. I decided I could not go threw with it. I went back out to the car. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-8590771523200209144?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/8590771523200209144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02062010_9517.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/8590771523200209144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/8590771523200209144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02062010_9517.html' title='02/06/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-264046637099562536</id><published>2010-02-06T14:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:06:20.660-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifetime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>02/06/2010</title><content type='html'>I am standing over somebody, and I am screaming as if they had just died. I was in a Lifetime movie. I was screaming "MICHAEL! MICHAEL!" But when I woke up I was confused as "Michael" wasn't my father (who has the name) or Michael Scott from The Office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-264046637099562536?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/264046637099562536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-6-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/264046637099562536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/264046637099562536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-6-2010.html' title='02/06/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-1041686802423966601</id><published>2010-02-06T14:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:37:48.161-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ninjas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Javelins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>02/06/2010</title><content type='html'>I was being chased at night through the woods by a ninja. Throwing knives kept whizzing by me and sticking into nearby trees.I pulled out a knife to throw back at the ninja. The ninja asked me how much the knife weighed. I told him 1 lb (which is pretty heavy for a knife). He laughed and pulled out a 10 lb throwing knife (which is just ridiculous) and threw it at me. The dream then took an abrupt turn. It was now daylight. I was running down an open grassy hill from a group of people chasing me with javelins. They kept telling me to stand still, to which I responded, “no, then you are going to throw your javelins at me.” They managed to convince me that they didn't want to hit me with the javelins. They wanted to throw the javelins so that they would just miss my head, stick in the ground, and whip back and hit me in the face. I guess this sounded pretty reasonable to me, because I agreed and stood still. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-1041686802423966601?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1041686802423966601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02062010_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1041686802423966601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1041686802423966601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02062010_06.html' title='02/06/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-7508173396161316537</id><published>2010-02-06T14:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:35:58.308-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Identity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shower'/><title type='text'>02/06/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that I could become other people, but then I would turn back into myself when I took a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-7508173396161316537?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7508173396161316537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02062010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/7508173396161316537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/7508173396161316537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02062010.html' title='02/06/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-7905518433572862884</id><published>2010-02-05T09:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:39:58.849-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone Call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masks'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 5, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I was in a prison, but it didn't look much like a prison because I spent most of my time in larger spaces. It may have been more of a work camp. I remember we were told that it was lights-out and I went to bed. Then a phone rang. I eventually answered it and the man on the phone told me that someone was coming to get me. I thought that meant they were going to get me out of prison, but it actually meant that they were going to kill me. Two masked figures approached me and shot me, and I died. Then I watched them search my belongings, and then they broke out of prison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-7905518433572862884?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7905518433572862884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-5-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/7905518433572862884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/7905518433572862884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-5-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 5, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-5817809320511403853</id><published>2010-02-03T09:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:11:18.913-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speech'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 3, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that I was supposed to give an important speech to a very large audience - several thousand people - but I suddenly lost the use of my legs. I pulled myself around on the floor for awhile until I came to a small room full of computers. A technician smashed a big piece of electronic equipment, and then I could walk again. Then the radio came on and said we were at war, and then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5817809320511403853?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5817809320511403853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-3-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5817809320511403853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5817809320511403853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-3-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 3, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-5786379217407847275</id><published>2010-02-03T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:04:11.667-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contact Lenses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eyes'/><title type='text'>02/03/2010</title><content type='html'>I was trying to put my contact lens in, but it was way too big for my eye -- about the size of a quarter. All common sense was lost as I continued to try to stuff this enormous lens into my eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5786379217407847275?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5786379217407847275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02032010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5786379217407847275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5786379217407847275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02032010.html' title='02/03/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-614174760309008488</id><published>2010-02-02T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:37:23.266-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin Timberlake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 2, 2010:</title><content type='html'>Justin Timberlake was 40 years old and had this weak mohawk that he was sporting. He was being questioned about his past and the boy band scandals of the 90's. It was like an E! True Hollywood Story and they kept showing old pictures of him being in the band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-614174760309008488?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/614174760309008488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-2-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/614174760309008488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/614174760309008488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-2-2010.html' title='Dreams from February 2, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-4408796783943058578</id><published>2010-02-02T08:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:39:38.862-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gold'/><title type='text'>02/02/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that I was showing a big gold flat chain to my friends. While they were looking at it I found two more small chains stuck into that big one which the shop keeper I bought it from hadn't seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Age 39, Female, Muslim, Bangalore, India&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-4408796783943058578?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4408796783943058578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02022010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4408796783943058578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4408796783943058578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02022010.html' title='02/02/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-877971380341054745</id><published>2010-02-01T14:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:40:36.722-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peaceful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alligators'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Underwater'/><title type='text'>Dreams from February 1, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that I was underwater with a large alligator. We were chest to chest, gently swirling around and around in the water. I knew that at any moment the alligator could kill me and that if I just continued our strange underwater dance, he would remain calm and all would be well. I was keenly aware of the danger, yet felt strangely peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Female, Age 50, USA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-877971380341054745?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/877971380341054745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-1-2010_9724.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/877971380341054745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/877971380341054745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-1-2010_9724.html' title='Dreams from February 1, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-571605218120127676</id><published>2010-02-01T14:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:21:04.689-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contact Lenses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vision'/><title type='text'>02/01/2010</title><content type='html'>I took off my contact lenses and when I went to put them in my lens case, there was another pair already in there. I figured that's why I couldn't see very well. Still, I had to wonder where I got the second pair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-571605218120127676?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/571605218120127676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02012010_4518.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/571605218120127676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/571605218120127676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02012010_4518.html' title='02/01/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6762542289346324253</id><published>2010-02-01T14:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:20:18.144-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motorcycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drowning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explosions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trapped'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming Pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lizards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laboratory'/><title type='text'>02/01/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed I was in a laboratory and trapped with drugs everywhere. There were lizards in a box and they grew fur and ran out and starting attacking me. I took a random motorcycle and then I somehow got on to the roof. I drove the bike to the edge of the roof and plummeted to the bottom of a garage next to the laboratory. Then the cops came after me. I drove around the city and then the country. I was singing as the entire laboratory blew up. Then the lizards with fur jumped up onto my bike and started tearing up my clothes. I screamed as I got shot by one of the cops. I found myself at a swimming pool the size of a pond. I jumped into the pool. As they took a taser to me the whole pool lit up with electricity. I almost drowned and then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6762542289346324253?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6762542289346324253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02012010_835.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6762542289346324253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6762542289346324253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02012010_835.html' title='02/01/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-1899228593813357062</id><published>2010-02-01T09:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:17:05.642-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><title type='text'>02/01/2010</title><content type='html'>I am continuously dreaming about an unfamiliar place with a lonely house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Recurring Dream, Age 25, Female, Mumbai, India&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-1899228593813357062?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1899228593813357062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-1-2010_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1899228593813357062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1899228593813357062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-1-2010_01.html' title='02/01/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-1716462158530203276</id><published>2010-02-01T08:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:07:11.845-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piranha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morphing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biting'/><title type='text'>02/01/2010</title><content type='html'>I am at the house I grew up in. I look into our back yard and see that it is now a lake where there used to be grass. I get into the lake yard and swim under water. I see a piranha not too far away. I'm not worried about him because it doesn't seem aggressive. I continue to look around, and when I get to a tree behind my house I see a whole school of different piranha. These are a very dangerous kind that will attack me. I quickly get back to the patio that is cement and not under water. My mom comes out and puts a bright yellow saltwater fish that we used to have in the water. I try to catch the fish before the dangerous piranha eat it. I save the fish but it has been bitten along with the back of my hand that I put in the water. When I go into the house the fish is gone and my mother hands me a very cute baby. I am holding it when my mother tells me that it is mine. The next time I look down the baby is ugly and has one brown and one greenish eye. It starts crying and I panic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-1716462158530203276?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1716462158530203276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-1-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1716462158530203276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1716462158530203276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-1-2010.html' title='02/01/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-3868246042426844188</id><published>2010-02-01T08:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:58:02.899-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>02/01/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamed about a guy who I know and he asked me to marry him. His family was asking me to marry him soon but I said I cannot marry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Age 25, Female, India&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-3868246042426844188?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3868246042426844188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02012010_352.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3868246042426844188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3868246042426844188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02012010_352.html' title='02/01/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-9055824421501182332</id><published>2010-02-01T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:56:32.567-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><title type='text'>02/01/2010</title><content type='html'>I was dreaming that I was having an affair with a married Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Female, Age 33, Florida, USA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-9055824421501182332?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/9055824421501182332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02012010_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/9055824421501182332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/9055824421501182332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02012010_01.html' title='02/01/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-3686966627001696915</id><published>2010-02-01T08:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:55:23.846-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone Call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><title type='text'>02/01/2010</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through the Internet and I got a phone call from one of my really close friends. She said that she saw my significant other with someone else and that I shouldn't freak out. Then she told me that he slept with one my close girlfriends but knowingly he was a gay individual. I didn't understand. I told him before that's what I was always afraid of. I ran out of my house, tears falling down my face. I ran for miles and I didn't even look behind me. Then I realized I was hit by a car. Dead, I found out it was the man who asked to be with for the rest of my life chasing and begging me to come back home with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-3686966627001696915?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3686966627001696915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02012010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3686966627001696915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/3686966627001696915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02012010.html' title='02/01/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-1794793591825918863</id><published>2010-01-31T11:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:04:07.814-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leaves'/><title type='text'>Dreams from January 31, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that I was eating leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Female, Age 7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-1794793591825918863?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1794793591825918863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-from-january-31-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1794793591825918863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/1794793591825918863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-from-january-31-2010.html' title='Dreams from January 31, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6123348852614223763</id><published>2010-01-31T11:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:02:48.030-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><title type='text'>01/31/2010</title><content type='html'>I was dreaming that I was sitting in my doctors rooms all of a sudden there were spiders coming from everywhere. They were falling out of the roof by the thousands. I ran out and screamed for somebody to help me get them off, but no one helped me. Just after that I was dreaming that me and my little daughter were asleep and I looked under the pillows and just saw small little black ants on the pillows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6123348852614223763?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6123348852614223763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/01312010_2322.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6123348852614223763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6123348852614223763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/01312010_2322.html' title='01/31/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6490724494034783355</id><published>2010-01-31T10:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:00:22.966-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birds'/><title type='text'>01/31/2010</title><content type='html'>A big bird ate cats and dogs. All that was left was their skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Male, Age 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6490724494034783355?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6490724494034783355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/01312010_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6490724494034783355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6490724494034783355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/01312010_31.html' title='01/31/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-5058784587318981895</id><published>2010-01-31T10:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T10:59:06.663-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><title type='text'>01/31/2010</title><content type='html'>I was in class, but for some reason class was being held in my room. The lecture was really boring and I had trouble following along. One student fell asleep and the professor screamed at him until he left. I didn't want to get in trouble for sleeping in class, so when we took a break, I ran downstairs to my kitchen to grab some coffee. For some reason, the only coffee I could find was pizza flavored, which is more disgusting in retrospect. I ran back upstairs to class, and then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5058784587318981895?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5058784587318981895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/01312010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5058784587318981895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5058784587318981895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/01312010.html' title='01/31/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6365204743575807869</id><published>2010-01-30T13:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:46:57.638-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Needles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grand Canyon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crocodiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snuggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Dreams from January 30, 2010:</title><content type='html'>I was in my friend’s concrete basement. I told my brother to go shovel the snow. Then my friends tied off my arm and injected me with drugs, though I didn’t resist. They specifically said it was Tryptophan, but it made me energized and euphoric/manic. While I was in that state, we watched an educational video about the job market and economic downturn. My friend’s dad came down and told us that the TVs at my house are cheap because they would not be big enough to adequately fill the Grand Canyon. I then put on a Snuggie and pretended I was a shark. Somehow I ended up on a log in a swamp at night with my friend’s family. As they paddled, the front of the log kept dipping into the water along with me.  We were ambushed by crocodiles near a swamp-side house. Everyone else jumped onto the house’s deck, but I was stuck hanging off of the side. My friend’s dad kept telling me not to roll because it would cause the crocodiles to bite me and go into a death roll. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6365204743575807869?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6365204743575807869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-from-january-30-2010_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6365204743575807869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6365204743575807869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-from-january-30-2010_30.html' title='Dreams from January 30, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-9018964709921887786</id><published>2010-01-30T12:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:47:13.758-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proposal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stranger'/><title type='text'>01/30/2010</title><content type='html'>Two tall and fair old men, one in yellow a gown and another in white dress, came to my home with marriage proposals for me. They showed me many different pictures of boys to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Female, Age 26, India&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-9018964709921887786?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/9018964709921887786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-from-january-30-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/9018964709921887786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/9018964709921887786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-from-january-30-2010.html' title='01/30/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-5988534355138448716</id><published>2010-01-30T12:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:06:05.900-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='False Identity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Van Wilder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>01/30/2010</title><content type='html'>I am with an older woman who I do not recognize but somehow I am sure she is my grandmother. We walk into a large house that she owns but has not lived in for some time. After a few minutes we walk into a room and find that there is a squatter sleeping there. It turns out to be Van Wilder. Shocked that he was in the house we decide to let him stay since my grandma doesn't live there anyway. I go upstairs where the whole floor is built like a loft. There are three rooms that are all more or less connected into one larger room. I find that Van's assistant Taj is also upstairs now. They are in the middle of setting up a ping pong table and a pinball machine  for his new living quarters. I look around and am thinking how cool this place is going to be and what a great party you could throw there when I wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5988534355138448716?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5988534355138448716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/01302010_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5988534355138448716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5988534355138448716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/01302010_30.html' title='01/30/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-4293478043108578164</id><published>2010-01-30T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:03:09.924-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrestling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coach'/><title type='text'>01/30/2010</title><content type='html'>I bring a friend to my wrestling practice to show him what it is like. I arrive to see people with books spread out studying on the mat. I ask the coach what all these people are doing. He reminds me that it's Sunday. I say "yea, but there is practice on Sundays." He responds with "Yea that's Sunday mornings, this is Sunday night." ...ok, but why is it a library on Sunday nights...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-4293478043108578164?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4293478043108578164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/01302010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4293478043108578164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4293478043108578164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/01302010.html' title='01/30/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-5571826463139209662</id><published>2010-01-29T15:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:58:44.184-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasing'/><title type='text'>Dreams from January 29, 2010:</title><content type='html'>A friend and I were being chased by a black and white snake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5571826463139209662?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5571826463139209662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-from-january-29-2010_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5571826463139209662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5571826463139209662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-from-january-29-2010_29.html' title='Dreams from January 29, 2010:'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5348207320000599830?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5348207320000599830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/01292010_5796.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5348207320000599830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5348207320000599830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/01292010_5796.html' title='01/29/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-5795394354255638724</id><published>2010-01-29T15:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:03:20.068-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airplanes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shirtless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Istanbul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='River'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detective'/><title type='text'>01/29/2010</title><content type='html'>I was an undercover detective/lawyer on assignment in Istanbul (although, it looked a lot more like Las Vegas) searching for the lover of an FBI agent suspected of racketeering. I had to cross a river to get to the hotel they were staying at but the bridge was destroyed in a recent natural disaster. So I waited until an airplane flew by on preparation to land and simply jumped up behind the airplane and glided across the river using the air coming off of it's wings as a jet-stream. After gliding across, I realized I was shirtless and went to a local shop to buy a white shirt. After finding the FBI lover's hotel room, I convinced her to stop cheating on her lover and help me with my case. I then handed her a mattress filled with drugs and told her I would contact her soon. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-5795394354255638724?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5795394354255638724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/01292010_6446.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5795394354255638724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/5795394354255638724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/01292010_6446.html' title='01/29/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-6769818605986132434</id><published>2010-01-29T08:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:10:27.319-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plastic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pointing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stranger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><title type='text'>01/29/2010</title><content type='html'>I had a dream that I was in this dark room and then the light came on and this guy who was standing before me was a bit odd, he was covered in black tight plastic all over his body, his face, everywhere. When I attempted to get up and walk he just pointed and for some reason he had full and complete control over me. He pointed to some section of the room, and I just sat there until he pointed somewhere else. I moved again. Then I saw my mom and she told me I shouldn't talk to strangers. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-6769818605986132434?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6769818605986132434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-from-january-29-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6769818605986132434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/6769818605986132434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-from-january-29-2010.html' title='01/29/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729956476871504399.post-4226568603951702084</id><published>2010-01-29T08:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:58:57.399-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crying'/><title type='text'>01/29/2010</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of my husband cheating on me,and I am devastated. I catch him sneaking to the girls place... catch him red handed. He is not feeling guilty and I'm crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: This dream occurred to me very vivid and detailed like a movie, around 5 in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729956476871504399-4226568603951702084?l=butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4226568603951702084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/01292010_9638.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4226568603951702084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729956476871504399/posts/default/4226568603951702084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/01/01292010_9638.html' title='01/29/2010'/><author><name>ButIWasDreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
