<?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-37964521</id><updated>2012-01-12T20:45:55.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamres</title><subtitle type='html'>Residue of my dreams left over on my pillow in the morn.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37964521.post-6903512654162954924</id><published>2008-05-23T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:33:34.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel/Robby's Birthday/A Tailpiece</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I just caught the end of this one, but it took place at Ecola too. I haven't been recording my dreams for the past few days but I'm fairly certain they've all taken place there too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But I just remembered something else. Before the end part, I was staying in a hotel in a really high up floor and there were little kids everywhere, like elementary school kids probably. There was one elevator that was broken and when it stopped at the floor we were on it was a few feet higher than the floor so it was dangerous to get onto. All the elevators had glass floors and seemed kinda cartoony. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then I remember it being something about Robby's birthday which took place in our back yard. He invited some people, one of which included his 'on and off' girlfriend that my mom wasn't happy about. Her name was some mix of Sarah and Hannah I think. It was weird. So she was supposed to show up along with a bunch of other kids later at the party and we were doing some adventurous thing or other when mom announced that a bunch of those people wouldn't be coming.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then the last day of Ecola part. Kurtis and I were in our room packing and he had all his stuff packed up but I still had some things strewn about, sort of like how it was in real life. Our room had two twin beds instead of a bunk bed. We had to take all of our stuff out the night before or something, so we put it all at the bottom of the outside stairs. For some reason I called my mom and left a message saying that I still had stuff to pack, but should be done soon. I took out my teal shirt with the neon pink moose on it and sprayed fabreez on it, apparently that's what I was wearing the next day. Then I remember something about a radio station playing, and there was also John Curtis playing the air guitar, but it was supposed to be those really old chinese ones or something. He was annoying the girls around us, and then he mentioned something about Guitar Hero.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37964521-6903512654162954924?l=dreamres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/6903512654162954924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37964521&amp;postID=6903512654162954924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/6903512654162954924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/6903512654162954924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/2008/05/hotelrobby-birthdaya-tailpiece.html' title='Hotel/Robby&amp;#39;s Birthday/A Tailpiece'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37964521.post-4488054066562954982</id><published>2008-05-14T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:57:41.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannon Beach/Mario Kart/Driving Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Another dream relating to Ecola, but not really taking place there as far as I can remember.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first part, some friends and I went to a mall and there was a little shop that was a LAN center, but more of a virtual reality thing. At some point it sort of shifted itself from virtual reality to the SNES version of Mario Kart that had been updated (Like games for XBL Arcade).&amp;#160; I was playing that with two other people, one of them (I think) being Antman Mike. Then, two girls sitting in front of us turned around as asked us if they could &amp;quot;Lick the top of our car,&amp;quot; which I thought was just too weird and vehemently answered with a no. That was followed by someone saying something like &amp;quot;Those could've been our wives.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then I was in Cannon Beach, riding something around, perhaps my car, or perhaps a bike. I was hanging out with someone (Could've been Emilio, maybe Kurtis) and we were near a middle school right across from the campus. There were a bunch of kids waiting there for the bus or their parents or something and most of them were black and acting 'gangster.' Whoever I was with kept taking bikes from the bike rack and riding the around, and the kids were laughing at him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There was a part where we were in a big auditorium being taught by an Ecola speaker. He gave the students a chance to get up in front and talk about stuff. Juliana went up there, but looked really different, and talked about something about sex and marriage and how she had a &amp;quot;completely different view on it now.&amp;quot; As she was getting off the stage and coming around to her seat, Jared Reando asked her what Scott Umble should do if he &amp;quot;slipped up.&amp;quot; I never heard the answer. The teacher was sitting in the back with me and Kurtis. Kurtis was blowing bubbles in his glass of water so the teacher referred to him as 'bubble kid' or something like that. The teacher offered Kurtis some tea, and it was basically a syrup that you added to your water. We were suddenly on a train, which was our dining hall, and there were some baskets with huge loaves of bread in them that we were supposed to break a piece off if we wanted some. Tyler Baird was walking by with a piece and I asked him to grab me a whole loaf, explaining to those around me that we in Ad Dorm just take a loaf of bread and chow down and if we can't eat it all we give it to someone else.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It seemed as though I did this part twice, but I only remember the second time. I was driving home from Cannon Beach, but it was a way shorter drive that seemed to start right on the border of Washington (Vancouver I think, but I don't actually drive through there on my way home). There was a certain part where you have to get off the freeway and then get back on and when you get back on, you have to go up through a little rough dirt path through a forest. This wasn't a shortcut or anything, it was the actual on-ramp because there were tons of other cars doing it too. On this occasion, I had my dad with me in the car and for some reason if I had the stereo on I couldn't make right turns very well. As we were going up through the forest path I was trying to figure out how to fix it, and Dad got out and started to walk, I was just going to pick him up further up the path I guess. Some time passed and he called me on my cell. The dream ended.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37964521-4488054066562954982?l=dreamres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/4488054066562954982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37964521&amp;postID=4488054066562954982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/4488054066562954982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/4488054066562954982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/2008/05/cannon-beachmario-kartdriving-home.html' title='Cannon Beach/Mario Kart/Driving Home'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37964521.post-6919445619874619069</id><published>2008-05-13T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:45:14.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecola/Legendary Adventure/Dating Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yes, yet another dream taking place on the last day of Ecola. This time, lots happened.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There was a whole big epic adventure treasure-hunting aspect. It was presented in a movie/game format and felt like it had been going on for&amp;#160; a long time (for many nights before). I'm not sure exactly what the plot was, but Lewis and Clark was mentioned. There was a part where we were invading a mini Aztec pyramid and this tower kept launching arrows at us as we charged. We got the the treasure and it was a man with a key in the form of an earring. A princess came from somewhere and we gave her the key. Next, a man in a van who we had seen often before drove up. He was sort of like Mr. Royalton on Speed Racer and was supposed to be on our side but we didn't trust him because he seemed suspicious and smiled too much or something. That's when it cut out of that part - as it was being told to me as a story, but I was experiencing it like I was there. I think my mom was telling it to me and she said she would continue the story later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then a bunch of little snippets of last day of Ecola shenanigans. There was a part taking place on a little dock outside the chapel (There was water everywhere for some reason) where people were giving little speeches and toasts to people. Someone went up and gave a speech about some of the girls that had come 3rd quarter. Amy Whatsherface and someone else. Then someone went up there and said something about Trisha Sweeney and mentioned that she was a stripper before she came to Ecola.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There was a bunch about people dating Sarah Sharp. First, I was in a group talking to someone and Jordan Fried was there and Emily could be seen in front a few yards waving to Jordan. I think I asked somebody about when they got together and a voice came up explaining that Jordan had always liked Emily but dated Sarah for some reason or another and now Jordan and Emily were dating. Sarah Sharp also replaced the role of Jessie Isham in Daniel's life. There was a part where they were seen sitting together in a movie theatre. Sarah looked the same and had the same name, but was basically replacing the role of Jesse Isham. There was a part where Jared Lewis was remotely controlling a guy in a diving suit or something, and he gave a story about how &amp;quot;The first time I went down there,&amp;#160; I saw her, and fell in love,&amp;quot; or something. That, too, pointed at Sarah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Other little snippets about being up in the dorms, I think Matt was wandering around in his boxers and I told him to make sure nothing was hanging out because girls were allowed in the dorms because it was the last day. David Rollins and Jordan Sepal made appearances, but I'm not sure how.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37964521-6919445619874619069?l=dreamres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/6919445619874619069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37964521&amp;postID=6919445619874619069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/6919445619874619069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/6919445619874619069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/2008/05/ecolalegendary-adventuredating-sarah.html' title='Ecola/Legendary Adventure/Dating Sarah'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37964521.post-4971378499972111828</id><published>2008-05-11T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T08:44:09.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Car/The Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There's a lot of stuff I half-remember earlier in the dream, might remember them later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At this point I'm with a bunch of my Monroe friends specifically Jesse, Daniel, and Tim. For some reason we were going to the zoo, and Daniel decided to hijack my car and start driving there while I was on top of the car, sending two of my hats flying. I got pissed and yelled at him as soon as we got there, then drove my car back to where we set out from, which was sort of like a little treefort. The roads were all narrow and there was a part on it sort of like an upper story of a parking garage. I then found both of my hats again. Also, my wallet kept falling out of the little tiny hole in my back pocket that exists in my real favorite pair of pants. The hole isn't actually big enough for a wallet to fit through.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37964521-4971378499972111828?l=dreamres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/4971378499972111828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37964521&amp;postID=4971378499972111828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/4971378499972111828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/4971378499972111828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/2008/05/runaway-carthe-zoo.html' title='Runaway Car/The Zoo'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37964521.post-4038848989850061932</id><published>2008-05-09T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:09:00.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecola Again/Derek Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Another Ecola dream, it was laid out sort of like my middle school this time. I don't remember much at all except that Derek and Alyssa were sitting at a table in what was our lunch room, but was sort of a generic pizza place style. They were sitting at a booth by the window and I kept coming in and climbing out the window. I did it a few times before the cooks saw me and started yelling at me. They both seemed annoyed that I had been climbing over their table eventually as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There was tons more, don't remember any of it. Maybe something about fighting ice bosses or something. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37964521-4038848989850061932?l=dreamres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/4038848989850061932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37964521&amp;postID=4038848989850061932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/4038848989850061932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/4038848989850061932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/2008/05/ecola-againderek-again.html' title='Ecola Again/Derek Again'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37964521.post-6319769736220636041</id><published>2008-05-07T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:11:52.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Year/Haunted Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;First post in over a year, should be more regular now. I've got Windows Live Writer set up on my new laptop so it takes zero time to get on and write stuff. Fingers crossed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fell asleep listening to Julien Neto.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Overall, the dream had the sense of being the end of the Ecola year and everyone saying goodbye to each other and stuff.&amp;#160; At one point a bunch of people came and applauded myself and some others for something we'd done that year - it was&amp;#160; a lot of people applauding us too. Also, my Monroe friends were there, and there was a part where we were in a hot tub, and then some concept-art-type diagrams of someone climbing a really high tree above the hot tub. Early in the dream, there was a part about driving down to somebody's house for some reason or another, I'm not sure about that at all. Later in the dream, I went up onto the dream-exclusive third floor of the Monroe house. I knew a back story to it, because it was abandoned up there, and when we had went far enough up into the third floor, we thought we saw or heard something and came running back down. It was apparently haunted up there. After that, I took some people up there with me to give them a tour, the one I remember being Derek Strei. It consisted of four rooms, Robby and I had rooms adjacent to each other which were large and had high ceilings. Running in between our rooms was a walkway high up from the floor. The walkway made it so that our rooms were sort of joined, as you could walk up to the walkway from either side and look down into either room. This walkway led across the hallway ( so that you could look down onto the hallway from the walkway)&amp;#160; to another set of two adjacent rooms, but theses rooms shared the same floor-level with the walkway so they didn't have high ceilings and you didn't have to walk down any stairs to get to their floors. One was my mom's room, one was a storage room.&amp;#160; In the storage room were many clocks, radios, and boxes. The back story to all this was that when we had first moved into the house, we all had our rooms up there, but slowly we started moving lower into the house. Mom first, joined later by Robby and myself. I'm not sure why, but maybe it had something to do with the 'haunted' aspect or maybe it was because it took to long to get downstairs or something.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37964521-6319769736220636041?l=dreamres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/6319769736220636041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37964521&amp;postID=6319769736220636041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/6319769736220636041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/6319769736220636041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-yearhaunted-home.html' title='End of Year/Haunted Home'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37964521.post-7345568841189848941</id><published>2007-04-02T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T07:10:04.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplane Bounce/Fitness/Naked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Background/Inspiration:&lt;/span&gt; Not really sure. The gym part definitely from Body Works class, but the rest of it I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Major Events:&lt;/span&gt; So we were all riding in an airplane, like a commercial jet liner. By we I mean me and some friends, not really sure which friends though. There seems to be something wrong, and then a little later the plane starts going into a dive. The pilot yells "Altitude: 5000 feet!" I was like "crap, we're done." All of a sudden as soon as we hit, someone in the plane pushes us off from the ground and we go flying back up into the air. This kid was turning this situation into a giant trampoline with his arms. Weirdest thing ever. Then a couple of other kids start doing it with him to get the plane bouncing higher. There seemed to be some sort of meter measuring how high we bounce. I think we later landed on some tropical island with some buildings here and there. A little bit later I guess I decided to sign up at Monroe Fitness, and I had Emilio with me when I went. Emilio didn't want to do anything, so he went and sat in one of the rooms and messed around with stuff. Typical. Then, as I was sitting on some machine, there was this lady that was doing her exersizes naked. My dream didn't "show anything" without using blurry spots, just the machine and her legs and things blocked it out, cartoon style. To make it even weirder, there was a voice from a local news reporter talking about it, but I didn't actually see the news reporter anywhere. Then, Emilio kept complaining and wanted to leave, so we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Minor Details:&lt;/span&gt; Something about Ralph and Jake Cassel's computer. I don't know what about it, but the computer was in there. Also, before the airplane part I seem to remember something about running around on a dam. Maybe a deathmatch setting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37964521-7345568841189848941?l=dreamres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/7345568841189848941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37964521&amp;postID=7345568841189848941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/7345568841189848941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/7345568841189848941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/2007/04/airplane-bouncefitnessnaked.html' title='Airplane Bounce/Fitness/Naked'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37964521.post-8953663859086654898</id><published>2007-03-31T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T13:35:16.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destroyal</title><content type='html'>Lack of updates; Lack of dreams; Laziness. Contributing factors to no new posts. I'm waking up at an earlier time now so I should have some logging time. Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37964521-8953663859086654898?l=dreamres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/8953663859086654898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37964521&amp;postID=8953663859086654898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/8953663859086654898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/8953663859086654898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/2007/03/destroyal.html' title='Destroyal'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37964521.post-2019685817903034910</id><published>2007-01-29T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T07:06:45.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icecubes/Scion tC/Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Background/Inspiration:&lt;/span&gt; I listened to the Cyrosleep shoutcast channel while falling asleep. I haven't been dreaming at all lately, butlast night I did. Maybe it helped? The later part of my dream was affected a bit from the radio alarm clock going off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Events:&lt;/span&gt; So we were all sitting in the high school, the upstairs seemed kinda dark and I remember we were doing something edgy. I think it was slightly dangerout but really fun, although I don't remember exactly what it was that we were doing. The upstairs of the school was dark, however. It was apparently Aaron's birthday and he had these icecubes. Josh called me on my phone and told me to bring them out to him. Aaron knew Josh was trying to get them and was trying to defend them. He didn't know I was out to get them though, so I had a perfect opportunity. I took them and ran down the stairs and out of the school. Outside was a big lake, but it was in the Albertsons's parking lot. We ran out to the end of a dock and poured the icecubes into the lake. Then, to get away, we jumped off the dock onto the sidewalk over by China King. So then me and Aaron both got into DJ Nate's new car, that I'm pretty sure was a Scion tC. Aaron got shotgun, I got backseat. It was weird cause the backseat seats had steering wheels as well, or maybe just my side. You could pull out the steering wheel and have something to control a flying vehicle with. I asked what it was for and he didn't tell me. I fell asleep and when I woke up we were back at the school. I took my sweatshirt and got out. All of a sudden I was watching some nightclub on a TV, and then I was in it. There was an older guy who was DJing, as in he had wrinkles. He may have been Mexican. The dance floor was a boxing ring, and there was a lady singing in the boxing ring. Apparently in my dream it was an older Missy Elliot and her and the DJ were singing Morcheeba songs -- Or what I thought were Morcheeba songs in the dream. Really, there were some songs on the radio that they were singing along to. My clock radio alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Minor Details:&lt;/span&gt; In the club some guy went up to the DJ with a glass of water and some beers and told the DJ to do something to a guy that was annoying him and he'd give him the water and beers. Also, the club scene was really very vivid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37964521-2019685817903034910?l=dreamres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/2019685817903034910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37964521&amp;postID=2019685817903034910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/2019685817903034910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/2019685817903034910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/2007/01/icecubesscion-tcclub.html' title='Icecubes/Scion tC/Club'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37964521.post-2440482950721821204</id><published>2007-01-17T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:12:17.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Seo/City Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Background/Inspiration:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm pretty sure this dream came out of absolutely nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Major Events:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, it started out at the end of my road, which in turn involved going into that big log house across the street. Some girl was with me *shrug. People driving by would talk to me/us. This moves on to a very movie-like sequence where I'm all of a sudden in the city, in some building. The girl is replaced by an older lady in her late twenties maybe, and either she's telling me not to do something or I'm telling her. I think she was bloody. We go out to the streets by a big fountain, meet some other people. Hard to remember. Later on, I'm back at my house and Young Seo is there, staying at my house while he's visiting, and Emilio and Jesse come over too. Emilio comes in the door and Young gets excited. I play some weird "obstacle course" map on WC3 with them. Somebody spills something and we pick it up. Sometime in there I'm in a big store with my mom and we're there to watch some story book played out in an aquarium. I didn't want to watch it because I've seen it so many times before. I told my mom she should stop looking for a deeper meaning in it because it's a children's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minor Details:&lt;/strong&gt; I remember something about a kid in the building in the city with me. Maybe like Walt from Lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37964521-2440482950721821204?l=dreamres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/2440482950721821204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37964521&amp;postID=2440482950721821204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/2440482950721821204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/2440482950721821204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/2007/01/young-seocity-life.html' title='Young Seo/City Life'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37964521.post-282465430952273835</id><published>2007-01-17T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:03:15.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Recovery</title><content type='html'>I should be getting back into this. Session 2 starts now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37964521-282465430952273835?l=dreamres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/282465430952273835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37964521&amp;postID=282465430952273835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/282465430952273835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/282465430952273835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/2007/01/break-recovery.html' title='Break Recovery'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37964521.post-116610923638137661</id><published>2006-12-14T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:13:56.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbit/Helicopter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Background/Inspiration:&lt;/span&gt; Didn't really watch anything tonight, no TV or movies. Listened to "Sleep Reducer" preset for BWgen though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Major Events:&lt;/span&gt; I lost most memory of this upon waking up, but certain parts still stick out. I remember something pretty hard to explain correctly. There was someone I knew, although i'm not sure who who was a rabbit. For some reason I had to chase the rabbit home, or at least do something to that effect. The home was an elaborate tunnelly system that reminded me of a sidescrolling game. When I got the rabbit home the other people there... or rabbits maybe -- Maybe they weren't either -- would get all mad at the rabbit and chase it around. I don't know if I'm remembering this correctly. There were also certain parts which took place in my little fryelands-esque neighborhood again. Another part that stands out is looking at this book with all sorts of military things in it. It was a big book and it was frail because some of the pages kept trying to fall out. Inside of it were a bunch of helicopters and when I'd look at them I would be able to actually see them hovering over water. One was a very very small copter that was supposed to be some new advancement I guess. It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Minor Details:&lt;/span&gt; Not much I can remember except there was some sort of arena-style deathmatch thing going on around this house. We had jetpacks I'm pretty sure. There's a lot I listed that I'm not so sure about and I know there's a ton more to the dream that I can't remember. Just when it starts coming to me it goes away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37964521-116610923638137661?l=dreamres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/116610923638137661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37964521&amp;postID=116610923638137661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/116610923638137661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/116610923638137661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/2006/12/rabbithelicopter.html' title='Rabbit/Helicopter'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37964521.post-116602000309652190</id><published>2006-12-13T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T06:27:33.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GoW/Pizza Joint/FJ Cruiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Background/Inspiration:&lt;/span&gt; Nothing much I don't think, just going through the day and seeing people I know. Possibly the audio book about Conversation I've been listening to had some input. I sent messages to Tanner on myspace and Daniel on MSN before i went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Major Events:&lt;/span&gt; The dream was spit into several parts sort of. The first we were at some log house in the woods, and I don't think it was my house, but I was taking care of it all the same. I had some people come over to try out a new game or something, but Daniel and Tanner I think had some sort of appointment up in the woods they had to keep going to. The next part I had a bunch of guys over, not sure why, some of them I'm not even friends with in real life. There were probably like 10 guys at my house. The shower in my bathroom was like at a public pool and when they needed a shower I sent them in two at a time, with bathing suits of course - that would be nasty. The last part I was living in a place similar to the fryelands and it was snowy out... but only some of the time. Again, I was in the basement/garage level of the house and Heather was there. Apparently I got Gears of War and a 360 because she picked up the phone when I wasn't there and there was a guy from Microsoft welcoming me to Xbox Live or something. He called for Mr. Swanson and I cracked a joke to her about "Mr. Anderson" in the Matrix. At one point there was a pizza joint in my basement and Angel was working there. I got a piece of sausage pizza and also I couldn't decide between a Caesar salad pizza and something else that was pretty original and looked good. I got a sample of the Caesar salad pizza though. Also, when it was snowy outside, I went with someone I knew who was older, probably in his 20s and we drove his new FJ Cruiser around on the streets. He gunned it around a corner to see how well it handled in snow and it didn't even slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Minor Details:&lt;/span&gt; At the beginning I seem to remember something being after me. Not something actually coming after me but just the feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37964521-116602000309652190?l=dreamres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/116602000309652190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37964521&amp;postID=116602000309652190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/116602000309652190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/116602000309652190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/2006/12/gowpizza-jointfj-cruiser.html' title='GoW/Pizza Joint/FJ Cruiser'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37964521.post-116593583274331081</id><published>2006-12-12T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:03:52.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All's Quiet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Background/Inspiration:&lt;/span&gt; I watched Little Miss Sunshine, but I don't think it had any relevance to my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Major Events:&lt;/span&gt; I can't clearly remember, The whole plot of the dream seems vague. I know part of it took place in my room, but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Minor Details:&lt;/span&gt; Daniel bought Dune.com and I kept telling him to take off the old splash page from when it was the site for the game Dune, but he wouldn't. He didn't have any content on it at all and I don't think he knew how to go about doing so. I also kept watching some Britney Spears music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I had some random thoughts while going to sleep such as "What if you fell asleep in a different place than your body was?" For some reason I was thinking that the action of falling asleep was a seperate entity from your body. Random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37964521-116593583274331081?l=dreamres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/116593583274331081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37964521&amp;postID=116593583274331081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/116593583274331081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/116593583274331081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/2006/12/alls-quiet.html' title='All&apos;s Quiet...'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37964521.post-116584963362875198</id><published>2006-12-11T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T07:07:13.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighthouse/School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Background/Inspiration:&lt;/span&gt; I watched Road to Perdition last night and I'm pretty sure the hallways in this dream were styled a lot like those in some of the hotels in that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Major events:&lt;/span&gt; This all took place in this very large building set somewhere that was pretty desolate on the outside, although that didn't matter much, as we weren't on the outside at all except for going up to a large lighthouse. Why this building had a lighthouse, I don't know. It also had a large dining hall down the hallway, but we didn't go there much because earlier in the dream we had to pay for food there and I didn't like spending money. I think at this point though, it was free because this was some boarding school situation. Sam and Bryce had the most major roles, but neither really did anything special except hang around with me for the majority of the dream. I remember at one point I stripped down to my boxers and started running down the hall as fast as I could because it reminded me of some fictional character named running man. People saw me doing this and didn't think it was weird. I ran to the right of my room in the building and went into some bathroom where I tried to put my contacts in, but they apparently needed to be soaked in saline longer because they were oversized and stiff. I guess that's what contacts did in this dream. Anyway, I was going to run past my room again and run up to the top of the lighthouse, but I met up with some girl on the way there, not someone I know in real life I don't think. So we started walking up to the top of the lighthouse together and when we passed a door that some kid was holding open, I expected her to go through it for some reason, and then she didn't. Then on the way past the dining hall I remember saying I should probably eat there more often because the food was good and I was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Minor Details:&lt;/span&gt; Earlier we had been hassling the guy at the top of the lighthouse comparing his building and lighthouse to my dad's. Also, something before that there was a sort of indoor swamp and Bryce was there. There was a war going on someplace because we were hearing about it on the radio, like in The Chosen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37964521-116584963362875198?l=dreamres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/116584963362875198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37964521&amp;postID=116584963362875198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/116584963362875198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/116584963362875198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/2006/12/lighthouseschool.html' title='Lighthouse/School'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37964521.post-116582515080363225</id><published>2006-12-11T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T07:08:26.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Square One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Background/Inspiration:&lt;/span&gt; So Thursday or maybe Friday I sent that thing to Heather about how I was done with my little phase where I had 'a thing' for her. Throwing in the towel, whatnot. I'm not sure if I'm really over it yet, actually I'm pretty sure I'm not but I'm ready to accept defeat anyway and for the sake of our friendship and my well being I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Major Events:&lt;/span&gt; Sparked by my going to Mike's earlier last night, the dream took place in Mike's basement/bonus room thing. I seem to remember it being under construction. Robby and I were sitting downstairs, each in our own big comfy chairs. Heather comes down the stairs, which I'm facing, Robby at my right facing perpendicular to me, reading I think. Heather comes down and says something about "You wanted to know about..." something about her new boyfriend maybe? Don't remember, but it was supposed to be about the message I sent her, but it actually wasn't. She goes on to say that the only reason she's dating him is because Kristin did when she was her age. This guy must be timeless or something. She says she doesn't really like him and that she's breaking up with him when she gets back. I assume this was Christmas break or something, even though I'm not going to be there on Christmas break. As she's saying this I was playing with some plastic thing and biting it for some reason. As I'm biting this thing I start smiling and she knows I'm acknowledging what she says. I think I didn't go out and say I was happy because that would have been rude I guess, and also Robby was in the room although I'm not sure if I cared. So then she kinda turns around to go but before she goes up the stairs she turns and gives me a nice grin sorta like the one I had been giving her. An unspoken sign that we were mutually agreeing to a deeper relationship. I was rejoicing in my head and happy I sent her that message that didn't actually pertain to the message in the dream, which I didn't know. Another notable thing is we were all back downstairs later and her and I were sent up to the kitchen to make pancakes, and as we were walking up the stairs I reached backwards and she took my hand and we walked up the stairs hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Minor Details:&lt;/span&gt; Something about a deathmatch sort of scenario earlier in the dream. I'm remembering it being fairly significant but I can't remember any details what-so-ever. Outside the window in the kitchen I could see a city that resembled the style of a ghetto or maybe city 17.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37964521-116582515080363225?l=dreamres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/feeds/116582515080363225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37964521&amp;postID=116582515080363225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/116582515080363225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37964521/posts/default/116582515080363225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamres.blogspot.com/2006/12/square-one.html' title='Square One'/><author><name>Mick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJ09duojnDY/SRvoyuNmxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iR9ViQWpCJQ/S220/DSC_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
