<?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-25539927</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:54:57.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Dreams May Come</title><subtitle type='html'>The things that go through my head when I sleep at night. Real Dreams. Real Weird.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-may-come.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25539927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-may-come.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03997774479254639253</uri><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25539927.post-114441732352126411</id><published>2006-04-07T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T06:42:03.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday April 7th 2006</title><content type='html'>For all of you that dont know, I have a crazy old guy that lives directly upstairs from me he does the most annoying stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream last night...I came home to find my back door open and men walking in and out of my house. I asked them what the hell was going on and they told me that Steve (the crazy guy upstairs) was moving and they found carrying the stuff through my house was quicker than going around. Well I told them to get the helll out but this one woman and her little girl (who looked and dressed like a boy) was scared and they didnt want to leave so I talked to them for a while and found out that the womans ex was psycho and wanted to kill them. I told them they could stay there but when I went away and came back the little girl told me that her mom had left her for that guy and then she got killed...then I woke up WT heck???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25539927-114441732352126411?l=dreams-may-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-may-come.blogspot.com/feeds/114441732352126411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25539927&amp;postID=114441732352126411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25539927/posts/default/114441732352126411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25539927/posts/default/114441732352126411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-may-come.blogspot.com/2006/04/friday-april-7th-2006.html' title='Friday April 7th 2006'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03997774479254639253</uri><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-25539927.post-114433609376605209</id><published>2006-04-06T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T08:08:13.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thurs March 9th 2006</title><content type='html'>Some dreams are hard to put into writing this is one of them, it was ALL mixed up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving around with my boss and his wife and we drove down High Street where all the historical houses are, except they were all ruined and trashed in my dream. We drove past a house that had a bunch of people standing outside and my boss got mad because he said he moved his friend Shawn in there a while back and now look how trashy it was. The house next door was burned on the inside and had no windows. I had my boss take me to my car and I tried to drive home but I couldnt remember how to get there. I ended up on a street that I remembered from a long time ago, I just dont know where it was.&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got home I was in a house with about 9 other people (I blame this on my reality tv obsession) and we were going to do some yoga. We were doing a stretch exercise and listening to Alicia Keys  and the persons who was beside me foot kept on hitting me in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25539927-114433609376605209?l=dreams-may-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-may-come.blogspot.com/feeds/114433609376605209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25539927&amp;postID=114433609376605209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25539927/posts/default/114433609376605209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25539927/posts/default/114433609376605209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-may-come.blogspot.com/2006/04/thurs-march-9th-2006.html' title='Thurs March 9th 2006'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03997774479254639253</uri><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-25539927.post-114433577352546748</id><published>2006-04-06T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T08:02:53.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughters Dream</title><content type='html'>My 5 year old is a VERY active sleeper and dreamer. One dream she had last week, sort of reminded me of my own so I thought I would write it down for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she told me of her dream was...&lt;br /&gt;A ghost came into our house and took all of our stuff except our camping gear and our shoes. He took them to his big house which was green with a big purple door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the cutest thing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25539927-114433577352546748?l=dreams-may-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-may-come.blogspot.com/feeds/114433577352546748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25539927&amp;postID=114433577352546748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25539927/posts/default/114433577352546748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25539927/posts/default/114433577352546748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-may-come.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-daughters-dream.html' title='My Daughters Dream'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03997774479254639253</uri><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-25539927.post-114433560549133477</id><published>2006-04-06T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T08:00:05.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tues March 7th 2006</title><content type='html'>I was driving to work with my children in my car, I was driving my old Pontiac Grand Prix (which blew up a long time ago) down Main street.  There were SWAT vans and Army hummers and tanks everywhere and SWAT men were running through the streets. All of a sudden a BIG cloud of smoke came rolling down the whole of main street I tried to call my boss to tell him to get in the basement at work but no-one answered. I was trying to get my car turned around so that I could get out of the way of this big explosion but everyone had me blocked in so I grabbed my children and got out of my car and tried to run down the street.  I went into a Karate studio and I couldnt find my son so I asked my daughter where he was and she said that she took him to his friends house (my kids are only 4 &amp; 5 mind you)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up...confused again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25539927-114433560549133477?l=dreams-may-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-may-come.blogspot.com/feeds/114433560549133477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25539927&amp;postID=114433560549133477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25539927/posts/default/114433560549133477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25539927/posts/default/114433560549133477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-may-come.blogspot.com/2006/04/tues-march-7th-2006.html' title='Tues March 7th 2006'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03997774479254639253</uri><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>
