<?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-3400638188430116027</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:29:12.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Curated</title><subtitle type='html'>Dreams Curated is a blog devoted to interesting dreams that have been described online.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-2162463005016098536</id><published>2010-04-03T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:26:15.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming in Japanese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brett describes this dream on &lt;a href="http://blog.rainbowhill.com.au/"&gt;Rainbowhill Language Lab&lt;/a&gt;, "A place for learning about Japanese language and culture."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was walking along the bank of a beautiful river, 500 years ago in  feudal Japan. The water was clear but smoke from a nearby battle filled  the air. A whistling sound came through the air and with a thud an  ornate katana&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; [刀｜かたな] &lt;/span&gt;hit the  opposite bank and slid into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Swords  don't swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sword slipped beneath the surface of the swiftly flowing river it  began to talk to me in a lilting western dailect of Japanese. The sword  implored me to spring to its rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dived in without hesitation to its cries of&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;助けてください&lt;/b&gt; (Help  me!), and reached it just as it fell to the gravel at the bottom of the  river. Holding it aloft as I rose to the surface it continued to talk to  me in an excited fashion. I felt as though I was embracing an old  freind.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Brett Fyfield (this is from &lt;a href="http://edufire.com/users/3234-languages-exam-prep-tutor-brett-fyfield"&gt;eduFire&lt;/a&gt;) is a CELTA qualified English teacher with over 6 years experience teaching in Japan and Australia. He is currently working at University as a international student adviser by day, and a Japanese Teacher by night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-2162463005016098536?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blog.rainbowhill.com.au/2010/04/speaking-fluent-japanese-in-your-dreams.html' title='Dreaming in Japanese'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/2162463005016098536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/04/dreaming-in-japanese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/2162463005016098536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/2162463005016098536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/04/dreaming-in-japanese.html' title='Dreaming in Japanese'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-4172678517408569230</id><published>2010-03-08T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:56:31.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just becoming more and more relaxed until he was gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I found this to be such a beautiful memorial that I decided to re-blog the entire dream (which is not the entire blog entry).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sherrisreadingjubilee.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S5W2lEX2NGI/AAAAAAAAABk/UzbLiT7dGLs/s400/Ornamental.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- photo credit: Sherri (on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sherrisreadingjubilee.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sherrisreadingjubilee.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It has been sunny for five days now. Last night I had a dream in which Harry the dog was old, and he went to sleep in the sunshine out by the end of the driveway, lying on his side, totally relaxed and warm, and he gently and peacefully died there in his sleep, just becoming more and more relaxed until he was gone. In the dream I was in the living room, and when I looked out the window, I saw that my father, who loved flowers, had planted rows of ornamental grasses and cabbages at the end of the driveway there, and then had erected this huge and really ornate and very implausible bird house condominium contraption as well. In the dream, EG said to me, "He knew about Harry, and didn't want you to be sad every time you looked out there."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The dreamer is a college professor, married for seventeen years. She is mom to three kids and lives with three labrador retrievers, two rabbits, and two cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-4172678517408569230?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://munchkinmom.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-night-i-had-dream.html' title='Just becoming more and more relaxed until he was gone.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/4172678517408569230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-found-this-to-be-such-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/4172678517408569230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/4172678517408569230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-found-this-to-be-such-beautiful.html' title='Just becoming more and more relaxed until he was gone.'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S5W2lEX2NGI/AAAAAAAAABk/UzbLiT7dGLs/s72-c/Ornamental.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-9186882103297335654</id><published>2010-03-06T19:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:37:19.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A dress darker than black ... a void of space to be worn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maria D'Isidoro writes about a dream involving a dressmaker who works the loom with spider legs. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I  dreamt of the dress shop the next night. It was night in the train car  and lights burned low in the old fashioned sconces. I pulled the scarves  apart, as I’d done a few days before, and stepped in. The incense was  thicker; I would’ve chocked on it if it weren’t a dream. The shop keeper  was there, too. I had been right to compare her to a spider before.  From behind her, long, hairy spokes flexed in the air. They looked like  giant tarantula legs. After a minute, I realized that they were sticking  out of her back.&lt;i&gt; Hide the deadly black tarantula.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;She  was seated at a loom in the corner. &lt;a href="http://mariameeps.blogspot.com/2010/03/fin-and-seamstress.html"&gt;... more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Maria D'Isidoro writes her very unusual and interesting blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mariameeps.blogspot.com/" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"The Box"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; in Baltimore, Maryland.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-9186882103297335654?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mariameeps.blogspot.com/2010/03/fin-and-seamstress.html' title='A dress darker than black ... a void of space to be worn'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/9186882103297335654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/03/dress-darker-than-black-void-of-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/9186882103297335654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/9186882103297335654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/03/dress-darker-than-black-void-of-space.html' title='A dress darker than black ... a void of space to be worn'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-1717943733208726644</id><published>2010-03-05T07:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:28:57.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful, fat, deep red tomatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melissa Greene had a dream about tomatoes and describes it on her blog "&lt;a href="http://gettotheinside.blogspot.com/"&gt;Get to the Inside&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S5D4wRM6_ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/zX6qxk5lHVU/s1600-h/black_cherry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S5D4wRM6_ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/zX6qxk5lHVU/s320/black_cherry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am struck by how many of these darned tomatoes I actually have. I begin plucking them from the vines and realize they are real gems. Some are fat and deep red, others are smaller and perfect. They vary in shade and size, but they all seem wonderful to me. &lt;a href="http://gettotheinside.blogspot.com/2010/03/selling-myself-short.html"&gt;... more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894198889834343321" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Melissa Greene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;, LPC-MHSP, is a native Tennesseean, married with two children. She works as a Licensed Professional Counselor, providing treatment to adults, children, and their families. Melissa specializes in trauma and addictions. She is also a songwriter and poet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-1717943733208726644?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://gettotheinside.blogspot.com/2010/03/selling-myself-short.html' title='Wonderful, fat, deep red tomatoes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/1717943733208726644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/03/wonderful-fat-deep-red-tomatoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/1717943733208726644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/1717943733208726644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/03/wonderful-fat-deep-red-tomatoes.html' title='Wonderful, fat, deep red tomatoes'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S5D4wRM6_ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/zX6qxk5lHVU/s72-c/black_cherry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-2367747606073251001</id><published>2010-02-27T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:46:48.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl told me that it cost $2001 to use that bathroom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dawn Meehan, author of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0824947479"&gt;"Because I said so... And Other Tales from a Less-Than-Perfect Parent,"&lt;/a&gt; had a dream in which she could not find a toilet. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sapphir3blu3/2741649125/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="'Don at a Pay Toilet', by Sapphire blue, sapphir3blu3 on Flickr" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4k9oELGYpI/AAAAAAAAABU/tyv774V1DdU/s320/PayToilet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dreamt that I needed to pee, but I  couldn't find a bathroom anywhere. Everywhere I went, the bathrooms were  full and people were waiting to use them. At one point, my friend Julie  and I met another mutual friend's mom. For some reason, she was a  little old lady (in real life, she is not a little old lady). This  sweet, little old lady looked like she should be baking or knitting or  sitting in a rocking chair with a shawl about her shoulders regaling the  younguns with tales from days of yore.  Instead, she sat at a table  talking to us and dropping f-bombs that shocked the heck out of me and  Julie. She told me it was good I was getting divorced so I could marry  Doug. (I have no idea who Doug is in real life.)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://mom2my6pack.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-find-bathroom.html"&gt;... more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mom2my6pack.blogspot.com/" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Because I Said So"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; is "The Offical Blog of Author and Mom Blogger Dawn Meehan."&amp;nbsp; The dream goes on for several more paragraphs and has 30 comments so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-2367747606073251001?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mom2my6pack.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-find-bathroom.html' title='A girl told me that it cost $2001 to use that bathroom.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/2367747606073251001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/girl-told-me-that-it-cost-2001-to-use.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/2367747606073251001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/2367747606073251001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/girl-told-me-that-it-cost-2001-to-use.html' title='A girl told me that it cost $2001 to use that bathroom.'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4k9oELGYpI/AAAAAAAAABU/tyv774V1DdU/s72-c/PayToilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-6975971618192060391</id><published>2010-02-24T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T07:01:32.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pizza Guy is a Vampire</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heather, writing on "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://mhjinich.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inich ... Like Spinach!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;" asks if you have ever had one those kind of dreams that just stay with you AFTER you’ve woken up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was walking to my car, trying to get away from someone that&amp;nbsp;night and passed a pizza man and stole his pizza.&amp;nbsp;(the delivery guy was the guy that&amp;nbsp;was behind the registers at Big Lots&amp;nbsp;a few times..we’ve chatted and his nice.)&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I told him I was the new delivery person and said I’d deliver it.&amp;nbsp; But had no intention of doing so.&amp;nbsp; I only wanted to get away from whomever was following me.  &lt;a href="http://mhjinich.wordpress.com/2010/02/23/ever-have-one-of-those/"&gt;... more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;H&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;eather is an Air Force veteran, photography buff, full time working Mom and wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-6975971618192060391?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mhjinich.wordpress.com/2010/02/23/ever-have-one-of-those/' title='The Pizza Guy is a Vampire'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/6975971618192060391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/pizza-guy-is-vampire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/6975971618192060391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/6975971618192060391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/pizza-guy-is-vampire.html' title='The Pizza Guy is a Vampire'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-7913417389668274726</id><published>2010-02-20T19:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:33:37.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>President Bush in a bar doodling on a napkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A dream about meeting George W. and Dick Cheney (and the dreamer did not get shot in the face):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Last night I dreamt that Bessie and I ran into former President Bush in a bar. &amp;nbsp;He was drinking a highball and doodling on a napkin. &amp;nbsp;Bessie asked for his autograph and he gave her the doodled napkin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;We then ended up having dinner with Dubya, Barbara Walters, and Dick Cheney.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;... more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The blogger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654573008006116939"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;, lives in Michigan and blogs about his life (and his dreams) at "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://morgenfiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's a Blog Eat Blog World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-7913417389668274726?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://morgenfiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-i-didnt-get-shot-in-face.html' title='President Bush in a bar doodling on a napkin'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/7913417389668274726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/president-bush-in-bar-doodling-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/7913417389668274726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/7913417389668274726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/president-bush-in-bar-doodling-on.html' title='President Bush in a bar doodling on a napkin'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-7017673969622695019</id><published>2010-02-19T21:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:16:39.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Avatar' Director James Cameron on dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The director of 'Avatar', James Cameron, was interviewed by Terry Gross for &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=123810319"&gt;Fresh Air on Feb. 18&lt;/a&gt; and had interesting things to say about dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A lot of the imagery in "Avatar" comes from dreams that I've had over  time. I can remember distinctly having a dream in college of a glowing,  bioluminescent forest and getting up and very quickly sketching it with  oil pastels, trying to get the colors down, trying to get, you know,  what I had imagined in the dream down on paper and feeling this great  sense that I hadn't succeeded. It just was this ugly thing. It wasn't  what I had seen in the dream.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So, you know, part of  I think  that's part of what drives a lot of artists is dream imagery and the  kind of subconscious associations that happen in dreams.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I know  the &lt;b&gt;surrealist artists strongly believed that their mission was to  translate to the canvas images they'd had in dreams without any attempt  to analyze or mediate them&lt;/b&gt; and that that was kind of their ethos, and I  kind of adopted a little bit of that when I was making "Avatar." I  thought, you know, if I like an image, I'm going to put it in the movie,  and Im not going to try to justify it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So, you know, you see  floating mountains in the film. They're never explained. Now, I happened  to have, you know, sort of reverse-engineered a scientific explanation  of how those mountains float, but every time I tried to shoehorn it into  the movie, I just found that it was unnecessary explanation. People  would accept that they had been transported to this amazing place where  the rules were different, and it was okay for mountains to float. And it  turned out that that technical explanation was completely unnecessary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The dream curator values blog posts that translate into words images from dreams without any attempt to analyze or mediate them. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-7017673969622695019?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.npr.org/templates/transcript/transcript.php?storyId=123810319' title='&apos;Avatar&apos; Director James Cameron on dreams'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/7017673969622695019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/avatar-director-james-cameron-on-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/7017673969622695019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/7017673969622695019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/avatar-director-james-cameron-on-dreams.html' title='&apos;Avatar&apos; Director James Cameron on dreams'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-2794132482825548517</id><published>2010-02-13T01:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:16:18.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouser Press: Dreams of being with rock stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Last night I dreamt of Jane Wiedlin", one thread on a forum at Trouser Press, includes many dreams by rock fans about being with rock stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I had a dream that I was tarring a roof with Lux and Ivy from The Cramps. I fell off the roof and onto another version of the same roof ... over and over and over. Until I woke up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.trouserpress.com/forum/read.php?f=1&amp;amp;i=25983&amp;amp;t=25983"&gt;... more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Trouser Press, online at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://trouserpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;TrouserPress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; since 2002, began with the contents of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Trouser Press Record Guides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;, highly opinionated review books of alternative rock. &amp;nbsp;It includes reviews, a message board, merchandise, and a forum where readers post their dreams. &amp;nbsp;This one was posted by HollowbodyKay. &amp;nbsp;There are others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-2794132482825548517?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.trouserpress.com/forum/read.php?f=1&amp;i=25983&amp;t=25983' title='Trouser Press: Dreams of being with rock stars'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/2794132482825548517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/trouser-press-dreams-of-rock-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/2794132482825548517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/2794132482825548517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/trouser-press-dreams-of-rock-stars.html' title='Trouser Press: Dreams of being with rock stars'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-1480417746305036646</id><published>2010-02-10T08:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:08:06.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Italian drinking tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Riley LaShea, blogging as "Random Riley", asks "What exactly is the meaning of a dream in which an Italian is drinking  tea?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I was at my Aunt Mary’s house (my real great aunt). But Aunt Mary’s  house wasn’t Aunt Mary’s house. Her real house is an old two-story with  lots of dark wood and antique fixtures. The dream house was a  three-story house with the same dark wood and antique fixtures, but  everything was far grander. The entire house just oozed Victorian beauty  and charm. ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I like this part:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/14189997/Laura+Pausini+lp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/14189997/Laura+Pausini+lp.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The sunlight shone upon her, giving her an ethereal glow… and making her  hair look oh so shiny. She leaned against the counter and sipped her  tea, carrying on a conversation with me in both English and Italian,  which I amazingly understood.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.rileylashea.com/blog/2010/02/03/i-had-a-dream/"&gt;... more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Riley LaShea is a writer (which seems clear enough from this sample).&amp;nbsp; You can learn more at &lt;a href="http://www.rileylashea.com/about.htm"&gt;rileylashea.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-1480417746305036646?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rileylashea.com/blog/2010/02/03/i-had-a-dream/' title='An Italian drinking tea'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/1480417746305036646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/italian-drinking-tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/1480417746305036646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/1480417746305036646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/italian-drinking-tea.html' title='An Italian drinking tea'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-6736025613157391781</id><published>2010-02-09T06:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:17:29.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But I Was Dreaming: Teaching Sculpting Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I Was Dreaming: Feb. 7, 2010:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;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.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02072010.html"&gt;... more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/"&gt;But I Was Dreaming&lt;/a&gt;  posts  several dreams each day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This anxiety dream seems very real to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-6736025613157391781?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/02072010.html' title='But I Was Dreaming: Teaching Sculpting Class'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/6736025613157391781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/but-i-was-dreaming-teaching-scultping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/6736025613157391781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/6736025613157391781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/but-i-was-dreaming-teaching-scultping.html' title='But I Was Dreaming: Teaching Sculpting Class'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-7271076454255930911</id><published>2010-02-08T06:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:49:04.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But I Was Dreaming: Chaotic Vignettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;But I Was Dreaming: Jan. 7, 2010:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/01072010_07.html"&gt;... more&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But I Was Dreaming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  posts several dreams each day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This set of chaotic vignettes was published a month ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-7271076454255930911?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/01072010_07.html' title='But I Was Dreaming: Chaotic Vignettes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/7271076454255930911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/but-i-was-dreaming-chaotic-vignettes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/7271076454255930911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/7271076454255930911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/but-i-was-dreaming-chaotic-vignettes.html' title='But I Was Dreaming: Chaotic Vignettes'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-4833302315421683151</id><published>2010-02-07T22:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:14:42.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple dream, hoping to change things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew Wilding had a dream, and she was in it, and he was in it with her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was at a house I recognized as my Mother's house from years ago, even  though in retrospect it wasn't. It felt like the late 1990s or early  2000s. When I set my bike to the side of the house and went upstairs, I  asked my mom what the date was, and she told me it was March 3rd. I then  asked the year. "2007." &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://wetalkthetalk.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-night-i-had-dream-and-you-were-in.html"&gt;... more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Matt Wilding is a Boston-based comedic writer and performer, but this dream is more profound than funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-4833302315421683151?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://wetalkthetalk.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-night-i-had-dream-and-you-were-in.html' title='A simple dream, hoping to change things'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/4833302315421683151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/simple-dream-hoping-to-change-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/4833302315421683151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/4833302315421683151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/simple-dream-hoping-to-change-things.html' title='A simple dream, hoping to change things'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-5510432162472919245</id><published>2010-02-05T20:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:21:19.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>robertlanglondon: A horse that charmed the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;robertlanglondon:  I had a dream when i was in Paris.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It last 3 hours and never felt so  real.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkzezN9k30g/S2rv_GDPbsI/AAAAAAAABt0/74RC1p8OSus/s1600/AY21390722AUSTRALIA-Misty.W.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkzezN9k30g/S2rv_GDPbsI/AAAAAAAABt0/74RC1p8OSus/s200/AY21390722AUSTRALIA-Misty.W.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I had a dream ... about a horse that charmed the world.&lt;br /&gt;This  horse could only be communicated through the internet and with this it started seducing everyone.&lt;br /&gt;It managed to do this to my friend and she fell in lust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://robertlanglondon.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-had-dream.html"&gt;...  more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;robertlang, 27, is &lt;strike&gt;into fashion&lt;/strike&gt; a runway fashion photographer and writes about his dreams on &lt;a href="http://robertlanglondon.blogspot.com/"&gt;robertlanglondon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-5510432162472919245?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://robertlanglondon.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-had-dream.html' title='robertlanglondon: A horse that charmed the world'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/5510432162472919245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/robertlanglondon-horse-that-charmed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/5510432162472919245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/5510432162472919245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/robertlanglondon-horse-that-charmed.html' title='robertlanglondon: A horse that charmed the world'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkzezN9k30g/S2rv_GDPbsI/AAAAAAAABt0/74RC1p8OSus/s72-c/AY21390722AUSTRALIA-Misty.W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-5558318767343927188</id><published>2010-02-02T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:00:00.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But I Was Dreaming: Underwater with a Large Alligator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I Was Dreaming: February 1, 2010:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;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;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/"&gt;But I Was Dreaming&lt;/a&gt; posts several dreams each day.&amp;nbsp; They are anonymous, but with some information about the dreamer, in this case, female, Age 50, USA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-5558318767343927188?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://butiwasdreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-from-february-1-2010_9724.html' title='But I Was Dreaming: Underwater with a Large Alligator'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/5558318767343927188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/but-i-was-dreaming-underwater-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/5558318767343927188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/5558318767343927188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/but-i-was-dreaming-underwater-with.html' title='But I Was Dreaming: Underwater with a Large Alligator'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-5521961493067161537</id><published>2010-02-01T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:00:52.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Log: the Dolphin in the Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Dragon's Eye View - Dream Log: the Dolphin in the Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The dream got interesting when the setting shifted slightly. I don't normally dream "in furry", but at some point, the PoV character became an anthropomorphic dolphin named Jan, and the meeting room/convention hall was now underwater -- and had been for a very long time. Kelp was now a significant part of the decor.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jan was still in contact with the same mad scientist, though, via radio or more esoteric means, and was still on the way to his office/lab/whatever. Now, however, she had to leave the Deeps to go to the surface world -- and the passage had a Guardian.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The guardian was an anthropomorphic white tiger &lt;a href="http://athelind.livejournal.com/405664.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;... more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This dream was selected from athelind.livejournal.com ("Your Obedient Serpent, The Boojum Snark")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://athelind.livejournal.com/405664.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-5521961493067161537?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://athelind.livejournal.com/405664.html' title='Dream Log: the Dolphin in the Library'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/5521961493067161537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/dream-log-dolphin-in-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/5521961493067161537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/5521961493067161537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/02/dream-log-dolphin-in-library.html' title='Dream Log: the Dolphin in the Library'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-125769979018207546</id><published>2010-01-31T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:03:18.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus</title><content type='html'>Since this blog will be devoted to dreams it is odd to start with a movie, but The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus was in many ways the inspiration for this blog.&amp;nbsp; After seeing the movie I had vivid dreams for a week.&amp;nbsp; If you enjoy your dreams, see the film.&amp;nbsp; It exploits computer graphics to render dream sequences in the most amazing ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFxqw0jbC2Y&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFxqw0jbC2Y&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-125769979018207546?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.needcoffee.com/doctor-parnassus/' title='The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/125769979018207546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/01/imaginarium-of-dr-parnassus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/125769979018207546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/125769979018207546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/01/imaginarium-of-dr-parnassus.html' title='The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400638188430116027.post-4441433300845976634</id><published>2010-01-31T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:53:31.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Curated Online</title><content type='html'>From Freud to Dali to shamans to your own bed at night, dreams are engaging, but outside of our normal life, and too soon forgotten.  This blog will be devoted to presenting interesting dreams that have been described online.  If you would like to submit a feed, or a single dream, write to dreamcurator at gmail.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400638188430116027-4441433300845976634?l=dreamscurated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/feeds/4441433300845976634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-curated-online.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/4441433300845976634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400638188430116027/posts/default/4441433300845976634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscurated.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-curated-online.html' title='Dreams Curated Online'/><author><name>Dream Curator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278571739931958543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgHr1rC0r2Y/S4CA0mwWBPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DfGO_OE7YaM/S220/DC-logo-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
