<?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-4328304147757308474</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:40:33.135-04:00</updated><category term='chest'/><category term='calendar'/><category term='dad'/><category term='dream journal'/><category term='path'/><category term='nightmare'/><category term='new surroundings'/><category term='boys'/><category term='kathy'/><category term='twins'/><category term='high society'/><category term='wedding cake'/><category term='rat'/><category term='eye'/><category term='peeling'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='knives'/><category term='stolen'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='burglary'/><category 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term='mouth'/><category term='hospital'/><category term='busy street'/><category term='pencil'/><category term='wasps'/><category term='bath'/><category term='secret'/><category term='strange'/><category term='institution'/><category term='elevator'/><category term='gun'/><category term='toy store'/><category term='mirror'/><category term='clocks'/><category term='blood'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='treatment'/><category term='museum'/><category term='police'/><category term='bully'/><category term='couch'/><category term='Boston'/><category term='backyard'/><category term='ex-boyfriend'/><category term='nightmares'/><category term='computer'/><category term='murder'/><category term='assissination plot'/><category term='co-workers'/><category term='missing rides'/><category term='fever'/><category term='coins'/><category term='leaks'/><category term='highschool'/><category term='sister'/><category term='ceiling'/><category term='family crises'/><category term='horror movie'/><category term='bars'/><category term='name change'/><category term='tattoo'/><category term='plants'/><category term='surfboards'/><category term='hands'/><category term='toenails'/><category term='blueberries'/><category term='blog'/><category term='toys'/><category term='time'/><category term='fighting'/><category term='carrie'/><category term='supervisor'/><category term='florida'/><category term='murders'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='running'/><category term='skin'/><category term='embarrass'/><category term='blame'/><category term='pillows'/><title type='text'>In Bed With Kaz</title><subtitle type='html'>A dream/nightmare journal</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-4010976734539678114</id><published>2010-10-08T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:43:24.224-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new surroundings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burglary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public transit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing rides'/><title type='text'>More Weirdness</title><content type='html'>Last night I had some rather strange dreams again. It seems that most of my recent dreams include apartment scenes from various apartment or housing situations. Last night is an example of such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dream was about my new apartment in which it had been broken into and various things had been stolen. First my DVDs were stolen and then on a second occasion, my television and computer were stolen. The odd thing about the items getting stolen is that the burglar left my Blackberry and replaced the television with a very old model and also left a lamp behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the police in the dream but after 4 hours they still had not showed up. Various people were in my apartment though and I was trying to discover how the buglar got inside my apartment because there was no signs of how they broke in. I ended up discovering it was through a window in which the pane had been loose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't really an ending to this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second dream was in yet another apartment. I was with a few other people in an apartment. They were scared because they saw a rat and were afraid that it would bite their small child. The rat was hiding inside a rolled up rug and I helped to get him out. The people were alarmed when I picked up the rat and showed that it had no interest in biting me, but actually was kind of affectionate. I think that this dream was influenced by the mouse that frequents my office. I am attempting to catch him using a Havahart trap and am hoping to keep him as a pet. My office however, has set several traps to kill it including those super inhumane sticky paper traps as well as the traditional mouse trap with fake cheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A third dream involved drinking in the Boston area, friends, some odd holiday, and modes of transportation. I was trying to get to various bars though I am not really sure why. Some friends who are not in the Boston area were in my dream and they resided in the Boston area in my dream. I kept missing buses and trains I was trying to ride in the dream as well. Oddness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fourth dream that I remember involved family. We were in some type of family situation and my Grandmother was in the dream. My Grandma has vascular dementia in real life and that was also present in the dream. At certain points I was trying to help her when she was unsure of her surroundings. At some point I was trying to help her take a shower. I dunno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, lots of dreams last night even though some of the details are not there. What do you guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-4010976734539678114?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4010976734539678114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-weirdness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/4010976734539678114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/4010976734539678114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-weirdness.html' title='More Weirdness'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-4673342672077013878</id><published>2010-10-07T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T13:35:31.210-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconscious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='co-workers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hacker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange'/><title type='text'>Lack of Sleep + Outside Influences = Weirdness</title><content type='html'>Well last night's dreams sure were interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can piece together some of the outside influences though, which is actually rare for me. Since I didn't have time to write everything down when I first woke up, there are some details that I have forgotten. I am also not sure about the timing of the dreams, things seemed to jump all over the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dream had something horrible happen on a Monday night. Things only got worse on Tuesday and by Wednesday I was having frequent panic attacks and was pretty much useless. Part of this dream took place at work. One of the bad things that had happened was that I had my accounts hacked and had all sorts of compromised information. (This is related to a friend whose email was hacked.) In the dream, my bosses and co-workers were in general very understanding. They started to get a little annoyed with my anxiety over things though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point I had escaped the building to go eat thinking it was lunch time when it was actually three hours earlier than I thought. My clocks were all wrong. My watch showed a different time than my computer and so on. A co-worker purposefully set a clock ahead and tried to make me think I was late to my therapy appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work dream seemed to last forever and had all sorts of mini-stories included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One mini-story was that a friend's&amp;nbsp;picture had been taken on her in her bra and underwear&amp;nbsp;and sent throughout the office and possibly farther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another was that there was some poisonous foods in a museum/shopping center that were&amp;nbsp;causing people to fall into a sleep of sorts as if they were gassed. Me and a guy (not sure who he was...not from anyone I know)&amp;nbsp;were trying to track down the guy responsible. This was&amp;nbsp;influenced by an episode of NCIS I had watched before going to bed in which a gas was emitted into a school and made everyone&amp;nbsp;sleep. He he, one of the guilty foods was this weird long meaty item and when&amp;nbsp;we asked the chef, it was a Sumo wrestler's penis, ha ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point I was in an elevator trying to escape something and the elevator was going all over the place and eventually came detached from the building completely, sliding across the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;unconsciousness reappeared again in the office setting. People&amp;nbsp;on one half of the floor were dropping and I was trying to get some help to carry them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dream had me and yet another co-worker in&amp;nbsp;a park of some sort. I was enjoying the beautiful day and beautiful scenery and then I noticed a gorgeous exotic looking bird. The bird was blue with yellow, orange&amp;nbsp;and green. The bird flew down to&amp;nbsp;me and at some point switched from this bird into an owl. The owl started talking to me and followed me over to where my co-worker was standing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I remember. Strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-4673342672077013878?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4673342672077013878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/lack-of-sleep-outside-influences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/4673342672077013878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/4673342672077013878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/lack-of-sleep-outside-influences.html' title='Lack of Sleep + Outside Influences = Weirdness'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-3323006996644902274</id><published>2010-09-04T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T19:57:49.601-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='path'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murders'/><title type='text'>Recent Dreams/Nightmares</title><content type='html'>A few days ago &lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I had a dream where I was trying to get  somewhere, apparently treatment in this dream, but I kept getting lost. I  couldn't get on the right path. I couldn't catch whatever bus or train I  needed to. In general, I was completely lost. I would ask people how to  get to such-and-such and they would lead me in the right direction,  only to have me screw it up by getting turned around once any direction  or street change needed to be taken. Somehow I ended up at my parents'  house. My Mom was furious at me for continually having such situations.  She agreed to take me to work (not the location I initially dreamed.)  Various little things kept this from happening though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up I realized I was dreaming about being late and being unable to get anywhere because I was late to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Then last night I had a nightmare. It involved murders, twins, and being captured. I can't really explain the story though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Last night I also had a dream where I was in my extremely messy apartment (like it is now) and all of a sudden there were leaks in the ceiling in random places. I was wondering where the leaks were coming from and how to get them to stop. I also was scared to let the building manager know because of the mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-3323006996644902274?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3323006996644902274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/recent-dreamsnightmares.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/3323006996644902274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/3323006996644902274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/recent-dreamsnightmares.html' title='Recent Dreams/Nightmares'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-6861282768201438269</id><published>2010-08-25T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:04:11.260-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family crises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treatment'/><title type='text'>It's Been Quite a While</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the long absence. I haven't been writing my dreams down at all lately. I know that most of April, May, June, and July were filled with dreams that involved treatment for eating disorders, various forms of housing, and family crises. I know the reason for the treatment dreams. I was not doing well at all in regards to my eating disorder. I think my&amp;nbsp;subconscious knew I needed more intensive care long before I was ready to face it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the other themes, I have not a clue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will start recording my dreams more now that things have calmed down some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-6861282768201438269?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6861282768201438269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-been-quite-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/6861282768201438269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/6861282768201438269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-been-quite-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been Quite a While'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-2048983159699316579</id><published>2010-02-23T15:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:50:31.476-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fighting'/><title type='text'>Fighting</title><content type='html'>The other day I slept for quite a few hours and had a few dreams. The dreams all had one thing that tied them together though...fighting. I was fighting someone physically in each of the dreams! I am not sure what this means...maybe I feel like I am struggling against others? Maybe I am fighting against myself? Maybe I am keeping anger inside and this is my way of getting it out? Any insight people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and for those who don't know, my other blog has moved to &lt;a href="http://kaz-tastrophe.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-2048983159699316579?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2048983159699316579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2010/02/fighting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/2048983159699316579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/2048983159699316579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2010/02/fighting.html' title='Fighting'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-5501456725194024973</id><published>2010-01-21T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:42:56.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backyard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='closet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolphin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bully'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Bullies and Dolphins</title><content type='html'>So last night I dreamt that I was hiding in my closet from a bully. I could see him through a small hole in the door. I was also a boy apparently. He was trying to get me to come out of the closet but I knew that there would be repricussions for doing so. Then all of a sudden he had to leave and go home and invited me to join him the next day in his backyard. I did that and he made fun of the fact that I was afraid of the wasps around. I kept having to run from the wasps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suddenly in my Mom's backyard. I wqas looking around at things, realizing I shouldn't have been afraid when a dolphin came up the driveway. It was obviously in need of water. I mentioned getting the hose but my Mom said it would need salt water and that she would go gather supplies and would be right back. As I was wetting the dolphin with fresh water,  waiting for my Mom to return, a cat came up to the dolphin and licked it, giving it a bath. The dolphin then licked the cat back. Then my alarm woke me up so who knows what would have happened with the dolphin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-5501456725194024973?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5501456725194024973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/bullies-and-dolphins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/5501456725194024973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/5501456725194024973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/bullies-and-dolphins.html' title='Bullies and Dolphins'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-1373457360725353487</id><published>2009-12-25T11:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:04:25.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chainsaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knives'/><title type='text'>Me? Singing? Yeah, right!</title><content type='html'>Last night was filled with dreams and a few nightmares.  One involved me in high school or something, trying to get in with the popular girls. It even had me on stage singing! Anyone who knows me knows I do not sing in front of anyone, so that was rather hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare that just KEPT reoccurring was about people making a horror movie...but damn it was scary. Chainsaws, knives, etc were used. I think I was IN the horror movie, but it still scared me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-1373457360725353487?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1373457360725353487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-singing-yeah-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/1373457360725353487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/1373457360725353487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-singing-yeah-right.html' title='Me? Singing? Yeah, right!'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-960111643297274244</id><published>2009-06-28T19:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:06:49.873-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surfboards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blueberries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>6/28/2009 (Nap Dreams)</title><content type='html'>I always seem to dream when I nap...I had a few today, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to cross this busy street. There were cars coming by but when an opening became available, I started to cross and made it to the other side. As soon as I made it to the other side, I noticed another person, just walking out into the road. One time they had a kid with them and just expected the cars to slam on their brakes. It was as if they (not sure whether it was male or female) just wanted to almost cause an accident. Then for some odd reason I was crossing the same street again, not to the side I began on though...I was already back there. I crossed and the same person went out into the middle of the street with a large amount of what looked like surfboards. They took one of the surfboards out and was holding it kind of like a barrier to their body expect it was horizontal, not vertical. A car came and when the car tried to swerve to miss the person, the person moved too (angrily)...which led to the surfboard hitting the front on the car. It was if it was the person's intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another I was making a cake. A wedding cake for my sister. I don't bake often and I have never attempted to make a cake so that is just weird. Anyway, there was someone with me. I knew them to be a good friend but they are not any of the friends I have past or present. Anyway, there was something about putting blueberries into the cake...not sure why. The cake itself was 3 tiers of chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at my Mom's on the couch. There was a younger boy sitting on one end, my Mom sitting on the other end, and me in the middle. There was this other boy who I felt uneasy about, distaste for, etc who wanted to sit too. He seemed full of anger. He ended up just standing and screaming at something on the TV (a video game maybe?) I didn't feel well, I felt horrible actually. I looked down and my sister's dog, Angel, was looking up at me and started nudging me with her nose...then place her nose on my neck. She was much younger in the dream than she is in real life. I told my Mom I wasn't feeling well, and that I might have a fever. She asked if I wanted her to get the germless thermometer. I said yes and looked at Angel more. My Mom also made a comment on Angel's affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dream taking place at my Mom's house. This time I was telling her that I had a dream that my sister was getting married or something. My Mom said she wasn't getting married. I said that the dream seemed real. My Mom explained that while my sister wasn't getting married, she was changing her name somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is it...I slept for an hour and got 4 dreams. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-960111643297274244?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/960111643297274244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/6282009-nap-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/960111643297274244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/960111643297274244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/6282009-nap-dreams.html' title='6/28/2009 (Nap Dreams)'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-8902144630087491556</id><published>2009-06-18T11:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:27:49.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toy store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Re-Occurring Location</title><content type='html'>So lately I seem to be having dreams where part of them take place in a toy store. I always go in with a specific need, or desire I guess since most people don't NEED toys, but I end up getting distracted or side-tracked by other toys, other knick-knacks. Lately the toy store has been the exact same, with the same mission ending up not being accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-8902144630087491556?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8902144630087491556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/re-occurring-location.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/8902144630087491556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/8902144630087491556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/re-occurring-location.html' title='Re-Occurring Location'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-1724206400727046012</id><published>2009-06-10T20:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:13:42.066-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='institution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><title type='text'>Nightmare 06/10/09</title><content type='html'>Damn Prazosin didn't keep this one away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my room. I know it was my room but it looked nothing like a room I had before, it looked more institutionalized. There was a long rectangular mirror to my right, set up landscape style. There was another girl with me. I knew something was wrong. I kept asking her if this was real, if she was real. She said yes, she is real. I asked if I could kiss her. We kissed, but as I glanced over at the mirror, there was no girl, but there was blood everywhere, splattered about. It was splattered on me as well. I appeared to be wearing a white gown (kind of hospital-looking.) I looked at the floor, trying to figure out what I did. I saw a puddle of blood seeping into my room from another room. In the dream, I knew the room to be my Mother's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and that is all I remember from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-1724206400727046012?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1724206400727046012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/nightmare-061009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/1724206400727046012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/1724206400727046012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/nightmare-061009.html' title='Nightmare 06/10/09'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-4008495248030078892</id><published>2009-06-06T15:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:36:56.437-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pillows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Pillows?</title><content type='html'>The other night I had a dream about needing to buy towels and pillows (maybe my mind was holding onto the hope of moving in with a friend sometime.) I remember I was buying green towels and I was looking for brown toss pillows...just as I had found the pillows though, someone or something interrupted me. The dream ended there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, not my best, but hey, at least it is SOMETHING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-4008495248030078892?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4008495248030078892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/pillows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/4008495248030078892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/4008495248030078892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/pillows.html' title='Pillows?'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-4425090325221626215</id><published>2009-05-27T23:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:57:16.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>I know it has been forever since I have written about a dream here...I guess I just haven't had the patience or time (or both at times) to sit down and type while I still remember, and then before I know it *poof* they are out of my head. Well...sometimes. Anyway, I am hoping that I can start keeping up with this better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-4425090325221626215?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4425090325221626215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/oops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/4425090325221626215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/4425090325221626215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-4138916625790021696</id><published>2009-04-04T13:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:47:24.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workplace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carrie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>April 4, 2009</title><content type='html'>TONS of dreams last night. I mean really...damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend, Arielle, was in one last night, ha ha. It was about me not being able to sleep, I was so afraid that I would disturb others by snoring or something that I just couldn't let myself. I kept trying to go places where no one was, but that seemed impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had one a weird one, one that I remember bits of...a guy named Benjamin (Ben.) I knew him in the dream for a few years, there was something that he did or something that he was getting into trouble for. I was trying to explain the situation to people. Explain why he did what he did. At some point I left the class (yes, it was in a classroom-like yet work-like atmosphere) and ended up at a beach of some sort. I was trying to do something, get something, something that would help?? I just dropped into the dirt out of exhaustion from trying though. A woman (someone from work training?) was trying to help me up, I said I had to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another one involving hiding from something or someone. Me and two other girls. There was something evil/bad/scary in this deserted lot. I had opened a door and pulled on this rope to see if someone was in there...in the darkness. Someone was. It was a female I think. I shut the door as soon as I realized she/it was in there, and discovered that there was a lock at the bottom of the door. I locked her/it in. Me and the other girls ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one...I was in my parents' house. My Dad and my sister were in my dream but my Mom was nowhere to be seen. I was in the bathroom and I looked in the mirror and there were plant leaves that were growing in my mouth...they were planted at the roof of my mouth. It surprised me how many were in there and that I was even able to breathe. I kept pulling at the stems, trying to make sure I got them by the roots. There were so many leaves. One said "I love you Grandma" on it. I kept thinking I had them all, left the bathroom, had contact with my sister or my Dad and then just ended up realizing there were more. At one point my sister had posted a note in the breakfast room...a large note that was more like a banner. She had just seen the movie &lt;i&gt;Carrie&lt;/i&gt; and was asking about the character's red hair (which actually isn't the case in the movie but in the dream it was.) She was asking how the director must have felt using someone with red hair when Carrie didn't really have red hair. I explained that the movie was a work of fiction and that Carrie's character wasn't based on anyone real. My Dad disagreed and said that it was based on someone in real life. He said a name but I don't remember it. I said that I would look it up online but that I disagreed. I went back to the bathroom and realized there were a few more stems of leaves to be pulled. My Dad was walking down the hallway so I thought I should show him, I tried to get him to come in but he was headed towards my room, telling me he needed to do something real quick first. I remembered in the dream that the plants probably came from this store I went to with an old co-worker from Memphis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one. It kept jumping from a movie to reality. It took place in the 70s I think. There was a poor African-American family trying to afford a place to live. A father and his 2 sons. The apartment they wanted was small, very small, but cost so much for them. There was a list of other people trying to afford these properties...all small, all inexpensive to some but sooo much to them. I remember looking at the credits, trying to figure something out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one I remember. I was at my office in Boston, although someone from my office in Memphis was there, Kathy. (Kathy was VERY intimidating to me for several reasons in Memphis...not sure if calling her a bully is fair to her.) Anyway, so I had a dream that I was supposed to take care of something, but I didn't know I was supposed to. My boss said that Kathy had told me how to do it and that I needed to do it. I explained that Kathy had not told me anything and that if she had I would have done it. I grabbed the work and stormed off to my cubicle and got it done, Kathy just looked like she was having fun watching me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-4138916625790021696?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4138916625790021696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-4-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/4138916625790021696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/4138916625790021696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-4-2009.html' title='April 4, 2009'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-8018403070787909489</id><published>2009-03-29T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:55:37.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March 29th, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I am not sure when one dream ends and the next begins to be honest, so yeah...this might be hard to follow. It might also be gruesome to some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I was in an office building or something. Someone who I was related to was living in the officer building (where there were therapists and such) but didn't tell anyone he was living there. He also was seeing a therapist. Some other guy was showing me around and telling me to not snoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow my legs were messed up. I don't remember but I think I had fallen. I had deep wounds but didn't go to the doctor about them. They kept bleeding. Globs came out of one of the wounds. My mom sewed my toe up (stitches) and told me I should have gone to the doctor and now it is my fault. Every time I would move more than a little the wounds would start bleeding again. One of the globs that came out of one of the wounds had a large blue striped stone in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a girl/woman (not myself) who was trying to piece things together about my childhood. I knew something happened because I wrote about it and found it, but I had no idea what it was. I kept having bad dreams. I was a little girl and had one, these 2 women laid down in bed with me. One of them went further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are very scattered pieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a shower that had a mix of blood and urine, I was with friends (not sure it was me though) and they turned the shower on to wash things away from the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a woman was attacked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was with a group of rather wealthy people, we went to one bar where "everyone" went to, felt uncomfortable, something happened, ended up going to another bar that felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Something with 2 gay women. They were a couple. One of them was naked and showing me how much thinner she was than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....I know I am nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-8018403070787909489?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8018403070787909489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-29th-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/8018403070787909489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/8018403070787909489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-29th-2009.html' title='March 29th, 2009'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-1685220285304131570</id><published>2009-03-24T10:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:02:53.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>March 24, 2009</title><content type='html'>Last night/this morning I had 2 dreams that I remember...one being much shorter than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream 1&lt;br /&gt;School? College. We were going to perform. It was a big deal. The president?? Something made me leave. I don’t remember what. Everyone was very angry that I left and disappeared for a little while and said I ruined it. When I got back they were taking pictures for a calendar. Karate positions? Candice was my friend apparently (I had looked at pictures of her on Facebook before I went to bed.) I missed the shooting. Zoom to me and Candice at the Mall. We were looking at calendars. There was one that features pictures from our college and we thought maybe it was ours (somehow I was going to be in it.) We both bought one. We passed a card shop and one of the security people from the performance stopped us. He wanted to talk about the performance and I sort of snapped at him saying I have heard from so many people that it is my fault and that I am sorry. He said not to worry, that the President had a meeting anyway so it wasn’t going to happen and that everyone who was there knew that. I said that I was being beaten up for disappearing, that no one told me that it was cancelled anyway. Candice and I were going to be late. We decided to go ahead and look at the calendar so we stood in a restaurant area (we were in the way) and opened it up and looked at the pictures. It was a different calendar, one showing pictures of the campus. The pictures weren’t really that great. It made us worry about how our calendar was going to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream2&lt;br /&gt;I was just falling asleep and I could hear my Mom come in my apartment. She was trying to come over to me quietly but she kept stepping on the things in the floor on the way. I was trying to wake up to see what she wanted, I was moving in slow motion, unable to really move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-1685220285304131570?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1685220285304131570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-24-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/1685220285304131570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/1685220285304131570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-24-2009.html' title='March 24, 2009'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-7878303763586366050</id><published>2009-03-17T14:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:20:38.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3/17/20009</title><content type='html'>It's been a while. I have had some dreams but most of them are pretty self-explanatory so I don't post them. Others I forget to write down and then *poof* they are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 3 dreams last night...not sure of the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream 1&lt;br /&gt;Me and a friend were watching a special on TV about this guy who broke his pinky toes on both feet on purpose. He mainly sat but he would get up and walk around to see various people who had traveled to see him. He had some sort of religious aspect to his reasons of breaking his toes but I cannot remember...and to be honest, at one point it looked more like his toes were cut off and then sewn back on but I think primarily they were "broken" on purpose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I went to see him in whatever country he was in (Middle Eastern?) and I ended up deciding to have mine done as well. It ended up making my feet look extremely odd...and it was more like I had 6 toes with 2 broken and 4 that were spread out. I remember trying to walk, it did hurt, my toes hurt but at the same time they were numb. I was trying to show people that I could still hold my balance but I would kind of lose it at one point and I blamed it on my breasts making my weight uneven, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to add that I am pretty sure I had this dream because I do have some sort of issue with my pinky toes...they are sort of numb and I don't know why...so apparently that was bothering me, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream 2&lt;br /&gt;A friend (that I am not really that close to) and I were staying at some weird old house. There was apparently rumors that it was haunted and the home owners and my friend believed that it was but I figured that while some places are truly haunted, the happenings at this place were just circumstancial and were not a "ghost" at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream 3&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered this dream! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;At one point it was kids sitting at a cafeteria table with lunch trays...some of the kids at this one table (the boys) were trying to see who could make the loudest noise by slamming their trays down on the table. One kid said that he could easily win...and for some odd reason everyone knew it was true...that this kid had some sort of ability or something. Anyway, he slams his tray down and it makes the loudest sound imaginable. The dream flashes to me and some weird house...the boom caused by the tray has let loose spiders and bugs...they are seeping out of a closet crawling towards me. I am not afraid of bugs or anything (except for wasps and hornets) but in the dream I apparently know that these will cause major damage. I start stepping on the spiders and bugs, trying to stop them. A guy is in the house with me and he is armed with a gun, he too is trying to stop the insects. At one point a LARGE stink bug is on the recliner. I warn him that it is a stink bug and that by hitting it he is going to cause a horrendous odor, but he hits it anyway and a repulsive smell emits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I remember folks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-7878303763586366050?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7878303763586366050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/31720009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/7878303763586366050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/7878303763586366050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/31720009.html' title='3/17/20009'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-3184503810306679783</id><published>2009-02-25T14:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:39:08.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex-boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supervisor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>February 24th, 2009</title><content type='html'>I am afraid this newest entry won't be as detailed or strange as the others have been. But hey, at least it is an update. For a few days I either had such bizarre dreams that I couldn't even begin to write about them or my sleep was so disrupted that I couldn't remember them at all if I had any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to the point at hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream that was work-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being in a classroom-like setting with "co-workers." I put that in quotes because my ex-boyfriend from Middle School was sitting in front of me! I haven't seen or heard from him since 8th grade (thankfully.) Anyway, the other people in the classroom I didn't really see, other than the "teacher" who was my supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to prove that I knew my job and that I was doing it correctly. I was spouting off this number that means something to my job but I am not going to bore you with all of that. Anyway, my supervisor kept insisting I was getting it wrong, and I kept insisting I was right, my ex-boyfriend looking back at me laughing. Then to my horror I realized I WAS wrong, I had inverted 2 of the numbers! I admitted my mistake, and was so terribly embarrassed. The "class" was laughing at me and I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, not quite as interesting as the others I have posted but oh well, I dream what I dream, ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-3184503810306679783?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3184503810306679783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-24th-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/3184503810306679783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/3184503810306679783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-24th-2009.html' title='February 24th, 2009'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-7762850431717541686</id><published>2009-02-21T17:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:01:24.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>Well, I had plenty of dreams that I could write about, but I am not going to do that. You might be wondering why and there are a few a reasons. One being that the TV made a difference in what I dreamed, another being the dreams were so bizarre and I know it isn't my subconscious telling me things or of it is, it is telling me that I am on crack, ha ha. But seriously, I slept too much, had the TV on, had crazy dreams, and now have a massive headache. So yeah, no updates today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-7762850431717541686?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7762850431717541686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/7762850431717541686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/7762850431717541686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-565311541949341030</id><published>2009-02-20T09:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:52:14.083-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toenails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leslie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>2/20/2009 Dreams</title><content type='html'>Not sure exactly how many dreams this actually was...2? 3? Also, I am not positive of the timing...at any rate, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one, I was in front of the TV, watching something about paint being used on people’s skin that glows, I looked down and my legs mid-calves down were “painted” it was really pretty colors and such and glowed. I thought that I didn’t want it anymore, or maybe just wanted different colors so I peeled off the “paint”. While doing so, I noticed skin that looked loose…..kind of like a claw mark that was needing to be peeled. (In the shape on an actual nail.) I peeled one, finding a toenail underneath. There were 5 more found on that leg as well. I went to get my Mom. She was angry about my peeling off the “paint” telling me that decisions are permanent. (Not sure if she thought it was a tattoo or not.) I showed her the toes that were appearing on my calf after peeling the skin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laying in bed…sensing that something big was happening. I could hear many people outside my room. I heard the door open. People came in (some of my Ohio relatives, an old priest, my Mom, etc.) I said, “What happened? I know it has to do with Grandma so what happened?” Apparently I had known that my Grandma (this is not the Grandma I am close to in real life) had disappeared. She had gone to Florida and disappeared. No one knew if she was ok or had been hurt, killed, or sold into slavery. She is an 82 year old woman who recently lost her husband. Anyway, they told me they didn’t want me to worry until they had some answers. They said that she was back, she wasn’t responding to them. It was like she was “turned off.” They wanted to see if I could get her back to herself. The house I was in was a modification of my grandma’s…her old house. Things were similar but also more modern. Anyway, I went into the living room and say her sitting on the couch. She recognized me right away and was happy to see me. She started talking to me. I asked where she had gone. She started telling me about what happened when she ran away to Florida. Apparently she used the name Leslie while there. In the dream we shared a close bond. I had known she would be back and would be ok. (Sister and Dad weren’t there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either another dream or a connection to one of the others. In a bar. Eating dinner/drinking with large amount of family…only people I recognize was my parents for sure. There was some clear alcohol and some raspberry flavored alcohol. I wanted the raspberry but it was empty (kind of a tap-like thing.) Instead I decided to sip from some of my parents’ clear drink even though I knew I wouldn’t like it…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-565311541949341030?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/565311541949341030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/2202009-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/565311541949341030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/565311541949341030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/2202009-dreams.html' title='2/20/2009 Dreams'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-2053105476785156900</id><published>2009-02-20T09:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:49:18.643-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assissination plot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elevator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pencil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shooting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Backtracking with Dreams (Dreams from 2/16/2009)</title><content type='html'>I know, strange dreams seem a bit normal for me, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream 1&lt;br /&gt;Last night/this morning I dreamed about an Uncle who had killed people in the past. It was so bizarre because it was apparently racial/ethnic related. Apparently he killed 3 people (2 were young children...babies? twins? I can't remember for sure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I stumbled across this information in the dream as his murder weapon (an old gun...not a gun person so I am not much help there...large...in a case...in pieces...needed to be put together...brown?) showed up and needed to be taken care of. It was being given to a woman closely tied in with him. People were still afraid of him in the dream yet it had become a family secret. The family (I don't know who some of them were) seemed to be acting like nothing was wrong yet at the same time knew that there could be an issue if the Uncle had found the gun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was diving into the History of what happened with the murders (I don't remember too much but I know Russia was mentioned, as in he was involved with them in committing the murders) I noticed that he seemed to be acting strangely...cold...distant. He left the house (by the way, this is my parents' house again) and I discovered that his gun had been left out. I took it to the blonde woman who was tied in with him. It had looked like it had been messed with since the last time I had seen it and I wondered if he had found it and was triggered by it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately that is all I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...weird, insane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this might just be one that doesn't mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream 2&lt;br /&gt;This dream was during a nap. It was very elaborate and LONG. Whenever I woke up from it, and fell back asleep I would be right there again. Some of the details might be fuzzy since I am just writing about this one for the first time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some elaborate plot afoot to assassinate someone. In the dream I was some girl, long hair, light brown/blondish. At any rate, me and a few other kids had stumbled on this plot to assassinate someone of great importance. The problem was, people knew we knew. I remember being in a building and having people (adults, officers, maybe agents) trying to protect us. We were trying to stop further murders from happening. At one point we seemed to be trapped in a building...there wasn't a way for me to leave, but the people who were there to protect us/me were also there. They were on the first floor. One was supposed to be obvious, the other undercover. I was in an elevator for most of, one guy somehow got to me, I remember him attacking me, and me stabbing him in the eye with a pencil. I remember having a hard time being able to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point former President Bill Clinton was there. He looked younger...not sure when this was all supposed to be taking place...the 70s??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agent undercover was talking with him...apparently Clinton was part of the assissination plot, or at least knew details others didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later it was time for me to leave in otder to gain further information. I was following some high society woman. She had an agenda for sure. She had information from who her husband was but was more in charge of the plot than he was. She was trying to get away with things and felt that nothing could hurt her. Outside of the building, she knew I was following her. A threat was made by her and she felt untouchable. The details aren't there (can't remember) but she ended up seeing someone she cared a great deal about being shot. (Another high society woman.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream jumps to me trying to make my way to her place early in the morning. I am following but no one sees. I end up making it to her place and am hiding in a closet. Her husband is telling her that maybe she has gone too far and should just stop with her plan. She refuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, *sigh* Insanity...ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-2053105476785156900?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2053105476785156900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/backtracking-with-dreams-dreams-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/2053105476785156900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/2053105476785156900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/backtracking-with-dreams-dreams-from.html' title='Backtracking with Dreams (Dreams from 2/16/2009)'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-3820516916712411233</id><published>2009-02-20T09:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:30:33.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceiling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands'/><title type='text'>Backtracking With Dreams (Old Dream from 2/10/2009)</title><content type='html'>I just thought I would post some dreams I had last night. They are very random and bizarre just to forewarn you! There were 3, and this is as much as I could remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream 1&lt;br /&gt;I was in my parents’ house and both my Mom and My Dad were there. They were talking about something when I started hearing a creaking noise. I looked at the ceiling to see a huge split appearing and getting longer and longer. All of a sudden, the ceiling collapsed. I was worried about my cat (who was a kitten in this) getting hurt and I wanted to find her but my Mom insisted she was fine and probably in a safe spot. I remember having Phoebe again at some point and looking at the fallen ceiling from the attic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream 2&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and I were at some kind of theater to watch a special show. At some point the theater ended up changing to a room with me and my Mom and other people as well. We were watching a video of something. Then it was time for people to go and I remember leaving and walking down the hall of the place, which was now a hospital. I saw a guy who I was afraid of and knew would hurt us and I ran back to the room, grabbed my Mom (who was no longer my Mom…I have no idea who this woman was) and tried to hide so that the man couldn’t find us. I had my back to the closed door (and I was male at this point?) and hands reached through the door and went through me…grabbing a child that was inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream 3&lt;br /&gt;At my parents’ house again. This is kind of a reoccurring thing, although this time it picked up from the last time I dreamed it. (And no, unfortunately I don’t remember the dream, it just feels like I have had it…which may or may not be the case at all.) Anyway, I come in the door with my Mom, my Dad is standing in the kitchen and my Mom tells him that the gold is real, and that I am sure there is more. I start heading to their bedroom and find this secret storage place under their carpet (their bedroom looks like it did before they remodeled it a few years ago…not sure if that is important.) The storage area is all wood and there is a case where the first collection of gold coins came from. I look for something underneath it and I don’t see anything but I KNOW there are silver coins as well. I look further in and I see something to the side, a little chest. I open it to see various papers on me, and what looks like a black bracelet of sorts. My Mom says, “No, no, your Dad and I have put thing in the side areas, but the bottom is where things were already.” So then it comes to me that I should be looking for a toad. So I look around for a toad and I see a wind-up toad under their dresser and grab it. I shake the toad and I hear the coins inside. I use a screw driver to open the head of the toy, but it is empty…I still hear the coins though. My Mom and I realize that the coins are in the feet of the toy and we then open that part and find 3 or 4 silver coins (although they are not really round.) It skips to a little later and My Mom and I are being interviewed. The interviewer is surprised to learn that we are not the only family that have lived in the house, that there were 3 families before us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I remember…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am kind of odd, ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-3820516916712411233?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3820516916712411233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/backtracking-with-dreams-old-dream-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/3820516916712411233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/3820516916712411233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/backtracking-with-dreams-old-dream-from.html' title='Backtracking With Dreams (Old Dream from 2/10/2009)'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328304147757308474.post-8920101551688975272</id><published>2009-02-20T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:09:56.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><title type='text'>A New Blog Emerges</title><content type='html'>Ok...I have several dreams and they are always insanely bizarre. So, I decided it was time that I devoted a new blog only to my dreams. So welcome! You should be forewarned though, my dreams are just nutty at times. They don't always mean anything, they don't always make sense, and they aren't always pleasant. I am going to try to keep the downright scary as hell ones to myself, but who knows, I might be posting them as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being, I hope you enjoy your time under the sheets with me. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328304147757308474-8920101551688975272?l=kazdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8920101551688975272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-blog-emerges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/8920101551688975272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328304147757308474/posts/default/8920101551688975272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-blog-emerges.html' title='A New Blog Emerges'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587768487420861261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foDaG2tx5M4/TLue7-ohg6I/AAAAAAAABbA/MzT6-nP4NfE/S220/october2010hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
