<?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-9159848505581527911</id><updated>2011-11-02T14:55:54.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dream    ja    vue</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>{B}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5BkxhbRRoM/TSN_EE7SZCI/AAAAAAAABe8/1DNKzsspJ20/S220/us.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159848505581527911.post-423004897512776284</id><published>2011-11-02T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:55:54.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>country club horror</title><content type='html'>it's the 70's. i'm with my best friend (who looks like me) and dad at a country club he belongs to. We're teenagers. Parents are divorced. We have long brown hair. Dad is golfing. We decide to go down to the pool. We are trying to decide if we are going to be "good girls" or not. We see a hot tub full of people and they ask us to join them. They are in their middle to late 30's and are all pretty weird (table 9). We get in the tub and they say "let's play a game, it's called #2". We realize it's a naughty game that you play with the person across the tub from you. Mine is some nasty lady. I get out of the tub and claim that I need to check in with my dad so he doesn't worry. My friend stays behind. Later I go back to our room to find my friends clothes on the floor so I assume she's been back for a bit. I see a door I didn't recognize before. A guy comes out of the door and he's bringing in power tools. I know he's going to hurt me. I try to sneak out and down the stairs. The janitor catches me and he's in on it. They drag me into the room and the guy says "do you know what a pinky promise is". I of course do, but am not sure what he means by it. He slices my pinkies with a razor blade and sews them both together. I pass out from the blood and pain. I wake up on some railroad tracks and I see my friends body. I'm pretty out of it but I manage to get up and start walking...then I wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159848505581527911-423004897512776284?l=dreamjavue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/feeds/423004897512776284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2011/11/country-club-horror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/423004897512776284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/423004897512776284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2011/11/country-club-horror.html' title='country club horror'/><author><name>{B}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5BkxhbRRoM/TSN_EE7SZCI/AAAAAAAABe8/1DNKzsspJ20/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159848505581527911.post-2010300402083343332</id><published>2011-11-02T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:48:57.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recent dreams...</title><content type='html'>We are still at the house I grew up in. My mom and sister are at the elementary school. It's 1980 something and i'm grown up and have the girls. I need to tell my mom and sis something so I leave the girls at the house and walk to the school. When I get back I know something is wrong and find 2 strange guys in the house. I don't know what has happened but the girls won't talk and i'm afraid to ask. We track down the 2 guys that have been hiding and put them on a sofa in the living room. I start slashing at the one guy with a knife. I say "maybe we should call the cops" and my dad says "no, we're going to handle this" and he shoots the other guy while we are all standing there and the kids are in the room. I think, crap...what are we going to tell their mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159848505581527911-2010300402083343332?l=dreamjavue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/feeds/2010300402083343332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2011/11/recent-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/2010300402083343332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/2010300402083343332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2011/11/recent-dreams.html' title='recent dreams...'/><author><name>{B}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5BkxhbRRoM/TSN_EE7SZCI/AAAAAAAABe8/1DNKzsspJ20/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159848505581527911.post-9004938177557229819</id><published>2011-08-30T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T11:15:24.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8-29-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f9/London_ukrainian_greek_catholic_cathedral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 321px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f9/London_ukrainian_greek_catholic_cathedral.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am walking past a beautiful Greek cathedral and I notice it's on fire. Cut to a house John and I are looking at and we go in the basement only to find hidden room after hidden room. The first area is a hallway with a craft organizing station. Next to that is a door that goes into a closet, and another closet. Back out in the hall to the left is another door and behind it is a bathroom. A giant bathroom. Except there are two beds in the bathroom. I say to John "see? this is like the bathroom I see in my dreams". (I dream about a lot of crazy bathrooms.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159848505581527911-9004938177557229819?l=dreamjavue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/feeds/9004938177557229819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2011/08/8-29-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/9004938177557229819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/9004938177557229819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2011/08/8-29-11.html' title='8-29-11'/><author><name>{B}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5BkxhbRRoM/TSN_EE7SZCI/AAAAAAAABe8/1DNKzsspJ20/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159848505581527911.post-3758267698972571307</id><published>2010-06-09T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:09:59.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this week....</title><content type='html'>in my dreams: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.war-stories.com/images/dn-tent-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;serving in Vietnam-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To dream of a war, signifies disorder and chaos in your waking life You are experiencing some internal conflict or emotional struggle which is tearing you up inside. Alternatively, the dream also indicates that you are being overly aggressive or that you are not being assertive enough. Perhaps you need to be prepared to put up a fight in some area of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://torontoist.com/attachments/toronto_jamesh/2007_08_07clown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;clowns-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have a fear or phobia of clowns, the clown may represent a mysterious person in your life who mean you harm. Somebody you know may not be who they appear to be. Or somebody may be pretending to be somebody they are not and are hiding under a facade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://image14.webshots.com/14/2/37/72/166923772OpUDnq_fs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;torn up roads/construction-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To see a road in your dream, indicates your sense of direction and pursuit of your goals. To see a winding, curvy, or bumpy road in your dream, suggests that you will encounter many obstacles and setbacks toward achieving your goals. You may be met with unexpected difficulties. To see a roadblock in your dream, signifies obstacles in your business or personal life. You may need to be more persistent and diligent in trying to overcome the obstacles that come your way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159848505581527911-3758267698972571307?l=dreamjavue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/feeds/3758267698972571307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/3758267698972571307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/3758267698972571307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-week.html' title='this week....'/><author><name>{B}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5BkxhbRRoM/TSN_EE7SZCI/AAAAAAAABe8/1DNKzsspJ20/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159848505581527911.post-7478492868692522355</id><published>2010-05-13T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:28:16.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>so many dreams since my last post...more than i can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/25/10&lt;br /&gt;Guy is stealing dads tools. He grabs a saw. I yell and chase after him, until I realize, he has a saw. He hides behind neighbors fence. Two sons with hats. They shoot at me. I'm ok. Dad comes out and shoots them. Grace falls off the stairs on the deck while carrying a tv on her back. I'm helping Lindsay plan a party for her boys birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/23/10&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing black lace up boots. Suddenly they are different shoes, one brown. I'm at work, the radio won't turn off. Building is on fire, I can hear the fire alarm. There is smoke. We leave the building. I talk to a guy, he gets in his jeep. Is it a drill or for real. Suddenly i look to the east and there is a concert going on with Ronald McDonald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/27/10&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a town i've been many times before in my dreams. I think it's the 60's or 70's. I see schools. I walk down the road. i'm trying to find an arcade that I visited in a previous dream. I ask a lady and she points me in the right direction. My family is there and I ride my scooter around. i get lots of tickets and find lots of nickels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/18/10&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a familiar street at night. I see a co-worker running past some bushes, she screams to me that they are coming. "they" are zombie vampires. Should I hide? Run? I join the vampires. The female vampires do a ritual to lure the male vamire zombies. Suddenly i'm watching tv and I see a co-worker. he's going to propose to a girl. at the last minute he turns and proposes to a male co-worker. I text everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/11/10&lt;br /&gt;I'm in another town i've been before. Maybe as a child. There is still the old chocolate store I remember. It's a mix of Bakers C&amp;amp;C and Leslie's Bakery. I love it there and feel at home...although there is some reservation. I smell the chocolate. There are no prices and I don't know if I have enough money. In the same parking lot is a pizza place I went to as a kid. I want to go there again. I had my birthday party there once, Showbiz? I am excited. Friends are around me. There are animatronic animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159848505581527911-7478492868692522355?l=dreamjavue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/feeds/7478492868692522355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/7478492868692522355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/7478492868692522355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>{B}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5BkxhbRRoM/TSN_EE7SZCI/AAAAAAAABe8/1DNKzsspJ20/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159848505581527911.post-6585758682853288588</id><published>2010-03-03T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:39:12.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-2-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.basspro.com/images/articles/KeepingLiveBait_Shrimp_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media.basspro.com/images/articles/KeepingLiveBait_Shrimp_250.jpg" border="0" /&gt; source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an aquarium. In it are shrimp, a crab, and an owl on a stump? The crab tries to get out, I get bit by the shrimp and I try to pull their legs off. I'm trying to save the owl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shrimp: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To see or eat shrimp in your dream, suggests that you are feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;overpowered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and insignificant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You feel like you want to hide from the world and be left alone for awhile.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crab: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To see a crab in your dream, signifies you perseverance and tenacity. On an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;extreme note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you maybe be too clingy and dependant and hanging on to a hopeless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;endeavor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crabs are also symbolic of your irritable personality, as in the pun, being "crabby". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;owl:&lt;/span&gt; To see an owl in your dream, symbolizes wisdom, insight and virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The owl is also synonymous with death and darkness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tree stump:&lt;/span&gt; To see a tree stump in your dream, indicates that something or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone is preventing your growth or forward progress. Alternatively, the dream may &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be a pun on "being stumped" on some problem or issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dream may be offering a solution to your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159848505581527911-6585758682853288588?l=dreamjavue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/feeds/6585758682853288588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2010/03/3-2-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/6585758682853288588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/6585758682853288588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2010/03/3-2-10.html' title='3-2-10'/><author><name>{B}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5BkxhbRRoM/TSN_EE7SZCI/AAAAAAAABe8/1DNKzsspJ20/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159848505581527911.post-3764575670389680175</id><published>2010-02-23T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:36:37.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 22, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.jambase.com/features/summerLove40/weiand/RayManzarek_Doors_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.jambase.com/features/summerLove40/weiand/RayManzarek_Doors_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm at a concert, waiting to see who it is. Then a guy comes on stage and i'm like wait that's Ray Manzarek from The Doors! Then more Ray's come on stage. I guess it's a look alike contest to announce the concert? I just keep wondering who's going to be Jim. Robby Kreiger is played by some young punk with a metal mullet wig. My mom is there and she is rocking out. She heads up to the front without me. I look behind and realize this is someone's house and there is a child's play piano. It's pink and purple. I turn it on and pretend to jam and it matches the song they are playing, "Five to One". I get nervous thinking i'm going to mess them up, but the piano keeps the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink/purple: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink represents love, joy, sweetness, happiness, affection, kindness. Purple is indicative of devotion, healing abilities, loving, kindness, and compassion. It is also the color of royalty, high rank, and dignity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To dream that you are playing a piano, indicates your quest for harmony in your life. To dream that you hear the sound of a piano, suggests harmony in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To see your mother in your dream, represents the nurturing aspect of your own character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all, i'm pretty sure this dream has NO meaning....maybe it was the frosted mini wheats before bed. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159848505581527911-3764575670389680175?l=dreamjavue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/feeds/3764575670389680175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-22-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/3764575670389680175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/3764575670389680175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-22-2010.html' title='February 22, 2010'/><author><name>{B}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5BkxhbRRoM/TSN_EE7SZCI/AAAAAAAABe8/1DNKzsspJ20/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159848505581527911.post-4516852581513938938</id><published>2010-02-10T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:28:36.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scoppioingola.org/attic/cover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://scoppioingola.org/attic/cover.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've had dreams since last post...but didn't write them down. When will I ever learn!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FROZEN DREAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll take the dream I had last night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And put it in my freezer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So someday long and far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm an old grey geezer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll take it out and thaw it out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This lovely dream I've frozen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And boil it up and sit me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And dip my old cold toes in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Shel Silverstein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my favorite poems by one of my favorite writers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you mom for reading to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159848505581527911-4516852581513938938?l=dreamjavue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/feeds/4516852581513938938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2010/02/oops.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/4516852581513938938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/4516852581513938938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2010/02/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>{B}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5BkxhbRRoM/TSN_EE7SZCI/AAAAAAAABe8/1DNKzsspJ20/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159848505581527911.post-7022091348920476041</id><published>2010-02-01T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:13:40.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-30-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5BkxhbRRoM/S2dD7mUMX8I/AAAAAAAABOY/WDm4CfWrbl4/s1600-h/wings"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433386166622379970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5BkxhbRRoM/S2dD7mUMX8I/AAAAAAAABOY/WDm4CfWrbl4/s320/wings" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sundancecatalog.com/PRODUCT/Jewelry/Rings/29829.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in an antique store/pawn shop. I'm supposed to work there I think. I show up and no one is there and the doors are open. The store is almost empty, someone has broke in. Somehow i'm in trouble and the shop is owned by the mob? They hold me hostage. Finally I am freed and I feel a huge weight off my shoulders. I buy myself a ring that is silver and has a heart on it with wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; To see your heart in your dream, signifies truth, courage, love, and romance. It is representative of how you are currently dealing with your feelings and expressing your emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wings: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To dream that you have wings, suggests new found freedom. You are on the right track and are soaring to success without limitations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ring: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To see a ring in your dream, symbolizes emotional wholeness, continuity and commitments. If the ring is on your finger, then it signifies your commitment to a relationship or a successful new endeavor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159848505581527911-7022091348920476041?l=dreamjavue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/feeds/7022091348920476041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-30-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/7022091348920476041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/7022091348920476041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-30-10.html' title='1-30-10'/><author><name>{B}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5BkxhbRRoM/TSN_EE7SZCI/AAAAAAAABe8/1DNKzsspJ20/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5BkxhbRRoM/S2dD7mUMX8I/AAAAAAAABOY/WDm4CfWrbl4/s72-c/wings' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159848505581527911.post-2171760585284272529</id><published>2010-01-29T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:12:07.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-28-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://casadiseno.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/pink-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://casadiseno.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/pink-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt; source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family had bought a new house. I found my room and it was already furnished. It had funky 60's pink wallpaper with a hint of foil. As I sat in my room I noticed the wallpaper was starting to bubble and tear. I poked one of the large bubbles and a milky white substance poured out. The wallpaper started to peel and fall off the walls. I realized that whoever lived there before didn't fix the walls and just hung up wallpaper to look like walls. There was no sheetrock behind the wallpaper. I crawled into the walls and noticed there were spiders. I didn't kill them, I left the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallpaper: breaking down barriers, revealing aspects of self.&lt;br /&gt;milky substance: confronting an emotion.&lt;br /&gt;spiders: feminine power, desires being realized.&lt;br /&gt;Pink: love, happiness, kindness and joy.&lt;br /&gt;White: perfection, dignity, cleanliness, awareness, new beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159848505581527911-2171760585284272529?l=dreamjavue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/feeds/2171760585284272529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-28-10.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/2171760585284272529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159848505581527911/posts/default/2171760585284272529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamjavue.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-28-10.html' title='1-28-10'/><author><name>{B}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5BkxhbRRoM/TSN_EE7SZCI/AAAAAAAABe8/1DNKzsspJ20/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
