<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-1335593014080360079</id><updated>2024-11-01T00:53:41.711-07:00</updated><category term="Emily"/><category term="Josh"/><category term="Nikki"/><category term="Alex"/><category term="Mum"/><category term="Uni"/><category term="high school"/><category term="America"/><category term="James"/><category term="Sam"/><category term="Ashley Burden"/><category term="Blackpool"/><category term="Bury"/><category term="Chan"/><category term="Dad"/><category term="Dan"/><category term="Emily Hanlon"/><category term="Harry Potter"/><category term="Peter"/><category term="Prince"/><category term="Rachael"/><category term="Ryan"/><category term="Shaun"/><category term="arcade"/><category term="crying"/><category term="death"/><category term="dog"/><category term="game show"/><category term="money"/><category term="photography"/><category term="reality"/><category term="reva"/><category term="sex"/><category term="train"/><category term="university"/><category term="Africa"/><category term="Alan Byrnes"/><category term="Alex McSweeney"/><category term="Ambver"/><category term="Ashley"/><category term="Bee"/><category term="Bek"/><category term="Beyoncé"/><category term="Cerys"/><category term="Chinatown"/><category term="Chris"/><category term="Dan Kearney"/><category term="Danny"/><category term="Dave"/><category term="Dir En Grey"/><category term="Doug"/><category term="Europe"/><category term="Grey&#39;s Anatomy"/><category term="Hayley"/><category term="Hello Kitty"/><category term="Hogwarts"/><category term="Hollie"/><category term="Jane"/><category term="Jo"/><category term="Justin Timberlake"/><category term="Kirsten"/><category term="Lady Gaga"/><category term="Lamborghini"/><category term="Leonardo Di Caprio"/><category term="Liam"/><category term="Lion"/><category term="Lucy"/><category term="Manchester"/><category term="Olaf"/><category term="Pete Burns"/><category term="Phil Janusz"/><category term="Pink"/><category term="Pokémon"/><category term="Robb"/><category term="Saw"/><category term="Simpsons"/><category term="Skins"/><category term="Steve"/><category term="Stew Capper"/><category term="Trent Reznor"/><category term="Troy"/><category term="Xzibit"/><category term="alice"/><category term="alligator"/><category term="amusement park"/><category term="angry"/><category term="aquarium"/><category term="asda"/><category term="attic"/><category term="aunt"/><category term="authority"/><category term="baby"/><category term="back"/><category term="bar"/><category term="beetle"/><category term="biting"/><category term="boars"/><category term="boat"/><category term="bob hoskins"/><category term="bonnehead"/><category term="britney spears"/><category term="bully"/><category term="bum"/><category term="camping"/><category term="car pool"/><category term="cassette"/><category term="changes"/><category term="charity"/><category term="chavs"/><category term="children. Ross"/><category term="clothes"/><category term="creep"/><category term="creepy"/><category term="cutting"/><category term="damage"/><category term="dance"/><category term="dirt"/><category term="docks"/><category term="dreams"/><category term="driving"/><category term="dubstep"/><category term="dumbledore"/><category term="elderly"/><category term="evidence"/><category term="fairy"/><category term="fancy dress"/><category term="field trip"/><category term="fight"/><category term="flash"/><category term="friend"/><category term="giants"/><category term="gore"/><category term="goth"/><category term="hair"/><category term="halls"/><category term="hammerhead"/><category term="hiatus"/><category term="hospitalised"/><category term="hunters"/><category term="ice cream"/><category term="ikea"/><category term="jasmine"/><category term="kel"/><category term="kill"/><category term="kiss"/><category term="knife"/><category term="lamp"/><category term="lighter"/><category term="loc"/><category term="log"/><category term="lucid dream"/><category term="magic"/><category term="male friend"/><category term="man"/><category term="mcgonagall"/><category term="medusa"/><category term="mermaid"/><category term="metal"/><category term="model"/><category term="modelling"/><category term="new year"/><category term="paedophilia"/><category term="party"/><category term="passport"/><category term="patchwork"/><category term="pheasant"/><category term="phone"/><category term="photos"/><category term="photoshoot"/><category term="photoshop"/><category term="piercings"/><category term="pilgrimage"/><category term="plane"/><category term="plates"/><category term="police"/><category term="pregnancy"/><category term="prey"/><category term="ray"/><category term="repeat"/><category term="rhino"/><category term="scared"/><category term="school"/><category term="scorpion"/><category term="sequence"/><category term="shark"/><category term="sharks"/><category term="shoes"/><category term="sleepover"/><category term="spider"/><category term="stegosaurus"/><category term="stickle bricks"/><category term="students"/><category term="tannoy"/><category term="teams"/><category term="tents"/><category term="theme park"/><category term="tiger"/><category term="tone"/><category term="turtle"/><category term="turtles"/><category term="ub40"/><category term="video game"/><category term="wonderland"/><category term="yo-yo"/><title type='text'>Crazy-ass Dream Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-6410479231595376161</id><published>2011-03-27T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T06:07:49.318-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creepy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cutting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dirt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="evidence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friend"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gore"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="knife"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paedophilia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Peter"/><title type='text'>27th March 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;WARNING: Towards the end of this entry there is graphic content. You have been warned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Out on the town with a friend (not sure who it is because they didn&#39;t look like who it was supposed to be) and Peter was there. Trying to get back with me, me and the friend tried to lose him for a while and finally succeeded. &lt;div&gt;Ended up coming across some guy who had dirt on me and the friend. We had to co-operate with him and let him take compromising pictures of weird shit. At one point he showed us a video of my friend doing something, but it was on a large cinema screen. We were supposed to take pictures of the screen but I was aware of the no-photo policy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the final test, when the friend has to sit with her legs open with a skirt on and have her photo taken because the guy wrongly accused her of paedophilia, we were taken as helpers for his final task. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were to watch him attach his balls to a heavy machine that some guy built for him that was going to drag him slowly, while he peeled his skin and fat away from his body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was glistening. When he started moving, he shoved a knife through the muscles around his collarbone, and ripped a hole through to his throat. You could see inside the hole. I was preparing to stop looking, trying to bury my face into the chest of a man I was stood with, assumingly someone I knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[wake up]&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6410479231595376161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/27th-march-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/6410479231595376161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/6410479231595376161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/27th-march-2011.html' title='27th March 2011'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-4215821081972814001</id><published>2011-03-27T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T05:56:58.907-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="arcade"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cassette"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Harry Potter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="James"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pilgrimage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="train"/><title type='text'>25th November 2010</title><content type='html'>Several parts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starts on a train, within Harry Potter. Escaping something evil. I go to the train&#39;s toilet and shop area and people are being rude. While in there the dream changed at some point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m now in an arcade or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James was there, with a small machine that had cassette tapes in. He had it plugged into a big pinball machine. I&#39;m not sure what it was doing. I don&#39;t remember why, but he gave it to me because he was going away. I did eventually see him again, and I had it with me, and he was surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last part of the dream, not sure how it started, but I was walking somewhere, on a pilgrimage, with a person I was walking with, and I was in danger the whole time. Then it swapped, I wasn&#39;t me, I was a scary guy who was shooting people down everywhere and people were just dying. I was seeing it through his eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually he started shooting some kids playing on a field but the bullets were ineffective. They all started to crowd him but a big, beefy, faceless guy suggested they stop and were led away. I think he killed them.&lt;br /&gt;It kept swapping between me and seeing through his eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked through towns to farmland and eventually got to  city where some tall goth guy met me and we acted like we were together but he was really a repulsive person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[wake up]&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4215821081972814001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/25th-november-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/4215821081972814001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/4215821081972814001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/25th-november-2010.html' title='25th November 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-8038106447630299169</id><published>2011-03-27T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T05:44:58.504-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ashley"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="authority"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="damage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="halls"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hospitalised"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="James"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mum"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nikki"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="passport"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stegosaurus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="university"/><title type='text'>22nd October 2010</title><content type='html'>At Uni, in halls. With James, Nikki and Alex sleeping in one room, big room, but Alex sleeps just outside the door. &lt;div&gt;Ashley comes over to stay with me anyway. Nikki went on a trip somewhere, and James was busy. Me and Ash were just living cosy how we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Me and James went to a nearby corner shop one morning, I only wanted a little juice cup, the 10p things, and they ID&#39;d me for it. I went to get my passport out and someone had scratched off the details and taken my picture. The guy behind the counter laughed and said he&#39;d charge me £1 for it I swore at him and threatened him. We left the store then ran, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;We got back home and I tried calling the authorities about it but the damaged passport seemed to affect my phone privileges. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I tried to call my Mum. I got through to some snotty woman who said my Mum couldn&#39;t help, she&#39;d had breathing problems and was in hospital, probably wouldn&#39;t make it. I put the phone down and was called by the authorities. They acted as if I&#39;d done it, as I should have been more careful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nikki got back from her trip. I tried to tell her but she wasn&#39;t bothered because she&#39;d brought back a stegosaurus. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8038106447630299169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/22nd-october-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/8038106447630299169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/8038106447630299169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/22nd-october-2010.html' title='22nd October 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-1969307467755529579</id><published>2011-03-27T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T05:37:39.082-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blackpool"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bully"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chavs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emily Hanlon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="plates"/><title type='text'>20th October 2010</title><content type='html'>Don&#39;t remember much.&lt;div&gt;With Dan, Nikki and Emily, it seems. Going through a town, presumably Blackpool, but it&#39;s been in my dreams before as Bury I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We end up in  field. Some chavs tell us that Emily used to bully and throw people about down  hill. She feels bad. I&#39;m stood in the background biting and tearing up china plates. We go back to our place and I tell Dan I want to make a cast of my teeth and make it so my bites are taken out of a plate.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1969307467755529579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/20th-october-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/1969307467755529579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/1969307467755529579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/20th-october-2010.html' title='20th October 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-173898301336303569</id><published>2011-03-27T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T05:32:53.824-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bury"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dan Kearney"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emily Hanlon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hair"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lucid dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Manchester"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prince"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rachael"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ryan"/><title type='text'>21st September 2010</title><content type='html'>Part 1 (Very vague, don&#39;t remember much)&lt;br /&gt;Walking round Bury with Ryan (UG) and Dan Kearney. Supposed to be a party somewhere I think. Rach was there at some point. I remember walking past the big clock in Bury.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of us ended up in Manchester. I think I was with Rach, Emily Hanlon, Nikki and Dan in Manchester when I heard Prince&#39;s music coming from a bar on the corner of a street. I asked Emily to come with me to ask the bouncer if I could peek in and see if I&#39;d want to go in. They let us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a cover band, but it was amazing, then I noticed that Prince was actually there. The bouncer told us to come back up and decide.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to pay to get in, and for the others to meet me back there for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to pay and the bouncer got me in cheaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I walked down the stairs Prince was no longer right there as you walked in. He was over the other side. I went to stand in front of the stage. As the night began to slow down and people left I&#39;d noticed the music quieten, and Prince was stood to the right of me. I was still dancing and bopping to the music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prince smiled at me, took hold of me from behind gently, and parted my hair to the side at the front so he could trim some. He cut a few locks out. I remember having to steer him away from cutting more, he was running his hands through my hair*.&lt;br /&gt;He brushed his hands on my shoulders and just looked at me, smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*partial lucid dream??&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/173898301336303569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/21st-september-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/173898301336303569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/173898301336303569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/21st-september-2010.html' title='21st September 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-3962374772285672445</id><published>2011-03-27T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T05:21:56.720-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="camping"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dave"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hollie"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Peter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stew Capper"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="students"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tents"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="university"/><title type='text'>6th September 2010</title><content type='html'>At a big field, supposedly camping because that&#39;s the temporary way for students to sleep until dorms. First night at the college for the Uni course. Everyone wants to party. Stew Capper is there, among others. &lt;div&gt;Introductory classes, I act awkward in front of a class of Photography students. Later there are tents to buy beverages and things. I talk to the storekeeper for a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter is there and he sits on a couch with me. He puts his around around me and starts to sweet-talk. I get up, tell him off and leave to set up my sleeping bag in the field with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I camp next to a few TC UGers - I remember Hollie and Dave. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3962374772285672445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/6th-september-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/3962374772285672445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/3962374772285672445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/6th-september-2010.html' title='6th September 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-2578460030734638174</id><published>2011-03-27T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T05:13:29.916-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cerys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emily"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lighter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="police"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ryan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tannoy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="theme park"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Xzibit"/><title type='text'>1st August 2010</title><content type='html'>I believe there were multiple sections to the dream. This is the last one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Emily. We go to a theme park. I have dreads in my hair. Generally walking around the park. Ryan (CoreysMonster UG) is the tannoy guy, he tries to suggest various rides and things for us to goon. Some rough looking gut asks us for a lighter and Emily gives him one. He keeps following us. As some point Alex&#39;s friend Cerys joins our crew.&lt;br /&gt;We go to a different area of the park and the police arrive and it&#39;s noisy. We end up in a restaurant in the park. When we get inside it&#39;s full. The rough guy is now a woman and she rushes to the toilets. The police arrive and we assume they&#39;re after her after she acted weird all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cerys starts talking about a cool time with Alex while I&#39;m trying to hear the police radio.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Emily go to my house. The guy is still following us. I quickly bleach my hair and put the dreads back in. I am very impressed because they had blonde, pink and black so it still matches my clothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy is stood outside my front door and asks for a light again and comes inside to apologise for him following us. We go into my living room and the police come. He comes inside and tries to strike up conversation.&lt;br /&gt;I say I can see Xzibit outside. I want to hurry back to the theme park. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2578460030734638174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/1st-august-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/2578460030734638174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/2578460030734638174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/1st-august-2010.html' title='1st August 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-8203188170377096243</id><published>2011-03-27T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T05:06:18.585-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="attic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aunt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="male friend"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stickle bricks"/><title type='text'>17th July 2010</title><content type='html'>Several dreams, only remember the last part of the last one vaguely. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a big street, directed to go up into an attic of one house. A male friend is there, not sure who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Aunt is there with a baby and she wants it to be looked after by me, although she doesn&#39;t leave anywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put on lipstick and smile at the baby. I find bomb-shaped stickle bricks and explain to my male friend.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8203188170377096243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/17th-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/8203188170377096243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/8203188170377096243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/17th-july-2010.html' title='17th July 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-2770047885203319235</id><published>2011-03-27T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T05:02:42.082-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ashley Burden"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chinatown"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dumbledore"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emily"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fight"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="high school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="James"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lamborghini"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mcgonagall"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sequence"/><title type='text'>24th June 2010</title><content type='html'>In Chinatown, not sure why. Vague bit of dream to start. End up in Derby High School again. &lt;div&gt;In a darkened classroom, trying to be taught, don&#39;t know quite what lesson it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yellow Lamborghini in the room, that is made to disappear. We&#39;re told to guess how, it&#39;s seemingly a media lesson at this point. Maggie Smith is one of the teachers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it changes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We&#39;re in a big hall, Maggie Smith is now dressed as McGonagall, and there is also Dumbledore, and a few of the students. We&#39;re dressed in the school robes, and we have to join in acting. The characters are seemingly real, but they&#39;re definitely acting. We try to join in, as we&#39;re told. We sneak under the tables in the hall, under a black sheet, like how we assumed the Lamborghini did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily is behind me, under she same sheet. We start to join in with the acting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon it changes. Still acting, but for The Little Mermaid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It ends and I notice that some of the people were James and Ashley Burden, and Emily is still here. We disperse and I start discussing work for another class. I say I want to make a replica shark fin, but make it stay wet so it seems real and fresh. I&#39;m told that doesn&#39;t seem it&#39;ll get good marks.&lt;br /&gt;Walking to where the outdoor music block was, but it goes down into a room that&#39;s dark instead. We talk in the doorway of that where it&#39;s still light. I start joking about how I&#39;m going to kick the project&#39;s ass and do a little swagger and a taunt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone in the distance notices it and, as if in a video game, he comes to fight me.&lt;br /&gt;I dodge and run, in  a big fight sequence with other people as well. The person that ran at me seems to be Chan, and Chun-Li is involved, as well as James and Emily.&lt;br /&gt;The sequence has typical action movie angles, sometimes in my view, sometimes not. After sort-of bouncing from one opponent to the next we&#39;re all in the yard, after one another.&lt;br /&gt;James is trying to get me. I swerve in nd out of the other &#39;fighters&#39; in the yard. I see a dog and follow it.&lt;br /&gt;[wake up]&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2770047885203319235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/24th-june-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/2770047885203319235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/2770047885203319235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/24th-june-2010.html' title='24th June 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-5111474582724066654</id><published>2011-03-27T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T04:31:49.827-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="back"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreams"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hiatus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="log"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reva"/><title type='text'>Okay so...</title><content type='html'>I have a bunch of dreams to back-log, some of which I&#39;m not sure if they&#39;re in this book or not, but I&#39;m going to update with the ones that are. Bare with me, there is a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; of stuff to go up today. Happy reading!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5111474582724066654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/okay-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/5111474582724066654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/5111474582724066654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/okay-so.html' title='Okay so...'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-7285493598397414359</id><published>2010-06-18T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T06:43:57.867-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bee"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boars"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Danny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emily"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kill"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kirsten"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Liam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Robb"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shaun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Steve"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teams"/><title type='text'>17th June 2010</title><content type='html'>Dream 1 &lt;div&gt;Don&#39;t remember much other than Shaun was abusing me, so I try to kill him, in various different ways. He continues to be horrid, and once he finds out what I was doing he pretends to die, whilst stood with Steve and Bee. They get mad at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gets back up from the floor and says he hopes I&#39;ve learned my lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sit down on a couch. Bee comes over and is very nice to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of us are in a strange land. Dark and dangerous, clichéd really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In teams trying to kill boars in the way of where we&#39;re trying to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily, Kirsten and Jo are on my team, possibly more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other team is Liam, Robb, Danny and more than I don&#39;t remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We try to use different weapons to different strengths of enemies. I try to use a cannon on oe from afar but it doesn&#39;t work, seemingly because I&#39;m not on a boat.  In this part of the dream it&#39;s like a video game, with menus and I hold wii remotes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we get past some, we&#39;re all in a darkened room in a house, one couch against one far wall, one couch against it&#39;s opposite. We all discuss ways to take the other team out.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7285493598397414359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/17th-june-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/7285493598397414359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/7285493598397414359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/17th-june-2010.html' title='17th June 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-220627804019394101</id><published>2010-06-18T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T06:38:26.488-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alan Byrnes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ambver"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="driving"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fancy dress"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ikea"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nikki"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography"/><title type='text'>8th June 2010</title><content type='html'>This night has lots of dreams.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Uni with Alex and Nikki. Someone&#39;s birthday. Traipsing around in a fancy dress. I end up only wearing the top half of my costume with underwear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alan Byrnes is there with a weird kind of cat. Weirdly shaped, big and strong enough to take on walls. End up getting a life from who we assume to be a male/female couple until I get in the front passenger seat and it&#39;s Amber and her Mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being driven home we&#39;re told we won a prize-giving with Ikea for our photography. We get a taxi and arrive. We&#39;ve each won a fold-able fabric wardrobe with a toilet room in it. Mine is taken away and they lose my stuff for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way back I stop off at a shop and the cashier can&#39;t speak good English. I&#39;m only trying to buy chocolate and make-up. I get angry with him and just leave with the stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/220627804019394101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/8th-june-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/220627804019394101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/220627804019394101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/8th-june-2010.html' title='8th June 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-2592480781787142990</id><published>2010-06-18T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T06:30:37.917-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="elderly"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="man"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="medusa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="piercings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleepover"/><title type='text'>Not dated, titled &quot;before 8th June&quot; 2010</title><content type='html'>Night before the day in the dream, sleepover at an elderly man&#39;s house. I wake up and some of my piercings have fallen out and for ages I can&#39;t get in the light to see to re-pierce my medusa.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2592480781787142990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-dated-titled-before-8th-june-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/2592480781787142990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/2592480781787142990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-dated-titled-before-8th-june-2010.html' title='Not dated, titled &quot;before 8th June&quot; 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-3700195758068960964</id><published>2010-05-18T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T03:40:08.356-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bob hoskins"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children. Ross"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chris"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dubstep"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emily"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fairy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="game show"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nikki"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Olaf"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pheasant"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ub40"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wonderland"/><title type='text'>17th May 2010</title><content type='html'>Dream 1&lt;div&gt;In some sort of game show, filming it, sort of like Takeshi&#39;s Castle... but kind of like what dogs have to do at dog shows. Alice in Wonderland themed. There with Emily, Nikki, Alex, and Chris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the games they tell us that the new film has resulted in no copies of Alice in Wonderland being in stores, so that&#39;s what they give us for being on the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a sort of family house. It&#39;s supposed to be set in Sonic&#39;s world. Someone comes to hurt us, who looks like Count Olaf, and I have to go stop him and the woman he fraternises with. I fight him in the house, and then have to go find her. Before I go I look at where his body is and my vision glitches and it&#39;s like I can&#39;t stop looking. I have to force myself to stop. His body is lay there with a grin on his face. I leave, and it becomes apparent that he was conscious. My father was there also. He looked like Bob Hoskins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to go find my father. On the way I learn of a pheasant that was sentenced to death in a courtyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I end up back round at my house. UB40 are playing there. They said they invented dubstep. Iget to the party and kill Olaf and the woman. The pheasant and my father are there. I get back to the house, on the roof, and my mother had had lots of fairy children. All of them fly up and congregate on the roof. We have a party, and friends show up - Emily, Nikki, and Ross.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3700195758068960964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/05/17th-may-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/3700195758068960964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/3700195758068960964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/05/17th-may-2010.html' title='17th May 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-7395674690237156484</id><published>2010-05-15T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T17:30:43.419-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="asda"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loc"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="model"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="modelling"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photoshoot"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reva"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tone"/><title type='text'>Not dated, May 2010</title><content type='html'>**First off, this was written on scrap paper, as I&#39;d stopped having my dream notebook with me. Secondly this was because I stopped having weird ones for a while, hence not being dated and not having any updates until now!!**&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last dream in a series of dreams from this night, don&#39;t remember the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working as a model/model director. In different places. One shoot is with another woman and a lady co-director.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later there is a photoshoot in Asda, with Tone Loc and the co-director is one of the security guards for Asda, who is Kel (from Kenan and Kel).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He starts getting annoyed when I try to override his direction. Gets mad with me, threatens me, and leaves. I go to the security office to acquire another guard. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7395674690237156484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-dated-may-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/7395674690237156484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/7395674690237156484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-dated-may-2010.html' title='Not dated, May 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-5915932330316270501</id><published>2010-03-02T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:44:27.390-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alligator"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Doug"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lamp"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nikki"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photoshop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reality"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scorpion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spider"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yo-yo"/><title type='text'>24th February 2010</title><content type='html'>[missed out a lot of dream]&lt;div&gt;Having sex with Nikki&#39;s friend Doug. I black out. Seemingly wake up after he&#39;s finished. He asks me how it was, I don&#39;t answer. He leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan comes into my room while I&#39;m still lying there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start to freak out about how the lampshade on the big light looks photoshopped into reality. Then it&#39;s on a jet-ski and I laugh. Nikki and Dan are now in my room looking at the lamp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[gap in dream]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At a lecture of sorts, in a large hall, with a wooden floor and wooden stage. There&#39;s a big alligator/scorpion/spider creature. The guy presenting demonstrates how it imitates a yo-yo. He starts handing out Chinese remedies and jade beads. I get the beads and mine are made out of wood instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[wake up (alarm)]&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5915932330316270501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/24th-february-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/5915932330316270501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/5915932330316270501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/24th-february-2010.html' title='24th February 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-2935089419970002132</id><published>2010-03-02T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:37:36.162-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="britney spears"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bum"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flash"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jasmine"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mermaid"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shaun"/><title type='text'>17th February 2010</title><content type='html'>[bits of dream before this, forgotten]&lt;div&gt;In a town somewhere. Dressed as a mermaid, Britney Spears dressed as Jasmine. Trying to impress Shaun and distract him from her. I flash him, but she shows him her bum. We both try to better each other by making Shaun a costume. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2935089419970002132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/17th-february-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/2935089419970002132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/2935089419970002132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/17th-february-2010.html' title='17th February 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-1811867719507601980</id><published>2010-03-02T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:24:40.713-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="docks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="field trip"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="metal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nikki"/><title type='text'>7th February 2010</title><content type='html'>On a road trip with Alex and Nikki, to somewhere with fields. Ended up in a place with a dock, and we ended up going somewhere that we weren&#39;t meant to. Found pieces of old metal by the side of the banks. &lt;div&gt;A few were in shapes of things we could see, like a boat that was at the docks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried to read what the metal said to match it with the boat and chased the boat to show them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was seemingly impressed, and I had a feeling it would bring me lots of money.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1811867719507601980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/7th-february-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/1811867719507601980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/1811867719507601980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/7th-february-2010.html' title='7th February 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-3417706817107095011</id><published>2010-02-06T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T03:42:25.558-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alex McSweeney"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="angry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blackpool"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creep"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ice cream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lucy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="phone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rachael"/><title type='text'>3rd February 2010</title><content type='html'>With Rach and Lucy walking up to Blackpool North shore. Get there and it looks like the dunes in the South. Rach gets annoyed at us continuing north and we start to walk south. &lt;div&gt;I stop for ice cream first, in a little covered area, with a dentists across from the ice cream stall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I run into Alex McSweeney and some of his friends. He starts talking to me while some foreign guy&#39;s trying to chat me up. I tell him to leave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I notice a red light on the back of his phone - he was trying to take photos of me. I snatch his phone, and can see his gallery open with lots of candid photos of me. I try to snap it over my knee and fail. I struggle to keep him off me while I hit it against the ice cream counter. The back flies off and I see the memory card. I break it into small pieces, smile at him, and walk back to my place in the queue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[wake up]&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3417706817107095011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/3rd-february-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/3417706817107095011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/3417706817107095011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/3rd-february-2010.html' title='3rd February 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-7694451623785254625</id><published>2010-02-06T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T03:47:04.036-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ashley Burden"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bek"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Phil Janusz"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reality"/><title type='text'>27th January 2010</title><content type='html'>Dream 1&lt;div&gt;With Phil. Hasn&#39;t really changed. Just hanging around and stuff, catching up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[vague dream]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ends with me in my own bed, as if waking up, to a loud thud. I look over at Bek and there&#39;s a hole in his cage at the back then I realise he&#39;s jumping towards my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[wake up and check where Bek is]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a field. Go into a dressing room for (seemingly) a drama performance with people from high school. Getting changed in a large toilet cubicle with Ashley Burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The production seems to be about anorexia. Skips to later when we come out of the grass into wheat/tall grass fields. No sure what, but they&#39;re bright burnt orange. There are rabbits in the tall grass, and on the beach just forward of the grass. All the rabbits look like Bek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&#39;s now a photography trip. Everyone goes to photograph the rabbits in the sea, I get on my stomach and crawl towards the grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[wake up]&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7694451623785254625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/27th-january-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/7694451623785254625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/7694451623785254625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/27th-january-2010.html' title='27th January 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-560427147044871792</id><published>2010-02-06T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T03:21:21.511-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beyoncé"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="charity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="game show"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justin Timberlake"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kiss"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pete Burns"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pink"/><title type='text'>15th January 2010</title><content type='html'>On a game show where you have to answer incorrectly to win money for charity. In a marketplace. Talking to the presenter guy. He asks a question about Pete Burns&#39; clothing after he comes onto a stage and goes off again. I pass Pink in the street and talk about tattoos. When it starts getting dark we go into a building. A famous female (Cameron Diaz??) and Justin Timberlake are stood there. As soon as I reach him he kisses me. I ask for pictures.&lt;div&gt;After this we go to a dance hall. Justin is there again. He asks what I&#39;m doing. I say that I&#39;m waiting got them to come out, pointing at a dance troupe that are hiding. One of them is meant to be Beyoncé&#39;s young sister, They do a big dance number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[wake up] &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/560427147044871792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/15th-january-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/560427147044871792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/560427147044871792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/15th-january-2010.html' title='15th January 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-313588534173022430</id><published>2010-02-06T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T03:13:40.205-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lady Gaga"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="party"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="plane"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shoes"/><title type='text'>14th January 2010</title><content type='html'>Part1&lt;div&gt;On a bus. With strangers, and a family of 2. End up waiting for a plane with Sam. He&#39;s a little awkward around me until I choose a seat next to him, instead of a good friend. Travelling to some sort of event. Not sure what. Possibly skiing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream changes. Arrive at a party of sorts. Lady Gaga is there. She invites me to the seat next to her. I compliment her shoes. She takes it off for me to try. Before she did I considered licking her shoes. Tense feelings between us. Attracted to her. Dream repeats itself, with different shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[wake up]&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/313588534173022430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/14th-january-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/313588534173022430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/313588534173022430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/14th-january-2010.html' title='14th January 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-2213046992136147564</id><published>2010-01-02T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T04:17:29.985-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amusement park"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beetle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bonnehead"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emily"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hammerhead"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hayley"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jane"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nikki"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prey"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ray"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sharks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="turtle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="turtles"/><title type='text'>1st January 2010</title><content type='html'>Part 1 (what I remember of it)&lt;div&gt;At an amusement park. With Hayley from Junior school. On rides. She nearly came out of it. I was next to her, saw her slipping. A lot of the amusement park was on the shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream kind of changed/merged. I was with Nikki and Dan. At docks, several huge tidal pools. Family friend Jane shows us how she can put bait on either shoulder (baby turtles) and be picked up by a large bird of prey to control it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[[at this point it becomes apparent that I skipped Uni to do this]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the pools with Emily. I show her how to bait the rays to be able to hold and ride them. I educate her about rays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while me, Nikki and Dan go onto the docks. A ship&#39;s captain seems to be in charge of the docks. He has bait in a bucket. When we open the lid, I see a dead rainbow stag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly we hear panic and a warning of sharks on the way. I look under the docks and see the tail out of water. I say how it had characteristics of a Great White. I explain about shark tails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The captain shows us something it tried to bite. I confirm it&#39;s not a Great White by saying &quot;it&#39;s too small&quot; and confusing people around. I say in comparison it is small. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We turn around and see 2 scalloped hammerheads (but tiny) and 2 bonnetheads (tiny also) jump over the pier. I panic. Captain tells us to cover ourselves in dried tomato seeds and herbs, to confuse the sharks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Wake up]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2213046992136147564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/1st-january-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/2213046992136147564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/2213046992136147564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/1st-january-2010.html' title='1st January 2010'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-1809326341035963692</id><published>2010-01-01T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:39:19.603-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Josh"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new year"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sam"/><title type='text'>31st December 2009</title><content type='html'>[[Did not write this in my dream diary notebook, so this is all I can remember]]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up in Sam&#39;s bed after New Year&#39;s in Hull, but it was actually the 5th of January now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went on facebook. A message from Josh telling me he found someone else. I replied with &quot;I don&#39;t anymore, I have someone else&quot;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Sam walked outside and it looked like Bury. He said &quot;you&#39;ve got money now, lucky!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to check my bank to see if my student loan was in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1809326341035963692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/31st-december-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/1809326341035963692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/1809326341035963692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/31st-december-2009.html' title='31st December 2009'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335593014080360079.post-4697965042448383923</id><published>2009-11-21T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:28:47.822-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aquarium"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mum"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="repeat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shark"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Uni"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video game"/><title type='text'>20th November 2009</title><content type='html'>Part 1&lt;br /&gt;In my living room at home. Lots of people I know/have known. Playing Smash Bros. Saul picks up something, possibly edible, starts changing him into a King Kong-sized Donkey Kong. I urge everyone to go outside. Nothing happens. I hide behind a neighbour&#39;s bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;On my street at University. Pond in a garden is supposedly the Sealife aquarium. Floating severed Sandtiger Shark head. My favourite, so I panic, call John the Uni course leader. He says not to tamper or I&#39;ll get into trouble. Bren, the course&#39;s tech guy puts it in a bag and goes to show the &#39;aquarium&#39; staff. I panic because I wanted to keep the teeth. He brings it back, with John. The teeth are carved into the shape of a shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3&lt;br /&gt;In a big hall filled with cheap clothes and shoes, and other bits and bobs. Some areas are reminiscent of a dream that is pre-dream diary. With my Mum, she&#39;s trying to help me choose what to spend money on. Some areas are so packed it&#39;s hard to get through all the tunnels of things.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4697965042448383923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/20th-november-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/4697965042448383923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335593014080360079/posts/default/4697965042448383923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revasdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/20th-november-2009.html' title='20th November 2009'/><author><name>MissReva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02495655293617299342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDRuxlXOZNWEmBeL0lXS5DvQB7JPkM6W5yaD0NxtA-zS12U7XB6l0OOqJKOuY5VgMb42vIW6NIQa3YkOt6px_A8h5YJzNxQVwRfOKyOrCBXEKrReYLQ_56QO3YJtuHc/s220/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+18.44+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>