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(Rubi)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-7893815864949353250</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2012 13:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-30T06:09:12.615-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Box</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Casserole</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ectoplasm</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Son</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tupperware</category><title>Ectoplasm</title><atom:summary type="text">
Wow!
It&#39;s been about a year
since I posted in this blog.
My dreams must have been
taking a long vacation.
Until now,
I&#39;ve not had any interesting dream,
at least,
nothing worth posting here.

But this one has me really wondering. . . .


. . .I had a dream
that there was a box on the wall
in the living room.
In my dream,
I thought that it was an old doorbell,
just a box
that had been painted </atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2012/07/ectoplasm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-4322837666589958708</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2011 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-08T17:37:13.105-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Black and White</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bride</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Flatbed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Float</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parade</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wedding</category><title>Black and White</title><atom:summary type="text">My most recent dream
was quite unusual.

I was arriving at a rather large
outdoor event.
It was obviously a celebration of some sort.

There were many people there.
Most were just standing around,
as if waiting for something to happen.

And then I noticed
that some of the people
were different.
After a few moments
I realized
that I was seeing some of the people
in black and white.
Most of the </atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2011/08/black-and-white.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-1387461346068436314</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 09:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-01T02:59:45.876-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bridge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Detroit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I-75</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lane</category><title>Northbound I-75</title><atom:summary type="text">I had a dream
that my husband and I
were in the car
headed north on I-75.
He was driving.

We were on our way to Detroit.
I needed to be somewhere,
I don&#39;t know where,
and he was driving me there.

As we got on the bridge
I noticed that there was
a bit of trouble on the southbound side.

There was not an accident.
Nor was there a back-up.
The cars just seemed to be
moving over
to another lane
all</atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2010/07/northbound-i-75.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-8428382893433595607</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2010 10:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-23T03:26:04.678-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bracelet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cards</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Experiment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fire</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jade</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mushrooms</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Platform</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scientists</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Self-ignite</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Snow</category><title>Fire, A Deck of Cards and Mushrooms</title><atom:summary type="text">I had a dreamwhere I was helping a local group of scientists.I was not toldwhat it was they were seeking to find.I was only given certain tasks to doand then to report on those tasks.During one experimentthe work was done outsidein the winter.They created a platform of sortsout of the snow,about the size of a card table,maybe a little bit longer.They put several packetson the platform.Inside each</atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2010/04/fire-deck-of-cards-and-mushrooms.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-6494130054096156262</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 13:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T05:57:59.024-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Privacy</category><title>Privacy</title><atom:summary type="text">At Dream House Diary,  we recognize that the privacy of your personal information is very important.We use third-party advertising companies to serve ads when you visit our website. These companies may use information (NOT including your name, address, email address, or telephone number) about your visits to this and other websites in order to provide advertisements about goods and services of </atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2009/11/privacy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-330277548979502142</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 10:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T03:11:42.746-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Accident</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Car</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">City Hall</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lane</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Old Lady</category><title>Car Accident</title><atom:summary type="text">Another car dream. . . .I had a dreamthat I was in the passenger sideof a car,someone else was driving.(that&#39;s the second time recentlythat I&#39;ve had a dreamwhere someone elsewas driving the car.)We were going down a streetthat I can only describeas a town square.We were just passinga quaint city hall.There was only one lane going in either direction,with a center left turn lane.It was a nice fall</atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2009/11/car-accident.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-536793291268923344</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T04:50:05.659-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Appartments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Car</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chairs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Flood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Polar Bear</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Walk</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Water</category><title>Polar Bears</title><atom:summary type="text">Wow!Has it been that longsince I&#39;ve last posted something?Last night,I had dreamthat we were coming homefrom I don&#39;t know where.We were driving downJefferson Avenue.But Jefferson was flooded.I didn&#39;t want M. to drive throughthinking that the car would sink.But he drove through anyway.There was a huge polar bearjust off to the right.It was so hugethat I thought it had to bea mechanical bear,that </atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2009/11/polar-bears.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-8745546029041577215</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 12:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-05T05:48:19.734-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Agent</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Basement</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Camper</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Door</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Foreclosure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Furnace</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hidden</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">House</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mortgage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Real Estate</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Room</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Walk</category><title>Another House Dream</title><atom:summary type="text">Last nightI had a dream that I was taking a walk.I was walkingin the city where I used to live.I happened to pass the housethat I sold about five years ago.The people who bought the househad lost it to a foreclosure.It just so happened thata real estate agentwas showing the houseto someone as I was passing by.As the person leftI asked the real estate agentif I could have a look at the house.He </atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-house-dream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-782647301351194724</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 09:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-03T02:34:53.745-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Closet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Door</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ghost</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Home</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Open</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pastor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Smoke</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sparks</category><title>Ghostly Door</title><atom:summary type="text">This dream is short,but pretty impressive.At least,I woke upnot sure if it was realor just a dream.I had a dreamthat one of the doors in my homewas being open and shutby a ghost.All I would need to dois point at the doorand it would open or close.I told my pastor about thisand he didn&#39;t believe me.So,I invited him over to the houseto witness it for himself.When he got to the houseI showed him the</atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/ghostly-door.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-5975232069925269734</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 10:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-28T03:50:20.826-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Card</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Driver</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Navigator</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Passenger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Police</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Van</category><title>Car Crash</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s been a whilesince I&#39;ve posted anything to this blog.To be quite honest,I&#39;ve been VERY busyand I really haven&#39;t had many dreamsworth noting. . ... .until now.I had dreamthat I was taking my son to school.For whatever reason,we weren&#39;t going by our usual route.When we got to certain cornerI noticed it was very icyso I slowed down.Then, out of nowhere,a car hit us.At first I thought it was a </atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/car-crash.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-846769239464826925</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 13:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-15T05:28:52.283-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bedroom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Borders</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dining Roon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Door</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fountain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Green House</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">House</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kitchen</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ladders</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Staircase</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stairs</category><title>The Big New House</title><atom:summary type="text">Last night,I had a dream that we were movinginto a bigger, newer house.I think the mortgage companygave it  to us,or traded it with the housewe now live in.I don&#39;t know exactly,but I do knowthat it didn&#39;t cost us anything.Sort of like,they rewarded uswith a nicer house.At first,I didn&#39;t want to go see the house.But some of the family wentand told methat I was going to love it.There was </atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-new-house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-5607749177319319568</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 12:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-07T07:33:41.418-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Climb</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Door</category><category 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</atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-light-house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-1829191438609524141</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 12:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-06T07:16:35.282-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bird</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Car</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dashboard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eagle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Expressway</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Feathers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Greenfield Village</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Museum</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ram</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Window</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Zoo</category><title>Eagles and Rams</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s been a while since I&#39;ve posted to this blog,but this dream,I think,is worth the wait!In my dreamwe (there were two of us)were returning to the carafter shopping.I was sitting on the passenger side.All of a sudden,I heard a soundthat I had never heard before.I knew it was a bird.And then in an instantI realized that was the sound of eagles.Suddenly an eagle flew over the carand then just sat </atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2009/01/eagles-and-rams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" 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type="text">Once again,I had a dream about a secret room.This secret room was at church.It was a secret recording studio.In real life,the church in my dreamdoes have a recording studio.But it&#39;s not &quot;secret.&quot;In fact,in real life,many have recorded there.But in my dream,the secret studio was actuallyin the sactuary area.It was secret in that only a very fewknew that it existed.And yet,it was right in front of </atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-studio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-6026103749578870013</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 09:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-26T02:44:48.362-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Andy Griffith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Aunt Bee</category><category 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Room</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Platonic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wilt Chamberlain</category><title>Wilt Chamberlain</title><atom:summary type="text">I had a dream that I was visiting some friends.A group of themDecided to live togetherTo save money.They didn’t have much furnitureAnd had to make due with the space available.The linen closet had people’s clothes in it.The kitchen cabinets had personal items.They just made due with what they had.I don’t remember how many lived in the house.But there were ladies and gents in the household.But it </atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2008/09/wilt-chamberlain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-7711657074668128162</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 15:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T08:21:38.999-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Black</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Camping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Church</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Drive</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Flag</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hotel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">North</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Railroad Track</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Red</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">White</category><title>Trip Up North</title><atom:summary type="text">I had a dream that I was going up northWith several of my friends.We were discussing which of us would driveAnd then decided 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Style</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Overslept</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Restaurant</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tables</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Uniform</category><title>It&#39;s 9:00a.m.</title><atom:summary type="text">I had a dream that a bunch of uswere going to meet for dinner.The restaurant decided uponwas one of those greasy spoons.You know,where everything is either friedor dripping in its own grease.I wasn&#39;t too happy about going to this place.But I really wanted to go out with the group.In my dream,I knew these people well.But I don&#39;t know who they were.I don&#39;t know if they were familyor friendsor 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took care</atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2008/08/hidden-room-at-my-old-elementary-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-9132109726631437379</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 09:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T03:09:48.809-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Brother</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Business Card</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Child</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">City Council</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Col. Sanders</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Drugs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Father</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Overdose</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pet Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Politics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sell</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tears</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">White</category><title>Selling the Family Business</title><atom:summary type="text">This dream was unusual.My family in this dreamwasn&#39;t my family in real life.In this dream,all of these people were unknown to me real life.My father was a tubby Greek gentleman.And I had three brothers.(In the awake world I have 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(Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-3125861693017470738</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 19:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-21T12:22:36.431-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Choir</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Choral Seating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Church</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dreamt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Elevator</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fire Escape</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Guitarist</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Painao</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Plastic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rehearsal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Social Hall</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Toys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Worship</category><title>Trapped in the Choir Room</title><atom:summary type="text">I fell asleep this afternoon.And, as things would have it,I had another dream!I dreamt that I was on my wayto choir rehearsal.(I do sing in the choirin my awake life.)Ruben was leading the rehearsal.Ruben was a very talented guitarist.In actuality,he died awhile ago.Anyway,Ruben was leading the rehearsal.Really, it wasn&#39;t so much a rehearsalas a run through of thingsbefore worship.I was running </atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2008/08/trapped-in-choir-room.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-1278093425309121989</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 09:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-21T02:45:35.018-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dreamt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Father</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hospital</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nursing Home</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stroke</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Volunteer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Volunteering</category><title>Dad, The VA, and Court TV</title><atom:summary type="text">I had another unusual dream last night.To me,a dream is unusual when somethingjust isn&#39;t quite right.O, I know.Dreams are alwaysfull of imagery and symbols.I guess this particular dream was unusualbecause it&#39;s another dream with my fatherwho is deceased.I dreamt I was volunteeringin some sort of nursing home.Acutally,it was more like a veteran&#39;s hospital.Everyone there was a vet.Everyone.They all</atom:summary><link>http://dreamhousediary.blogspot.com/2008/08/dad-va-and-court-tv.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rubi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158179835723544370.post-2045744353187454044</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 22:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-18T15:27:06.279-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Black and White</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bridal Couple</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Car</category><category 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