<?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-5627891852446825111</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:32:57.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m Gift, Welcome To My Dream World!!</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a compilation of my dreams! Take a step into my mind!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-4146082894449503321</id><published>2017-04-29T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2017-04-29T06:41:43.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 29th 2017 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I dreamt that I bought an equalizer hitch and someone I didn&#39;t know was showing me how it goes together. And then I was on the freeway with my grandpa and it was raining, there was this red truck hauling ass and my grandpa said &lt;u&gt;he&lt;/u&gt; better slow down in this weather. He ended up hydroplaning and over correctly ting and his truck flipped find over end about 6 times, landed backwards but on all 4 tires. I called 911 to report it but it wouldn&#39;t dial, it kept not working. Finally I got it to work and the lady who answered was asking questions about the accident. There was an adult male and female who got out of the truck as well as 4 small children from the back. I didn&#39;t see much damage, as if the truck was airborne and didn&#39;t even hit the ground. She then informed me that my dad had already called it in. So he must have been driving right by us and we didn&#39;t even know it. Then I woke up. &lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4146082894449503321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2017/04/april-29th-2017.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/4146082894449503321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/4146082894449503321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2017/04/april-29th-2017.html' title='April 29th 2017 '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-8297863189837231287</id><published>2017-04-29T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2017-04-29T06:40:47.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 28th 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I dreamt that justin and I bought 2 toy haulers. One was huge as shit and it had a separate bedroom and the bathroom was as big as the one in my house. The other was smaller but still awesome. And I was giving tours to people. Then I remember a house boat.&amp;#160; It sure if it was mine or who&#39;s but me and peyton my cousin, were diving off the highndive into this water and being recorded. I remember hitting the bottom of the lake or pool or whatever we were in a few times cuz the high dive was so high. Then I was with Courtney my gradschool dean and she got asked to go to a rave by Mohan who wins one of my supervisors. She said yes but then he wanted to invite other people too so she got upset and went by herself. I wanted to go too so I got a bunch of stuff together and went. It was weird though like I was at a school play. There were seats and bleachers and all that. I found one and sat down and right next to me was Colton. Super unexpected but I was like Heyyy, and we talked a little. Them it turned into a magic show. And myself, Kadence and Justin were on stage&amp;#160; attempting to climb up the side of the boat for an escape. And they decided that I had to leave because they didn&#39;t have any seats left and they were overfilled. I tried to talk them out of it but they wouldn&#39;t let me stay. I climbed to the top and I had a towel on my Hair from earlier and I took it off to show them my Hair thinking cuz it was cool they might let me stay, but they didn&#39;t. I told them that they just lost alot of money because I had quite a few more ppl coming and now I&#39;ll tell them not to. They didn&#39;t care and so I left. Then I was in the mall, walking around and tbag from prison break kept running into me and saying a bunch of weird poems and shit. I figured out he was tracking me by my watch location so I turned it off and then layed down on a bench and I woke up.&lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8297863189837231287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2017/04/april-28th-2017.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/8297863189837231287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/8297863189837231287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2017/04/april-28th-2017.html' title='April 28th 2017'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-6606217318992436343</id><published>2017-04-07T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2017-04-07T10:46:12.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 6th 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I dreamt that I was at work and I was just getting off. I had to stop by my CO OM Coltons house to drop off something that he left at work to him. I think it was his laptop or something. So I arrive at his house and knock on the door. (I don&#39;t Know where he lives but in my dream I did) he answers it, I give him the laptop and then he&#39;s like hey do you want to come in? So I say sure, and I thought it was weird because I&#39;ve never been in his house before. Usually his wife was home and she would get upset about other women. (I don&#39;t Know if that is really true, but in my dream it was). So I go inside and he&#39;s like hey do you want a drink? So I say sure and he goes in the kitchen and gets a drink. When he was gone I was checking out his living room. It was pretty decent sized with a pool table, some couches and a big screen TV. It looked like a pretty nice room. I noticed that the room was able to be completely closed off by a set of glass doors in the front. They were open, but it seemed like they could close and box in the entire room. I didn&#39;t say anything about it because at that point he walked back in with our drinks. So we went and sat down on the couch and started talking about work. About 2 hours later he said hey, I&#39;m having a party with some of the higher ups from work&amp;#160; do you want to stay for that meeting? So I said sure, why not. I stuck around and sure enough a bunch of higher ups in suits started showing up. Before I knew it we had 10 people there all drinking and playing pool in the living room. About a half hour after that Colton said hey everyone I&#39;m going to go get refreshments, I&#39;ll be right back. And as he was walking out he grabbed me and aid Hey come with me to get these refreshments. I said ok and followed him out of the living room. As we left the room he pushed some buttons on the outside of the glass doors and they slowly shut and locked. The guests on the inside had no idea it seemed as they went about their business like normal. I thought it was weird but I didn&#39;t say anything and we went into the kitchen. Suddenly Colton pressed a secret button in the kitchen and a little keypad with a monitor popped out, and he said these motherfucker are all going to die tonight! He was super upset about the way they had been running the company and he was tired of it. He started pressing buttons like crazy and then all I could hear was screaming. I didn&#39;t really know what to do, I was just kind of standing there in shock. Colton had killed 10 members of upper management right in his goddamn living room. And now I was an accessory to murder. Not 1 murder 10 murders. I was freaking the fuck out. It only took about 10 minutes for the last scream to stop. Afterwords he&#39;s like, ok we have to clean this shit up and you&#39;re going to help me. And I was thinking no shit I&#39;m going to help you, I don&#39;t want to be next! So we gathered up the cleaning supplies, which he had a rather large storage of them and I didn&#39;t think this was weird. It&#39;s obvious he had done this before. He opened the doors to the living room and we got to work. I noticed there were multiple body parts scattered allover the place and blood fucking everywhere. We started by gathering all the body parts and putting them in bags. Once all of that was done we started cleaning the blood. It wasn&#39;t u til that point that I noticed that all the furniture in the living room had a plastic cover over it. Even the pool table was covered in plastic. I had to think back and remember if the plastic was always there but I was sure it wasn&#39;t. That made it a little easier though. We gathered up the plastic carefully and stuck it all in garbage bags. Them we cleaned the blood off the ceiling and walls. It was about 4 hours in when the doorbell rang. Colton said what the fuck, who is here? He told me to stay in the living room and he got up and answered the door. It ended up being the old lady next door and she needed to borrow sugar. Colton got her the sugar and on the way back in he started bitching that she always comes at the worst times. And then he came back in and we got back to work. The weirdest thing is we didn&#39;t really say much to eachother that whole 4 hours. It was more of me thinking what in the fuck is happening to myself over and over and he was just acting like it was a normal day and he hadnt just murdered 10 people, 10 realllllllly important people. After we were done he said he was getting in the shower. He had 2 bathrooms so I got in the other shower and cleaned all the blood off. After that he put our clothes in a special washer that apparently got rid of the traces of blood. I don&#39;t know what happened after that, but I randomly was back in his living room and I was wearing shorts. And for some reason I was telling Colton to chop up a chunk of my thigh so we could cook it. I had outlined the exact spot and thickness of the thigh steak, and I was waiting for him to go get a knife. I woke up and then drifted back to sleep for a sec, and the dream continued but this time my thigh was kind of flapping and I realized that the chunk I had outlined was gone and I was bleeding to death, not a smart move. Lol. That&#39;s when I realized that I wasn&#39;t even me. I was seeing through the eyes of some one else, some other girl who was trapped in Coltons living room and whatever he had done to her had her all fucked up and offering her leg as a steak. I woke up for good after that. I&#39;ll tell you what&amp;nbsp; I have a weird ass Co worker. Hahah. &lt;/p&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9164966556705770717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2016/10/september-25th-2016.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/9164966556705770717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/9164966556705770717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2016/10/september-25th-2016.html' title='September 25th 2016'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-195297343963434563</id><published>2015-08-01T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-08-01T11:29:15.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 1st 2015</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I dreamt that I was in a field,&amp;#160; no idea where but I had my &lt;u&gt;Rzr&lt;/u&gt; and I was hanging out with royal Bliss before a concert.&amp;#160; It was kind of raining, sprinkling really and I had this fold up plastic window cover thing I had open and over the rzr windshield. Then I had to go to the bathroom so I walked through the field to the barn and went inside.&amp;#160; There were 2 bathrooms and they kinda looked like the ones inside my grandmas house.&amp;#160; I used the bathroom and then decided I wanted to shower. I walked across the room to the other shower where there was 2 people bathing, and grabbed my body wash and scrub then walked back and got in the shower. Then I heard this girl and her friend talking right outside the shower curtain.&amp;#160; So I started talking to them and I gave them some lotion and they were so excited about the lotion and I realized I was in my own bathroom but it was setup differently. But I could see all my stuff inside on shelfs.&amp;#160; I started talking to the girls about royal Bliss and their concert that was going to happen that night and how to get meet and greet tickets.&amp;#160; I was explaining that if royal Bliss is around then you would find me too.&amp;#160; They were so excited.&amp;#160;And all this whole I was in the shower still. So then I was done showering and I got out and dried off. Got dressed&amp;#160;&lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; I went outside and over to a dispenser machine that was in the middle of the town. I can&#39;t remember what it was dispensing but I bought some stuff from it and I turned to look the other way and&amp;#160;I could see a crowd forming a little ways away and I could tell there was a commotion.&amp;#160; Then a weird lady walked over to the machine and she bought a popsicle and was complaining that it was supposed to be something else.&amp;#160; It riled up the crowd who apparently all had bought the popsicle instead of whatever it was supposed to be.&amp;#160; And I wasn&#39;t interested in whatever they were complaining about so I turned to leave and there was a priest behind me who stopped me.&amp;#160; He started blessing me and I have no idea why or where he came from.&amp;#160; So I started walking back to the bathroom to put whatever I bought from that machine away.&amp;#160; I put the stuff behind the toilet on the shelf when I head a dog barking at the door across the barn area.&amp;#160; I went to look at why and I couldn&#39;t see anything but I could hear a demon shrieking and then I heard it kill the dog and bust the door open.&amp;#160; I took off running,&amp;#160; tried to go out the back doors but they were locked.&amp;#160; I knew I wasn&#39;t supposed to unlock them because they were the demon doors and it I opened them more demons would get through.&amp;#160; I didn&#39;t care so I busted one open and took off running.&amp;#160; There was a tractor that started by itself and was driving towards me so I turned around and ran towards a line up of tractors.&amp;#160; I looked behind me and could see lightening and a bright light with red and black the tentacles coming out of it, So i dove under one of the tractors in the lineup and it started and tried to drive forward.&amp;#160; I crawled as fast as I could under the next one and it started except this tractor had a big ass blade underneath like a chop saw blade. Well it started spinning and the tractor tried to go into reverse and I rolled out of the way juss in time to not get chopped but then I woke up.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; So weird lol.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/195297343963434563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2015/08/august-1st-2015.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/195297343963434563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/195297343963434563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2015/08/august-1st-2015.html' title='August 1st 2015'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-293157604474977997</id><published>2015-07-31T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-07-31T15:50:12.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 30th 2015</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I dreamt that it was the middle of July and snowing.&amp;nbsp; There was snow allover the ground and bushes and I was driving home from work tripping out because it was snowing.&amp;nbsp; Then the next thing I remember is I was in a grocery store but it was all underwater and I was a mermaid but not a real one,&amp;nbsp; I was one of those girls from the aquarium in Florida who swim around for show to aquarium guests.&amp;nbsp; But this was in a grocery store,&amp;nbsp; a smith&#39;s I think.&amp;nbsp; I had an air hose and I was swimming allover doing back flips in the water and hanging out.&amp;nbsp; It was so awesome.&amp;nbsp; I was learning how to perform like they do in the aquarium and learning to breathe through the hose and hold my breath while doing tricks.&amp;nbsp; It was freaking awesome.&amp;nbsp; Then I woke up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/293157604474977997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2015/07/july-30th-2015.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/293157604474977997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/293157604474977997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2015/07/july-30th-2015.html' title='July 30th 2015'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-4322874175491500829</id><published>2015-07-31T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-07-31T15:44:20.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December 16th 2014</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I dreamt that the world was succumbed by walkers and the flood from halo.&amp;#160;Justin,&amp;#160; Trinidy, Kadence and myself took refuge in a forerunner construct in town.&amp;#160; Stuart was there as well and we moved tables and furniture around to make it livable like a home.&amp;#160; I couldn&#39;t get my phone to connect to the Internet and I was trying to see if my grandma and grandpa were ok.&amp;#160; I kept trying though.&amp;#160; A little while later we ordered a pizza and my friend emalee urbanfish delivered &lt;u&gt;it&lt;/u&gt;,&amp;#160; we had to make sure she had the right address and she did.&amp;#160; We warned her to drive as far into the construct as possible before she got out because we couldn&#39;t verify she would be safe if she didn&#39;t.&amp;#160; She agreed and left to head over.&amp;#160; Then I saw my friend Shawn Hjorth outside fighting off a walker.&amp;#160; I wanted to go down and help him but here was laughing and having fun so I left him to it.&amp;#160; &lt;br&gt;
The next thing I knew they had buses and they were evacuating people to another location. The flood was overtaking the Conateuct and we couldn&#39;t fight them off.&amp;#160; We fought to get to the evacuation point and got on the bus.&amp;#160; It dropped us off at an abandoned warehouse downtown and left to get another group.&amp;#160; We were only the second group, so we made our way to the area with other people.&amp;#160; I tried my phone again and this time I was able to get a message to my aunt Shanie on candy crush.&amp;#160; She ended up making it to the warehouse and told me that everyone was safe.&amp;#160; They ended up reinforcing the kitchen and we&#39;re hold up there.&amp;#160; I told her we had Kadence and Trinidy and they were&amp;#160; safe.&amp;#160; She was relieved.&amp;#160; Then I called trinidy in from the other room&amp;nbsp; she was on the loft playing with another child and that&#39;s when I woke up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4322874175491500829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2015/07/december-16th-2014.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/4322874175491500829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/4322874175491500829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2015/07/december-16th-2014.html' title='December 16th 2014'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-2438509468516410538</id><published>2015-07-31T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-07-31T15:30:57.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November 27th 2014</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I dreamt that I wasn&#39;t dating Justin anymore,&amp;#160; I&#39;m not sure who I was dating but I know I didn&#39;t want to be with that person&amp;#160; I wanted to be with Justin.&amp;#160; So I told the person I didn&#39;t want to be with him that I wanted to be with Justin and I left to go find him.&amp;#160; Then I was sitting on a beach chair somewhere I side an office building.&amp;#160; It was freakin weird.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2438509468516410538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2015/07/november-27th-2014.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/2438509468516410538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/2438509468516410538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2015/07/november-27th-2014.html' title='November 27th 2014'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-7947382901304045365</id><published>2015-07-31T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-07-31T00:37:59.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November 13th 2014</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I dreamt that I was hanging out with Jax Teller from Sons of Anarchy,&amp;#160; and Gemma was trying to hide some evidence in a lake but Jax really needed it, so we were on our way to find the evidence and her.&amp;#160; On the way there we were talking about how she killed Tara,&amp;nbsp; and then I woke up before we got to the lake.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7947382901304045365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2015/07/november-13th-2014.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/7947382901304045365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/7947382901304045365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2015/07/november-13th-2014.html' title='November 13th 2014'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-8150533961859561262</id><published>2014-04-24T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-24T09:01:00.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 24th 2014</title><content type='html'>First I was with Meaghan and we were at sic tattooing learning how tattoo and there was this guy there with skulls on his arm with bows and Meaghan was coloring in the bows. &amp;nbsp;Then I was gonna do some more work on him because he said Meaghan forgot to color some of the bows, but I took to long finding the antiseptic spray to clean his arm so he got on a motorcycle and left with the rest of the people in the shop and justin and the rest of the people in the shop went to eat somewhere and I was going to get in my blazer to follow but then there was a cake outside my grandmas house and it was a SpongeBob cake. &amp;nbsp;And we were looking at the details and then the guy we were tattoing said the colors look different on his skin than on the cake 🎂 and I told him they should be the exact same maybe it&#39;s his skin tone. &amp;nbsp;Then Kadence and I were in a ship and Jennifer Lopez was getting married and she had some crazy ass outfit with a head dress with these metal wings that she wore on the side of her face and I was trying on the head dress and putting on makeup, &amp;nbsp;black lipstick lol, and there was an orca that kept popping up by our window. &amp;nbsp;So I opened the window so we could talk to it, &amp;nbsp;well it came right up to the window and Kadence almost put her hand right in its mouth so I was freaking out and grabbed her away And then it fucking jumped halfway into the window and sunk our ship so we had to swim out the open door and then we were alone in the ocean so we swam and I had to keep her head above water while swimming and it was hard, and terrifying. &amp;nbsp;I was scared for her life. And then a bunch of old people on floating 4 wheelers started popping out of the ocean and we caught a ride with 2 of them and I was telling my grandma what happened be cute she was on one when I woke up.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8150533961859561262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2014/04/first-i-was-with-meaghan-and-we-were-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/8150533961859561262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/8150533961859561262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2014/04/first-i-was-with-meaghan-and-we-were-at.html' title='April 24th 2014'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-8198049677631327515</id><published>2014-04-01T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-01T15:25:26.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 31st 2014</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that I was with my cousin Craig, and his new girlfriend was complaining to me that she hated him and didn&#39;t want to date him and didn&#39;t even know why she was with him. And I looked up at her and she wasn&#39;t even hi new girlfriend, she was his ex girlfriend. So that was weird And then I asked her why she doesn&#39;t juss leave and she said because he has alot of money! I was like oh.. wow. So then i went to go tell him what she said because I thought it was fucked up, and then i woke up. Wtf?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8198049677631327515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2014/04/march-31st-2014.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/8198049677631327515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/8198049677631327515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2014/04/march-31st-2014.html' title='March 31st 2014'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-2770302263576082144</id><published>2014-01-23T08:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-23T08:37:21.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 16th 2014</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that my friend Mike Powell had a cruise ship and It was old as fuck, like a pirate ship, made of all that old wood, really cool looking. It was the only cruise ship like it in the world. We took it out one day and we were spinning on the water like going in a complete circle upside down and everything over and over and over it felt like a hundred times but it was only twice I guess. It was the fastest ship too after all the spinning we took it straight and we were going so fast I couldn&#39;t even see everything was blurry. Justin was tripping the hell out, and meaghan was there too and my friend Jet and a baby girl I didn&#39;t know. Then I had this great idea to change bathing suits every hour so I could show off ALL my suits because I had a lot of them. And I didn&#39;t get sunburned at all, and the ship was the funnest ship ever! Then I woke up. LOL</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2770302263576082144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2014/01/january-16th-2014.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/2770302263576082144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/2770302263576082144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2014/01/january-16th-2014.html' title='January 16th 2014'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-560174188818649430</id><published>2014-01-23T08:30:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-23T08:30:30.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 15th 2013</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that Jason came home and we went to this hotel to get his things and the hotel workers captured him and roofied him and took him away, and I was freaking out and couldn&#39;t rescue him. And then the Tongans that worked at the hotel stole my blazer, so I called 911 and the cops got it back for me, Then I was trying to find Jason but then hotel workers were trying to find me so they could kidnap and roofie me too. I was freaking out and running away and jumping out of windows, And I called the cops again but this time they sent Hotel workers dressed as cops and I knew it was fake so I ran like hell. Then im not sure if it was the same dream or different but my mma bunny had 16 babies and there were rabbit everywhere, so many, and I finally had to put them all in the hutch and they didn&#39;t even fit. SO many bunnies! Then I woke up.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/560174188818649430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2014/01/july-15th-2013.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/560174188818649430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/560174188818649430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2014/01/july-15th-2013.html' title='July 15th 2013'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-6096841826649522170</id><published>2014-01-23T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-23T08:27:00.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 14th 2013</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that my house was actually a Carls Jr, And my friend Peter Jones owned it, and I guess it burned down so we were in there getting rid of Debris and other stuff. And Justin was in the bathroom stall, and some other guy was in there doing his hair and I overheard them talking about Orgasmo the show, So I was like Oh I love that movie! And the guy who was doing his hair was so offended that I liked it because he doesnt watch porn (Which that show is totally making fun of porn lmao not actually porn) &amp;amp; he was talking about Orgasmo the person apparently. And then I was standing in the drive through window and this Honda was out there revving its engine and splashing through the mud back and forth. SO I went out and got into my Lotus and showed him up, but I didn&#39;t tell Justin because he would have killed me for driving the Lotus in the mud. Then Jenna and I were looking at pictures from the american hitmen concert And thats when I noticed that Peter was re-building the main grill out where my backyard would have been. Then I woke up. 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I was painting my toenails on the beach by the water and I made a really cool color by mixing blue and purple, and I wanted to do my nails the same color. I went back to the shelf to get the other color and when I grabbed it and got back to where I was painting my toenails at I realized it wasnt even the right color. So I went back and grabbed the right color, but when I got back to my spot it was once again the wrong color. I did this about 5 times and then I noticed a man switching all the stuff I was grabbing. Ian was on XTC and hanging out with this girl, when I went back over to him I asked him I asked him to watch me, and If I screamed then to come over because something was wrong. Then I walked back over to the case and the guy said Look I juss wanna ask you something, and after you answer Ill be gone. So I walked up to him and he grabbed my arm and Jammed a needle into it and I tried to scream but then I woke up. &amp;nbsp;Lol wtf.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1216117643505233450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2014/01/november-22nd-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/1216117643505233450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/1216117643505233450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2014/01/november-22nd-2011.html' title='November 22nd 2011'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-3817630224543655038</id><published>2012-10-28T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-01-22T07:51:54.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 27th 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
I dreamt that I called my friend tosha boren and asked her to turn me into one of our guy friends but he wouldn&#39;t remember. So she did. I was at school and almost went into the wrong bathroom. Then I took forever trying to pee in the urinal because idk how to do that lol! I was already feeling weird enough touching my friends weiner trying to aim and pee and then another dude comes in and starts peeing next to me in the urinal and I was tripping. I even wiped the tip after shaking it. Ha. Then I was trying to get to my locker and I passed a group of girls and I flashed them a million dollar smile and they all started freaking out, especially the redhead right in the middle. I juss kept walking. Then I was on a rollercoaster trying to get in the harness so I could teleport out of there, I think I was trapped. Then I finally got it to work and it teleported me to my friend Matt mendiolas house and I was helping him with his sick mother who juss got her leg amputated and couldn&#39;t walk without help. He didn&#39;t know it was me cuz I was still a guy. I had curly dark brown hair down past my shoulders but it still had pink in it. I guess no one noticed. AnywAys So I helped his mom get inside and arranged all her furniture so her hospital bed and equipment could fit.&amp;nbsp; Then Matt came out and asked me how I knew where all his mom&#39;s stuff went. I told him it was me but he was having a hard time believing me. So I tried moving my hair a different way to look more like myself bit it didn&#39;t work cuz I looked like my friend. So I called tosha and asked her to change me back and she did. I transformed right in front of him. My face changed my hair straightened and grew and my body changed. Then I said see!! I told you! And I gave him a huge hug. He said I couldn&#39;t stay and I said I know, I juss came to help you with your mom. He said thank you and then I woke up. &lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3817630224543655038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2012/10/october-27th-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/3817630224543655038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/3817630224543655038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2012/10/october-27th-2012.html' title='October 27th 2012'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-9091399512066600223</id><published>2012-10-28T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-28T10:28:32.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 16th 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dreamt that Justin took me paragliding at the point of the mountain and we had a freakin blast. Then when we came down and were getting ready to leave I looked around and realized we were at the sand dunes. Then I went through a door and ended up in an office building with my friend sherl. She was crying because she was being made fun of and I was trying to calm her down so I could leave because I had to go take an eye test. And then I woke up.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5761075685905114071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2012/10/october-15th-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/5761075685905114071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/5761075685905114071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2012/10/october-15th-2012.html' title='October 15th 2012'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-2770380138358996372</id><published>2011-05-03T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:05:58.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2nd 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;I dreamt that I was at my dads house and it was 2 levels somehow. Anyways Tina was on the top level with austin and she was juss sleeping like all day and I asked my dad what she was doing and he said she was sleeping, she always juss sleeps. I remember being weirded out. And then I remember something about the TV being on but idk what was playing on it. Then there was a car or something. I dont remember all the way. Then I saw BreakHer in a black truck and I think we were in canada at the time. And then I saw a freeway, not sure if I was driving on it or juss looking at it? Or both? Then I was camping with my grandpa and Jason was there too, he was in our tent clear out in the boonies like away from the regular camp area. I walked out there to ask him something and he was watching movies on his laptop computer. Haha. Then I was suddenly in a store It looked like big lots but I think it was aeropostale. I was supposed to be buying baby clothes but I only had like 24 dollars. I was buying clothes kadences size and trinidys size and socks too but the socks werent matched and it was like 1 sock on each hanger but they were trying to charge me full price for only 1 sock. Thats why I didnt have enough money to pay for it all. So I put it all away, then I had to go ID someone because they left their drivers license at the store and i knew them apparently. Then I saw my Uncle dean who passed away but he was alot taller and I didnt recognize him. He said what dont you recognize your ol uncle and he said his name but I couldnt understand him, apparently it wasnt Dean it was someone who looked like him but idk who. he gave me a hug and then A black truck drove through the parking lot and I was randomly at the end of the store in this isle looking for a hoodie and matching sweat pants. There was an entire isle of different ones but no pink ones and no bright colors really. There was like off white, black, red, and then tons of different colors mixed, like white red and black on one, and black and white on one. None of them I liked and I was there looking for ever. I found some red sliky ones and showed Jason who was all of a sudden there and he liked them but then I said I would freeze if I wore them so I put them back. I finally found a white fuzzy robe and on the back it said something about football. I put it on but it was huge enough for like 3 people to fit in it. So I put it back. I never ended up finding anything cuz I woke up. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2770380138358996372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-2nd-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/2770380138358996372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/2770380138358996372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-2nd-2011.html' title='May 2nd 2011'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-1114152121136454087</id><published>2011-05-02T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T22:47:28.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 1st 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Ok this one might be all mixed up. Anyways I dreamt that me, Jason and some other people I didnt recognize were outside but idk where at. We were walking towards &amp;nbsp;white limo parked on the street. We all went to get inside but the inside wasnt like a limo, it was like a regular car. Really small and there were too many of us to fit. so 3 people got in the back and then 2 girls got back there with them one sitting on each of the window seat peoples laps. Then a girl got in the front seat, I also got in the frontseat but was sitting on the floorboards and then jason was driving. All I remember after that was that Jason was really mad that I was sitting on the floorboards because it wasnt safe and he was being all onery about it.&amp;nbsp;Then I remember that Jason and I were on this mission, but I have no idea what it was about or for. We were together in this barn looking thing and it was dark outside. There were alot of Wild animals around and we had to keep the barn doors shut so they wouldnt get in. I remember a wolf actually breaking through the door and getting in. I was terrified so i asked Jason to come over here and kill it, but when he got over to me the wolf had transformed into a black and white cat. And then I wasnt scared anymore. I also remember lots of Hay, Horses and jumping goats allover. I could see their shadows outside.&amp;nbsp;Then I remember being at Trinidys grandma Kathryns house with Jason and we were hiding. I think it might have been part of our Mission from the earlier dream, but idk for sure. Jason was laying on the couch in this camo and it blended with the couch really well so you couldnt see him. I was on the floor in front of the couch and I had a giant bag of clothes over the top of me which made me blend in because there were other bags allover the floor by me. I dont know why we were hiding but only a few people even knew we were there, Mostly little kids that i;ve never met. They knew we were there and kept looking at us. Then Sarah Bean came in and started talking to us like she didnt realize that we were supposed to be hiding. And we were trying to get her to be quiet! but she finally got the hint and stopped talking and left. Somehow no one noticed and we were good.&amp;nbsp;Then it flashed to me on the phone, I was calling this girl names Leda but I kept calling her Veda in the dream. I called her to see if that number was actually her number and I was really surprised when she answered but she was crying. So I asked her what was wrong and she said she met a guy and he was really awesome but hes married and his wife came home while they were hanging out and so she had to leave and she missed him. Then I found out that she was talking about Josh Fultz and right at that moment Jasons mom got up and left and no one knew where she was going until a little bit later when we found out that Julie called her so she went to talk to Julie because she was freaking out about Leda. Anyways after she was gone Leda was at my house and she told me she was going to go to joshes house and see if he was outside or something so they could talk. Then she left and I remember wondering how she got into my house. But as she was leaving I remember seeing Trinidy and then all of a sudden Leda got back and she was all happy and bouncy. Apparently Josh was outside and Julie wasnt there because Jasons mom had come to get her when she called. So they talked and he told her that he was going to leave Julie for her really really soon and they would be together. And thats all I remember.&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt; Then I took a nap in the middle of the day and had some more dreams! It started out that I was in a school theatre room with the stage and all the chairs. Stuart was there and for some reason we were all drinking this red liquid out of champagne flutes. Not exactly sure why, but I remember finishing one flute and asking stuart if he would go get me another one, and so he left to go get it and someone else brought me another one and I was like omg I juss sent Stuart to get me one so I better hurry and drink this one before he gets back. So I started chugging it but it kept spilling out the corners of my mouth so I set the flute halfway finished down in an isle away from my seat. I got back to my seat juss as Stuart walked up with my new flute. I took it, said thanks then we all sat down. Then it flashed to my house here in Spanish fork and I was playing this virtual reality game. The helmet that went on my head had a visor that came down in front of my face and it was tinted. There were controllers on each side of the helmet that you had to use to control the helicopter. And You flew the helicopter into a battle and had to shoot all the bad guys, but I kept getting shot and crashing. Finally I took the helmet off annoyed that I couldnt stop dying. Then I noticed that there were some neighbors in my house but not any that I know in RL, I knew them in my dream though. They were asking me about my job and college and they said that my dad told them I did really well in school, always got straight A&#39;s. And I remember thinking what in the world has my dad been telling these people? But I played along with it and told them that I went to school for business management and did really well and now I have this excellent job and what not. Then I remember the next door neighbors were holding a yardsale, and Trinidy came in and kept grabbing things to take to their yardsale. I asked her why and she said they needed them. But really she juss wanted to help them. So I go outside to see this yardsale and their entire yard was covered in stuff, they definitely didnt need our stuff they had alot of stuff of their own. And some of their stuff was on out lawn to the side of the house because there was so much so I told them they could use the rest of our lawn if they wanted and the front lawn too. They said ok thanks thats so awesome! Then I remember Icarly complaining that her microwave oven got sold at the yardsale for 1100 dollars and she was so pissed cuz she didnt want it get sold and somehow it got out there. And then I woke up. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 8.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1114152121136454087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-1st-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/1114152121136454087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/1114152121136454087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-1st-2011.html' title='May 1st 2011'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-2857651491021169618</id><published>2011-05-01T15:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T15:53:42.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 30th 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I woke up 3 different times in the night and remembered all 3 dreams but when i woke up this morning all I could remember was someone saying, &quot;This is a Fringe Event!&quot; And that is. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2857651491021169618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-30th-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/2857651491021169618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/2857651491021169618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-30th-2011.html' title='April 30th 2011'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-6548858810207837393</id><published>2011-05-01T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T15:53:15.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 17th 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18pt;&quot;&gt;I dreamt that Jason and I were on our way to classic skating for my Roller Derby practice. We pulled into the parkinglot and I got out but Jason was still in the car, So I asked him if he was coming in and he said ya after this text. So I asked him can you bring in my bag when&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px;&quot;&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;come in with my skates in it so I can skate, he said ya. So I went in there got all ready minus skates and when it was times to skate I told raggs that I didnt have my skates and had to run to the car. So she said ok and i went out there. Well Jason was outside talking to these hispanic girls and I was like, are you going to come in? Cuz I needed my skates&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px;&quot;&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;forever ago. And hes like oh sorry I was busy and im still busy actually. Im like ok what are you buys doing? Hes like hanging out of course. But I gotta go now and he started walking away towards this bus in the parkinglot with those girls. So I got in the car to follow him and the throttle stuck with the peddle all the way down to the floor and the brakes were out. I was thinking OMFG hes trying to kill me. So i finally got the car to stop still in the parking lot and the bus hadnt left yet but it was about to, so I ran over to the bus and got in. Jason was sitting there in th drivers seat and I was like WTF why did you try to kill me? And hes like because youre being annoying, i cant believe it didnt work. Get off the bus im leaving. And I wouldnt get off, finally he pissed me off enough that I said fine, and got off and started walking towards the building. Then suddenly Jason was behind me and he was like BABE wait for me, you cant go to practice without me. And he tried to hold me hand and say he loved me like nothing even happened, like he didnt juss try to kill me. I was so pissed that he tried to kill me. Then I woke up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6548858810207837393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-17th-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/6548858810207837393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/6548858810207837393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-17th-2011.html' title='April 17th 2011'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-1543759494003429163</id><published>2011-05-01T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T15:52:15.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 19th 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I dreamt that I was in a mall with Jason and a bunch of other people. We were being held hostage by this crazy guy who was threatening to blow up the city. We couldn’t see he bomb but we could see the detonator. He was holding it in his hand and he kept saying that if we make any crazy moves hes gonna blow the city apart. So I went over to the group and told them that I could distract him if they wanted to bust in and get the detonator. It was a plan. So I went over to him acting all sexy and told him that I wanted to go into the backroom. He followed and I eyed to everyone watching to stay close. We got in the backroom and shut the door. I asked him if he was going to hold onto that thing all day? He said oh no and put the detonator down on the table. Then he came towards me and juss before he started kissing me eeryone busted the door down, tackled the guy and got the detonator! The city was saved! Ppl were telling me nice work, and then I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1543759494003429163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/march-19th-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/1543759494003429163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/1543759494003429163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/march-19th-2011.html' title='March 19th 2011'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-208333924260148564</id><published>2011-05-01T15:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T15:51:49.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 7th 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I dreamt that Manface came to my old house in provo and was trying to beat me up but she wasnt a good fighter. I started hitting her back and ended up kicking the holy shii out of her. I was punching her and it wasnt one of those dreams where you feel like you cant hit hard enough, It felt like I was hitting way hard enough. I kept hitting her till she was down on the ground because she kept trying to hit me still.&amp;nbsp; I was juss punching her in the face over and over and over again until finally she stopped trying to hit me back. Her face was soo bloody and her eye was swollen shut. She ended up having to go to the hospital and get 37 stitches in the side of her face. Then it flashed to the hospital where she was staying and she grabbed my hair as I walked by and pulled me down and I said oh you don’t wanna start that again and I started decking her in the face again, bruised her other eye swollen shut and re-opened her stitches and she had to get them allover again. I told her not to mess with me but she wouldn’t listen. And as I was walking out I noticed my knuckles were bleeding from hitting her so hard and so many times. And then I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/208333924260148564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/march-7th-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/208333924260148564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627891852446825111/posts/default/208333924260148564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giftsdreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/march-7th-2011.html' title='March 7th 2011'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987219368854839632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627891852446825111.post-6422008096912968889</id><published>2011-05-01T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T15:51:21.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 2011 7th 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I dreamt that I was at a water park and there was this homeless lady there who was trying to steal something of mine, I cant remember what it was exactly, but I started punching her in the face for trying to steal it. I kept punching her over and over and over again but it seemed like I couldn’t punch her hard enough. And when I woke up I realized that I had punched my husband In the spine! Haha! I was laughing before I woke up because I realized that I was actually punching him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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