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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AFRXoyfyp7ImA9WhRaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981493808397602592</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:35:14.497-08:00</updated><category term="parachute" /><category term="gym" /><category term="weird" /><category term="strange" /><category term="dreams" /><category term="park" /><category term="horror" /><category term="nightmares" /><category term="money" /><category term="car" /><category term="scary" /><category term="creepy" /><title>Last Night I Dreamt...</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lastnightindreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lastnightindreamland.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Katherine Angela Yeboah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12661303246862573937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMf9qMEyt1I/SmrZF2N4hkI/AAAAAAAAALg/BG3L-hcz5Bw/S220/Profile.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/QtXx" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/qtxx" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4CRXg_fip7ImA9WhdUFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981493808397602592.post-847148697086215705</id><published>2011-10-01T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T00:09:24.646-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-01T00:09:24.646-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMf9qMEyt1I/SsGqcjWREWI/AAAAAAAAANA/Z-Waa8zcFr4/s1600-h/2nd+Ed+Cover+medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386774036813517154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMf9qMEyt1I/SsGqcjWREWI/AAAAAAAAANA/Z-Waa8zcFr4/s320/2nd+Ed+Cover+medium.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because my mystery novel, "Lucid", explores the world of dreams, I am keeping a diary of my own personal dream experiences in this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;To purchase a copy of Lucid, please click here:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.katherineangelayeboah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Purchase Lucid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981493808397602592-847148697086215705?l=lastnightindreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; OUTLINE-STYLE: none" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; OUTLINE-STYLE: none"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; OUTLINE-STYLE: none" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; OUTLINE-STYLE: none" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; OUTLINE-STYLE: none" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I also had another dream that was almost like a night terror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; OUTLINE-STYLE: none"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; OUTLINE-STYLE: none" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; OUTLINE-STYLE: none" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; OUTLINE-STYLE: none" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. I found myself caught halfway between being asleep and being awake. I woke up and opened my eyes (or thought I did), and looked up at the ceiling. I was shocked to see that certain items from my room (a pair of shorts, a book, a plant pot, etc.) had risen up and were now stuck to the ceiling! Again, I instantly thought that my room was haunted. I tried to turn my head to look around, but I was unable to move, as often happens in night terrors. I was terrified at the time, but I closed my eyes and tried to relax for a moment. When I opened my eyes again, the room was back to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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Her best friend, Alex, and Alex’s boyfriend, Silas, begin talking about dreams and their significance on one such occasion. Over the next few days, Sloane’s dreams become more and more detailed and disturbing. She enlists the aid of her friends in dispelling her belief that one of her dreams is, in fact, real. Every day she becomes more and more afraid to fall asleep and dream of the things that lead her to believe the unthinkable about someone close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished reading &lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Lucid &lt;/em&gt;by Katherine Angela Yeboah, I had to sit a minute and digest the possibilities evoked by this story. The dreams and their explanations kept me up at night wondering about their significance. When I wasn’t reading, I found myself mulling over the scenes and the characters. While this is a definite page-turner, the reader should savor each page. The plot of this book is so intense that it is hidden until the unveiling at the end. It left me stunned. This book is so well written that it will remain with you long after you are done reading it. It will follow you every time you dream. Few books have affected me so intensely. I plan to follow this author like a feline after catnip. 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