<?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-7911341608266296847</id><updated>2024-10-25T05:16:50.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape Into Dream Land</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog that I will be posting all my dreams each day. My plan is that when I wake up in the mornings and my dreams are still fresh in my head, I will get on line and post what ever was in my head. &#xa;&#xa;My hopes are that whom ever is reading these post will have some kind of feed back to help me understand my dreams.  I know the dreams are my enter fears and hopes manifesting itself in to pictures in my head, but if I don&#39;t understand what it is saying, it does me no good.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06159364059076214559</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911341608266296847.post-5371268457318518328</id><published>2014-09-27T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-09-27T14:28:45.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath of the Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Its the night of Moksha&#39;s birthday party and I hear Robin come home around 4:30am. &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t expect this to happen, I thought he would be out all night and stay there over night. &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t hear anyone else in the house and I heard the video game starting up so I fell back asleep. &lt;br /&gt;
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When I woke up that morning around 10am, I got up and stated walking towards the living room and I looked into Robin&#39;s room and there is a girl in his bed. This totally shocked me and because I didn&#39;t hear anyone else earlier that morning. &amp;nbsp;The girl was all rolled up in his covers and still asleep but he was not in bed with her. &amp;nbsp;As I walked to the kitchen I ran into him and told him that I didn&#39;t expect to see him home til later today. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t remember him saying anything and we went on about our business. &lt;br /&gt;
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A bit later we are sitting in a large room and Robin in sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. &amp;nbsp;It seems like its in a hotel conference room of some kind. &amp;nbsp;A couple of girls come into the room that were at the party from last night and two of them come to sit on the couch where I am and the one from his bed went and sat in Robin&#39;s lap. &amp;nbsp;He seems to be having fun grinding on her and is pulling her onto his cock but she doesn&#39;t seem to interested and seems to be getting tired of it. &amp;nbsp;We are having a conversation and I don&#39;t remember what it is about. The girl sitting on his lap gets up and comes to the couch and another girl goes to sit with him. &amp;nbsp;A few minutes later the other girl (dark hair and black outfit) starts walking back over towards the rest of us and she has a leash around Robin&#39;s neck. &amp;nbsp;She is leading him towards the rest of us and when they get to our side of the room she says &quot;show them now&quot;. Robin opens his pants and pulls out his cock, it is fully erect and shaved completely. &amp;nbsp;He pulls his pants down to his knees and just stands there with no expression. We all stare at his cock and no one says a word until the girl says &quot;ok that is enough&quot; and he puts his cock back in his pants and zips up. &amp;nbsp; She then walks him back over to the chair and tells him something and Robin leaves the room without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am in a diner and Robin and the three girls come in and he is still on a leash by the girl in black. We all head back into the large room which seems to be some place off the diner in the same building. &amp;nbsp;Robin and the three girls all go the couch and I head to the chair. &amp;nbsp;I sit there and watch as they all start to rub on each other and rub all over him. &amp;nbsp;Robin looks at me and with a huge smile on his face like he is in heaven and I start to get pissed off and I get up and leave the room. &amp;nbsp;As I am leaving I remember I have a dog (black lab) locked in a hotel room some place in this building and I need to go and feed and walk the dog. &amp;nbsp;I head to the room with the dog in it, put the dog on a leash and head outside.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/5371268457318518328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/2014/09/aftermath-of-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default/5371268457318518328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default/5371268457318518328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/2014/09/aftermath-of-birthday-party.html' title='Aftermath of the Birthday Party'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06159364059076214559</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-7911341608266296847.post-5677601238549661271</id><published>2014-09-11T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-09-11T13:29:10.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Producers</title><content type='html'>I am half asleep and half awake and the movie The Producers is on the tv, so my dream that I remember has bases on this movie. &lt;br /&gt;
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It started with me at the opening night of a play. &amp;nbsp;The lead character was a young Mathew Broderick (I think). He had spiked hair and was some where in his early 20&#39;s. &amp;nbsp;He had a tall and lanky body and I was awestruck by his good looks. &amp;nbsp;I was a back stage hand and not in the play and as it ended he ran by me and said &quot;that was fantastic&quot; and gave me a hug. &amp;nbsp;He was sweaty and hot and I didn&#39;t really care. &amp;nbsp;There were girls all around us but I was the only one that he paid attention to. &amp;nbsp;He told me he had to pee and needed to shower, so I pointed the little bathroom that was off stage that was up a little flight of stairs, but it was not in a room or anything, it as just there, a toilet and tub. &amp;nbsp;He ran up the stairs and straight to the toilet when he got there he pulled his pants all the way off and started to pee. &amp;nbsp;I stood there and looked at his ass and I could see is penis through his legs as he was peeing. &amp;nbsp;It was long perfect from my memory. &amp;nbsp;He kept pushing it down so it was easier for me to see it and he kept his legs speed wide apart. &amp;nbsp;When he was done he took off his shift and got into the tub. &amp;nbsp;I walked up and started talking to him about the play but couldn&#39;t take my eye off is his perfect body. &amp;nbsp;After a few minutes another actor that looked identical to him came up and stated talking to him and then he stuck his hand into the water and started playing with Mathews asshole. Mathew responded and I walked away. &amp;nbsp;As I was going down the stairs I kept looking over my shoulder as the new guy was fingering Mathew and Mathew was masterbating and moaning. &amp;nbsp;When I got to the bottom of the stairs I turned and left. &lt;br /&gt;
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A little while later I was sitting back stage and he was sitting across from me at a little bar area having a drink with the guy from earlier and a few other actors. &amp;nbsp; He was not wearing a shirt and only had on a pair of burgundy sweat pants and leaned back the bar chair with one leg up on the chair next to him. He looked to his right and saw me sitting there and got all excited to see me and called me over to him. &amp;nbsp;He put out his right arm and brought me into a hug. &amp;nbsp;Of Course I hugged him back and I guess he noticed me looking at his body and down to his covered penis and said &quot;if you want to look, go ahead&quot; and he reached down and pulled the front of his sweats open and down for me to see. It was still wet from his bath and starting to get hard and laying on his left left. I reached down to massage it as it continued to grow in my hand. &amp;nbsp; Mathew then steered my head down towards his penis as he pulled his sweats down to his knees told me to go ahead and enjoy myself. &amp;nbsp;It was a good 8&quot;-9&quot; long and uncircumcised and I was determined to do the best I could for him. &amp;nbsp;Even though everyone was watching and we were out in the open, he didn&#39;t seem to care. &amp;nbsp;I felt a sense of pride that he would allow everyone to to watch me, so I didn&#39;t care who saw it. &amp;nbsp;I took his cock in my mouth and swallowed it down to his shaved pubes and kept it beared in my throat as he started moaning and rubbing the back of my head. I kept moving up and down on it so most of it stayed in my mouth and last few inches were going in and out of my throat. &amp;nbsp;I kept it in my throat and used my throat muscles to try to get him off. &lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately everything changed.....I was now at my dead grandmothers house with Robin and Tracy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Robin was in the living room going through some boxes of stuff and me and Tracy were in the kitchen looking around. &amp;nbsp;I opened the stove and noticed a lot of white stuff on the inside door and I started to whip it off. &amp;nbsp;It all came off like it was a cleaner that was left there from a previous cleaning. &amp;nbsp;I kept whipping out the oven and Tracy found a box of stuff and handed it to me. &amp;nbsp;She handed me the box and as I went through it I found a big rubber dildo that brought me back to my experience with Mathew because it looked just like his. &amp;nbsp;I sat down and started playing with it, it had a handle on it for some reason but it screwed off so I took it off. &amp;nbsp;I started sucking on it thinking of the real thing when Robin walked into the room. &amp;nbsp;He looked at me but didn&#39;t say a word about the dildo in my mouth. &amp;nbsp;He pulled a book out of a box he had and asked who this belonged to. &amp;nbsp;I sat the dildo aside and moved toward him. I took the book and told him I thought it was Wendells. &amp;nbsp;I opened it up and saw it had been signed on inside by Mason (his nephew). &amp;nbsp;He said he remembered so girl reading this to him. &amp;nbsp;We started talking about the book when Tracy walked over to us. &amp;nbsp;She said something to Robin and he grabbed my ass cheeks and told her &quot;he is the man and he rocks my world!&quot; &amp;nbsp;I laughed and told him I needed to go take a shower and headed off to the bathroom in my grandmothers room....&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up... </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/5677601238549661271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/2014/09/the-producers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default/5677601238549661271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default/5677601238549661271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/2014/09/the-producers.html' title='The Producers'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06159364059076214559</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-7911341608266296847.post-942477035278144047</id><published>2012-10-06T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-06T15:20:01.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Hanks and the football game</title><content type='html'>It all started with me at some huge gym early in the morning. &amp;nbsp;The funny thing is that it was much more then just a gym. &amp;nbsp;It had trampolines and running track plus all the weights. &amp;nbsp;I was walking around the gym and an old lady (in her 70&#39;s) said she wanted to buy the dildo that was in the over head light hanging over the huge trampoline. &amp;nbsp;One of the guys that worked there lowered the light down to the trampoline and got the rubber dildo out of the light fixture. &amp;nbsp;I was watching all this happen and they were walking on the glass of the light fixture and breaking it all over the trampoline. I watched for a few&amp;nbsp;minutes&amp;nbsp;and then went on my way. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked over to the running track to get ready to work out and a guy came over to me and started talking to me. &amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;resembled&amp;nbsp;my friend Robin but he was about 20 years older and had a&amp;nbsp;goatee&amp;nbsp;that was grey. &amp;nbsp;His facial features were the sames, but much older and I kept looking at him until I finally&amp;nbsp;decided&amp;nbsp;that it was him. &amp;nbsp;There was another guy there that I knew from high school but he was so old and wrinkled that it was hard to tell who he was. &amp;nbsp;He looked like Johnny Murphy (high school friend) but he looked like he was in his late 70&#39;s or 80&#39;s. &amp;nbsp;He was covered in wrinkles and could barley stand up or talk. &amp;nbsp;I sat down and started to talk to Robin about his work out and he attached two sand bags to rope and tied the rope over his shoulders and started running the track dragging the sand bags. &amp;nbsp;There were 2 or 3 other women there and they were doing the same thing with him. &lt;br /&gt;
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I sat on the bench pulled out my iPad and logged on to the web cam. It came up a picture of a dog sitting on a couch and then started moving around a house. &amp;nbsp;I sat there watched to see what would happen. &amp;nbsp;As it moved around it went into a room with a couple sleeping in a bed and it the came up close to the&amp;nbsp;woman&#39;s&amp;nbsp;face. &amp;nbsp;It turned out to be Kim McMillan the wife of a good friend of mine Russ McMillan. I am guessing it was her son&amp;nbsp;carrying&amp;nbsp;the web cam around the house. &amp;nbsp;Kim woke up and told her son to stop and go away, Russ then jumped up on the other side of the bed and ran out the door. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know where he went, but I think he was chasing the dog from earlier. &lt;br /&gt;
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I put the iPad away and left the gym and walked over to the Georgia Dome to watch the Atlanta Falcons football game. I went into the stadium but I never&amp;nbsp;actually&amp;nbsp;made it to a seat. &amp;nbsp;I walked around the outside walk way of the stadium and watched the people. &amp;nbsp;I started talking to a woman and she was telling me about her husband (I knew him but I can&#39;t remember who he was now), she was telling me how much he loved the game but he really came to see Kelly Clarkson sing. &amp;nbsp;I looked over the balcony that we were standing on the he was down in the grass watching a huge screen of the game and running around, then Kelly came on and he froze and stood still and watched her sing what ever she was singing. &amp;nbsp;At this time I was&amp;nbsp;carrying&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;iPad and a&amp;nbsp;Swede&amp;nbsp;long coat and both of them belonged to my&amp;nbsp;brother&amp;nbsp;and his wife. I must have picked them up when I got to the game, because I don&#39;t own either one. &lt;br /&gt;
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I asked the woman what she was waiting for and she said she was waiting on the fish to get finished cooking. &amp;nbsp;There was a guy cooking a&amp;nbsp;piece&amp;nbsp;of fish on the open pit fire grill and it was&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;done. &amp;nbsp;I stood there and watched him finish what he was doing. &amp;nbsp;He pulled the fish off the grill and placed it on the hot coals on the edge of the grill and the fish expanded line 5x is&amp;nbsp;original&amp;nbsp;size. &amp;nbsp;It blew up like someone was filling it with air. &amp;nbsp;He pulled the fish off the coals and put it on the ground and a lady came out of the crowd and started to&amp;nbsp;kneel&amp;nbsp;down on the fish. &amp;nbsp;She missed it the first time and tried again. The fish was crawling away from her. &amp;nbsp;She finally got the her knee on the fish and all the top skin and meat came right off. &amp;nbsp;All that was left was the underbelly on the ground and the&amp;nbsp;skeleton&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;fish, but it kept crawling away. &amp;nbsp;I was amazed at this thing still moving on its own, but it kept on crawling.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I was watching this Tom Hanks walks past me. &amp;nbsp;I turn my attention to him and start talking with him and he tells me to follow him to his tail gate area, so I do. &amp;nbsp;As we are walking he asked me what my&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;movie was and I told him &quot;Extremely&amp;nbsp;Loud and&amp;nbsp;Incredibly&amp;nbsp;Close&quot;. &amp;nbsp;He agreed with me and told me how much he liked that movie and how good of a job the little boy did in the movie, I agreed. &amp;nbsp;We got to his tail gate area and his wife was there and she was Sandra&amp;nbsp;Bullock&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There was another lady there and there were about 10 kids running around ranging from 1-10 years old. &amp;nbsp;I was trying to figure out who&#39;s kids were who&#39;s. &amp;nbsp;Tom said to give him my iPad, he wanted to show me something. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;remember&amp;nbsp;watching one of the younger kids using one and watching him use it was amazing. &amp;nbsp;He was moving around and doing all kinds of things that he shouldn&#39;t be able to do at his age. &amp;nbsp;As I was waiting on Tom to get done with my iPad, another kid showed up and&amp;nbsp;appeared&amp;nbsp;to be an older brother of the other kids, he looked about 12-13. &amp;nbsp;He leaned down and was talking to one of the younger kids and the younger one grabbed the front of his shorts to pulled him closer to where he was sitting and it pulled down the front of the shorts and exposed his penis. &amp;nbsp;He had those rubber wrist bands (cancer ones) around his penis like a cock ring. &amp;nbsp;He just leaned there and talked to his brother without a care that he was exposing himself. &amp;nbsp;His brother then let go and he went to sit down with the rest of the family and when he did, a huge butt plug popped out of the sides of his shorts. &amp;nbsp;He just reached down and pushed it back inside and kept on talking. &amp;nbsp;I got up and walked away at this point. &lt;br /&gt;
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I walked back to where Sandra and the other lady were at and they were getting ready to feed the infants. &amp;nbsp;They both put on some kind of hood mask with a hose coming out of the front. &amp;nbsp;You couldn&#39;t see their face at this point. &amp;nbsp;Both ladies were naked, except for the mask. &amp;nbsp;The babies&amp;nbsp;latched&amp;nbsp;onto the&amp;nbsp;nozzles&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;masks and started drinking. I don&#39;t know where the milk is coming from, but there where getting fed some how. &amp;nbsp;My phone rings and a picture of a guy I think I know comes up on the screen but I didn&#39;t answer it. &amp;nbsp;The spot they were&amp;nbsp;tailgating&amp;nbsp;was next to a huge gate and as I was watching the feeding going on, the gates opened and someone comes in yelling &quot;Nail Filler&quot; and had a cart that he was taking into the&amp;nbsp;stadium.&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked around the corner to see what was going on and my phone rang again from the same person. I looked at it, but didn&#39;t answer it again. &amp;nbsp;As I was&amp;nbsp;turning&amp;nbsp;the corner going back to the tailgate area, the guy that was calling me was standing there on a pay phone. He looked familure also but I don&#39;t know who he was. &amp;nbsp;He was with Philip Ashton (male porn actor) and they asked me to come and go with them. &amp;nbsp;I said sure and we went and got into a huge limo and took off. &amp;nbsp; They we talking about having a hang over and how much money they spent last night at the bar. &amp;nbsp;They had two bills they paid, one for $700 and one for $400 and they were talking about how they know they didn&#39;t drink all that liquor. &amp;nbsp;I made the suggestion that they just pay as they go instead of running a tab and taking the chance of others putting stuff on their bill. &amp;nbsp;They acted like this was a new concept or something and said they would do that. &amp;nbsp;We got to the place that we were going and it was a huge restaurant with some kind of underground club in the back. &amp;nbsp;We were walking through the dining room on the way to the dance club and there were go-go dancers on stages along the walls, both boys and girls. &amp;nbsp;Just before I got into the club area, I remembered that I left my iPad and coat with Tom Hanks. &amp;nbsp;I started&amp;nbsp;panicking&amp;nbsp;and turned around and took off running back to the GA Dome to see if I could find them. &lt;br /&gt;
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As I was walking through the restaurant back too the front door, I past a table with the heads of a&amp;nbsp;Giraffe&amp;nbsp; a Ape, and a Tiger on the table. &amp;nbsp;There was a lady sitting there getting ready to eat them, like this was her order for dinner. &amp;nbsp;When I got to the front door the managers were arguing with a horse that had a helmet on that was&amp;nbsp;basically&amp;nbsp;an alligator head. &amp;nbsp;They were telling the horse that he couldn&#39;t come in and he had to leave and he was snapping at them as I walked by to exit the building. &amp;nbsp;As soon as I was outside the horse came running out &amp;nbsp;and the mouth of the alligator was snapping &amp;nbsp;and he came running at me. &amp;nbsp;I dogged him the&amp;nbsp;first&amp;nbsp;time and he stopped and came back toward me again. &amp;nbsp;I hit the&amp;nbsp;alligator&amp;nbsp;on the nose and he&amp;nbsp;froze&amp;nbsp;in his tracks. &amp;nbsp;The horse looked at me and turned and ran off.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started running back towards the dome to try to find my stuff and as soon as I got there, I say Tom and all the family starting to leave. &amp;nbsp;I ran up to them and they asked me where I had been. &amp;nbsp;They had their&amp;nbsp;pilot&amp;nbsp;there with them and we started talking about the first snow of the winter and what they were going to have to fly through. &amp;nbsp;I asked Tom where my iPad and coat were and he handed me the iPad and the other woman was wearing the coat and she took it off and gave it to me. &amp;nbsp;I thanked them both and looked at my iPad to see what he had done to it....&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I woke up before I could find out what he had done....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/942477035278144047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/2012/10/tom-hanks-and-football-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default/942477035278144047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default/942477035278144047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/2012/10/tom-hanks-and-football-game.html' title='Tom Hanks and the football game'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06159364059076214559</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-7911341608266296847.post-1559214363838105763</id><published>2012-10-01T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-01T08:46:22.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS OF A POOL SHED</title><content type='html'>I can&#39;t remember exactly where the dreams starts but I know where it goes and where it ends. &amp;nbsp;If I can recall the beginning I will come back and add it to it..&lt;br /&gt;
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Me and Robin and Vince Vaughn and his 10 year old son were all at mine and Robin&#39;s house. &amp;nbsp;We were all in the living room talking and there became some reason for me to go out back to the pool house. &amp;nbsp;I can&#39;t remember why or what I was going to get, but it was like a brain storm just struck me and something we were talking about was directly connected to the pool house. I was like, &quot;I know what we need, or I know where that is&quot; and I go to find my flashlight and the key to the lock on the door of the pool house and start to head out. &amp;nbsp;Vince and his son come out behind me and ask me where I am going and what I am looking for, I tell them &quot;to the pool house to get what we need&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#39;t have any shoes on so I was walking slow because of the sweet gum seed pods all over the ground and I didn&#39; want to hurt my feet, but Vince took off with his son right behind him. &amp;nbsp;He got to the door and jumped at it like it was going to open and since it had a pad lock on it, he bounced right off and fell on the ground. He then got up and went around back. &amp;nbsp;Now the pool house in my dream is bigger then the actual one. &amp;nbsp;This one has a small deck and walk up set of steps, there is also a ventilation screens on the back side of it. &amp;nbsp;As I am about half way to the house, Robin comes out the main house with a box of Rat Poison and tells me to spreed it all around the inside so none of our stuff gets messed up by the rats. &amp;nbsp;I take it from him and tell him no problem and continue to the door. &amp;nbsp;I put the key in the door and unlock it and walk in and Vince is inside and all cut up and had a little bit of blood coming out of the corner of his mouth (it is day light by this time). &amp;nbsp;I ask him what the hell happened to him and how he got in, and he said he climbed through the vent screen on the back side and fell to the floor. &amp;nbsp;I started laughing at him because there used to be a couch under this screen and he thought it was still there, but Robin and I had cleaned up in there and moved the couch to the corner and stood it up on its end so there was nothing there for him to land on so he landed on the hard floor. &lt;br /&gt;
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I yelled for Robin to come look at this and see what Vince had done to himself &amp;nbsp;and he did. &amp;nbsp;They started talking and I started spreading the rat poison around the room. &amp;nbsp;As I was doing this some other guy showed up that I didn&#39;t know or had ever seen. &amp;nbsp;It was some friend of Robin&#39;s (one of his clients I am thinking) and he starts talking about all the stuff we have in here what we need to do with it, I tell him I don&#39;t even know what the hell is all in here. I walk away from the conversation and I get to the front right hand side of the room and it is kind of jutted out from the normal square shape the pool house is now. &amp;nbsp;As I am spreading the poison around, I start to notice some machines in the corner so I walk over to investigate. &amp;nbsp;There all all kinds of lawn equipment sitting in the corner of this house. Weed eaters, edgers, push mowers, blowers and there are three riding lawn mowers. &amp;nbsp;Each one was bigger then the next. &amp;nbsp;The first one was very small, like for a child, the second one was average size, the third one was very large like you would see the maintenance&amp;nbsp;companies use. &amp;nbsp;I can&#39;t believe these are all sitting here and I run to find Robin and tell him about them. &lt;br /&gt;
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I found Robin lying on a shelf under a blanket and I start to talk to him and tell him what I found. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know if he is awake or even listening to me, but after I am done he pulls the blanket back and gets up to go and look at them, he never said a word. &amp;nbsp; I walked outside and that guy was there talking with Vince and his son. &amp;nbsp;I start to tell Vince what I found and the guy (he was dressed in a tank top and those thin nylon running shorts that left nothing to the imagination) looked at me and then walked back inside the shed to where Robin was and stated to talk to him. &amp;nbsp;I looked at him and thought&amp;nbsp;that was kind of weird and back at Vince and.......&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/1559214363838105763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/2012/10/dreams-of-pool-shed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default/1559214363838105763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default/1559214363838105763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/2012/10/dreams-of-pool-shed.html' title='DREAMS OF A POOL SHED'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06159364059076214559</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-7911341608266296847.post-8400832993778244749</id><published>2012-09-23T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-23T12:19:00.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Dream</title><content type='html'>My dream last night was a bit odd and short. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t really know what to read into this one. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was with someone leaving my place of business, I think it was a restaurant since that is about the only job I have ever had in my life. &amp;nbsp;As we were locking up and walking away there was the very good looking Asian man standing in the door of the business next door. &amp;nbsp;He was tall, thin with jet black hair and pail white skin and wearing tight white jeans (designer&amp;nbsp;style) and a white and black shirt. &amp;nbsp;We both started to talk to him and asking him where he has been that we have not seen him in a while and we missed in at the restaurant. &amp;nbsp;He smiled a amazing white smile and said he would be back, just been busy and for us to come by and see him also, so we did. &amp;nbsp;We walked in to his business, it was a shoe store or clothing store of some kind I am not exactly sure. &amp;nbsp;There was an Asian lady that seemed to be the boss and told this guy to go ahead and close down. &amp;nbsp;There was another shorter Asian guy there working also. &amp;nbsp;Both Asian guys were in there mid 20&#39;s, the white guy that was with me was in his 40&#39;s. &lt;br /&gt;
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As the place started to close down, there was a counter/bar area in the business and we went over there to sit and talk. &amp;nbsp;The tall Asian guy sat net to me on the stools while the other two stood on the other side of the counter. &amp;nbsp;When I looked down I was wearing a rode now with nothing else on&amp;nbsp;underneath&amp;nbsp;it. &amp;nbsp;We keep looking at each other and just kind of innocently&amp;nbsp;flirting&amp;nbsp;with each other. &amp;nbsp;A question was asked, &quot;What are you 3 most favorite serious movies&quot;. &amp;nbsp;I started to answer first. &amp;nbsp;The first movie I thought of was &quot;The Big Chill&quot;, the second movie was on the tip of my&amp;nbsp;tong&amp;nbsp;but I couldn&#39;t get it to come out. &amp;nbsp;I could see the movie in my head but I could never seem to get the name of the movie to come out. &amp;nbsp;It was a movie very&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp;to The Big Chill but but different (I know that makes no since) but that was all I kept saying over and over and over again. &amp;nbsp;When I looked over at the guy sitting next to me, he was now wearing a robe like mine. &amp;nbsp;He looked at me and said he wanted to get comfortable like I was so he&amp;nbsp;decided&amp;nbsp;to change in to his robe and take everything else off. &amp;nbsp;I put my hand on his leg that was exposed and laughed with him and the question was directed to him. &amp;nbsp;He answered the question quickly and with out having to even think about it, but it wasn&#39;t that he answered so fast, it was his voice. &amp;nbsp;When he talked earlier in the dream, he spoke with broken English and not very well. &amp;nbsp;When he answered this question he spoke perfect&amp;nbsp;English&amp;nbsp;with no accent in his voice at all. &amp;nbsp;I just looked at him and he turned to me and smiled....&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/8400832993778244749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/2012/09/asian-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default/8400832993778244749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default/8400832993778244749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/2012/09/asian-dream.html' title='Asian Dream'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06159364059076214559</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-7911341608266296847.post-1723217353248049083</id><published>2012-09-20T09:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-20T09:00:32.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VERY STRANGE</title><content type='html'>My closest friend and I and guy I live with (Robin) are sharing a room. &amp;nbsp;It was a very large room and he had a bed on one end of the room and I had one on the other. &amp;nbsp;One night he was on the phone with a friend of his for most of the night and he was drinking all night while he was doing it. &amp;nbsp;He came in the room around 5am and started to get undressed to get in bed. He usually sleeps in his shorts and tie shirt but tonight he got naked and got in bed. &amp;nbsp;I was woke up as he was doing this and looked over at him and watched him. I noticed something on him as he was getting undressed and got up to go see. &amp;nbsp;He was laying on top of the bed completely naked and looking at me and got down to see him better. &amp;nbsp;What I saw was that he was covered in&amp;nbsp;tattoos. &amp;nbsp;They were all small and were all in a different language so I didn&#39;t know what they said. &amp;nbsp;I started asking him about them and when he did it and why he didn&#39;t tell me he was doing it. &amp;nbsp;He said he told me he was going to do something a few weeks ago, but it still bothered me that he didn&#39;t take me with him to get them done. &amp;nbsp;I started to read through all of them, and noticed a lot of them were just symbols or like decorated pieces. &amp;nbsp;There we one under both nipples, there was one across the top of his chest on the side of his neck and down his sides and around his belly button and over his pubic region (which he had shaved bald). &amp;nbsp;He also had words in different langues like&amp;nbsp;Chinese or&amp;nbsp;Japanese&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;Arabic&amp;nbsp;all over him also. &amp;nbsp;There were ones on his side, on his arms and legs, and on his chest. &amp;nbsp;He rolled over and showed his back and and he had more on his back. &amp;nbsp;As I was looking down his back to his butt, I noticed that it had been shaved also, and he spreed his legs for me and he had something tattooed between his nut sack and his anus. &amp;nbsp;It was still covered with a bandage so I couldn&#39;t see what is said.&lt;br /&gt;
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I asked him why he did all this to himself and he said it was time for a change and time to shade the old and become something new. &amp;nbsp;He was now a new person and his body was his tool. &amp;nbsp;While we were talking, a email came across his laptop in the corner, and he got up. &amp;nbsp;He started getting dressed and I asked him what he was doing and he said duty calls, &quot;the lawnmower man is needed&quot;. &amp;nbsp;I looked at the screen and there was a picture of a dark haired woman on it that said &quot;lawnmower man I need you now!&quot; &amp;nbsp;As he was getting dressed I went down stairs to get something to eat. &amp;nbsp;It seemed that we were in college together in a an apartment &amp;nbsp;someplace. &amp;nbsp;As I was in the kitchen all these people started to come down stairs from some place. &amp;nbsp;I am not sure where they were coming from. &amp;nbsp;His friend&amp;nbsp;Isaiah&amp;nbsp;was living in the house with us and he came out of his room dressed like in the 70&#39;s funk style and he asked me what I thought of what he was wearing and if it worked. &amp;nbsp;I told him it looked good and there was some woman in the door way that I am guessing helped him pick it out and she was shaking her head &quot;yes&quot;. &amp;nbsp;I started looking through the kitchen and Robin came in and got a banana from the top cabinet and I couldn&#39;t reach it and I kept looking and he said, &quot;I got food for everyone but some things just for us&quot; and wanted to know what I was looking for. &amp;nbsp;I told him I didn&#39;t know. &amp;nbsp;He pulled out the pack of packaged sweet rolls and asked if this was the crape that I was looking for and I told him no (it really was) and ended up getting on a chair to reach the banana&#39;s and got one. &amp;nbsp;As I am standing there all these girls continue to come down the stairs and our of Isaiah&#39;s room. &amp;nbsp;We all start to head off to class.&lt;br /&gt;
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Robin grabs his back pack and mountain bike and heads out, he now has this very serious&amp;nbsp;facial&amp;nbsp;expression. I got out to his car (a&amp;nbsp;convertible&amp;nbsp;Jetta) and get in and this black hair girl gets in with me. &amp;nbsp;We start to talk as we are driving and she tells me about all the people that she knows and I knew some of them. &amp;nbsp;I looked up and there was a bush in road and I turned to&amp;nbsp;veered&amp;nbsp;to miss it and the girl flew out of the car. &amp;nbsp;I stopped the car and got out to check on her, when I did I&amp;nbsp;turned&amp;nbsp;the car off. &amp;nbsp;She was&amp;nbsp;OK, just a little scrape and stood back up and pressed a button and tired to get the car to start back up but it would not. &amp;nbsp;As I was standing there a little Alien type person came up behind me and put a large knife to my neck. &amp;nbsp;He was completely white, wearing white clothes, and the knife was white. &amp;nbsp;I stood there for a second and he said he wanted the keys to the car because he was taking it (why an alien need a&amp;nbsp;Volkswagen&amp;nbsp;Jetta, I have no idea). &amp;nbsp;I did something, I can&#39;t remember what it was but I got the knife out of his hand some how and started waving it at him. He had a much large friend with him that grabbed the girl that was in the car with me with his knife. &amp;nbsp;As all this was going down, Robin rode up on his bike and asked what was going on. &amp;nbsp;He looked over the situation and pulled out a very large knife and grabbed the little Alien and stuck it to his throat and told the other guy to back down and get the hell out of here. &amp;nbsp;The big guy&amp;nbsp;dropped&amp;nbsp;his knife and took off and Robin let the little one go. &amp;nbsp;He asked why we stopped and I told him she feel out of the car and I can&#39;t get it started. &amp;nbsp;He pulled the fob from his pocket and pointed to the car and it fired right up and he tossed me the fob and took off. &amp;nbsp;I helped the girl back in the car and we headed on. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;These are some old dreams that wrote down but never posted since I stated this blog. &amp;nbsp; I thought I would add a few more to the mix. &amp;nbsp;I have had two intense dreams the past two nights but since I didn&#39;t get up and write them down like I should have, I forgot them before I could get here. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I am at Robin&#39;s apartment hanging out watching TV and he pulls out the rifle that we bought together a few months ago. I was asking him if he had shot it yet and he told me no. &amp;nbsp;His gun is not the same one that we bought at the show, the one in the dream has a&amp;nbsp;grande&amp;nbsp;launcher or rocket launcher on the bottom of the barrel. &amp;nbsp;We both look at it for a minute and then he aims it at the ceiling and fires off a round through the roof. &amp;nbsp;The missle leaves a small hole in the roof and we hear a explostion off in the distance and we both laugh. &amp;nbsp;He decides to do it again so we can watch it. &amp;nbsp;When he shoots off the second round we both go to the window and watch it fly through the sky. &amp;nbsp;It goes over the trees and starts to deceind and then explodes. &amp;nbsp;We look at each other and wonder if it landed on someone house or car or...we didn&#39;t know. &amp;nbsp;We both ran from the window so no one would see us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;We get outside and and there is a small one man little air craft of some kind and he turns it on. &amp;nbsp;It is hovering right where he is at and I ask him if he likes it better with the slow prop&amp;nbsp;engine&amp;nbsp;or with fast jet thrust engines? &amp;nbsp;He said he liked it better with the slow engine. &amp;nbsp;He bends down and pulls out two red&amp;nbsp;inflatable&amp;nbsp;small life boat shaped devices. &amp;nbsp;When he turns them on they start to hover also and we get in. &amp;nbsp;We start riding around and he gets some kind of message that there is an&amp;nbsp;emergency&amp;nbsp;and he has to go. &amp;nbsp;Someone has been&amp;nbsp;stabbed&amp;nbsp;and needs his help to stop the bleeding. &amp;nbsp;Another lady was with us in another inflatable and &amp;nbsp;we stop by some older mans house and start banging on his door screaming the&amp;nbsp;emergency&amp;nbsp;code to til he comes running out. &amp;nbsp;Simon Baker (the actor that plays the Mentalist on TV) comes running up to me and tells me they have to leave. &amp;nbsp;So they all take off and me and Simon decide to go to O&#39;Charlies (where I used to work) for&amp;nbsp;Sunday&amp;nbsp;brunch. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Next thing I know I am sitting in the kitchen at&amp;nbsp;O&#39;Charly&#39;s&amp;nbsp;but all the team members are the the ones from the Chili&#39;s in San Fran that I used to run and the GM that took over for me when I left (Paul) was there also. &amp;nbsp;We are just sitting on the make line talking about stuff while all the cooks are getting ready for the lunch/brunch rush and I am counting all the cooks that are working for lunch (I think there was 8 or 9). &amp;nbsp;They are all the Hispanic cooks that I hired and a couple of the cute ones didn&#39;t have a shirt on for some reason. &amp;nbsp; They are smoking ribs, cooking off fish (I don&#39;t know why they are cooking fish) and&amp;nbsp;basically&amp;nbsp;goofing off. &amp;nbsp;I notice there is red carpet on the kitchen floor and I start asking Paul why&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;hell he has carpet on the make line in a kitchen. &amp;nbsp;He tells me it helps&amp;nbsp;everyone&#39;s&amp;nbsp;feet and keeps them more comfortable. &amp;nbsp;I kneel down and I am feeling the carpet and ask him how does he clean it and he tells me he steam cleans it every night. &amp;nbsp;This seems kind of stupid to me, but it not my store anymore. &amp;nbsp;I then see at the far end of the line these&amp;nbsp;lady&#39;s&amp;nbsp;walking by and he tells me that that is the new AD and she don&#39;t know shit about anything but we better go. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I was in a class room and the class was about communication. &amp;nbsp;We had an assignment that we had to write a paper about a question that we were asked about ourselves and turn it in the next day. &amp;nbsp;Well the dream started on the next day when I had already turned in the paper to the teacher. &amp;nbsp;You were not in this dream that I can remember, but there were a couple of people that work for me included as classmates. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know who the teacher was, but he was a tall white haired&amp;nbsp;slender&amp;nbsp;man in his late 50&#39;s. &amp;nbsp;In the class that day after we had turned in our papers, the teacher told us that today we were going to have to answer another question about ourselves, but this time we were going to have to do it right now. &amp;nbsp;There is not time to think about it and we were not going to write it down, he was going to ask us something and we had to explain it to him verbally in class and be clear and concise about what we were talking about, and he would grade us from there. &amp;nbsp;I honestly don&#39;t remember what the questions were, but I remember rambling through some kind of answer. &amp;nbsp;After everything was over and he posted the grades out in the hall, I went to look to see how I was graded. &amp;nbsp;The written paper that I took time to think about and mull over all night I got a score of 100%, the verbal question that I had to answer in class, I got a 53%. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I asked him about this and he told me that when I am talking with out thinking I am jumping all over the place and my thoughts seem to ramble with no destination. &amp;nbsp;He said that I need to focus more on what I was wanted to say and then stay on that path and quite moving off to explain the path and just walk the path. &amp;nbsp;Some other stuff happened and we all went to some big house together, but I can&#39;t remember what happened there
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&lt;b&gt;I had a dream that I saw this bright white light energy wave wiping out the world. &amp;nbsp;It was washing over the world like a&amp;nbsp;tilde&amp;nbsp;wave and wiping it clean. &amp;nbsp;The next thing I remember was me and you and a couple of others (I am not sure who the others were) but we were walking down a path (no houses or anything, just like in a path in a&amp;nbsp;field) and I saw the same wave of light heading our way. &amp;nbsp;But this time there was a golden rope that was in front of the wave and it was glowing and weaving around. &amp;nbsp;The people that were with us&amp;nbsp;garbed&amp;nbsp;hold of the rope and were pulled up into a&amp;nbsp;vortex&amp;nbsp;of light. &amp;nbsp;I looked up and it was like a spinning cone shaped energy&amp;nbsp;column&amp;nbsp;with a bright light at the tip where the rope went into. &amp;nbsp;Everyone that had grabbed the rope was heading into this light. &amp;nbsp;The rope went behind me and wrapped around my back and you were standing beside me and you fell down. &amp;nbsp;I reached down for you to help you up with my right hand and grabbed the rope with my left hand to secured it around me and when I did the rope broke it two places and I feel down. &amp;nbsp;Then the wave hit and I woke up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Tuesday night I was hanging out with Drew&amp;nbsp;Breeze&amp;nbsp;(the quarter back) from the New Orleans Saints, why I have no idea. &amp;nbsp;I said lets go to Robins place and hang out so we did. &amp;nbsp;You were there alone, but it wasn&#39;t your apt, it was something much bigger. &amp;nbsp;It had stairs and many different rooms and there was a big open area outside the apt. &amp;nbsp;Well me and him started wrestling around on your bed and he had me pined down and you came in a he asked if you had me and you said yes and he moved off the bed and you got on top of me and held me down. Me and you were wrestling on the bed and Drew said he was going to call some people over to party and you said no. &amp;nbsp;He went on twitter or face book or something and 1,000&#39;s of people started showing up. &amp;nbsp;At this time I was trying to do crowd control and I couldn&#39;t find you. &amp;nbsp;I went back into your room and you were in bed and you got up and started yelling at me to get out and take all these people and never come back...get out, get out, get out!!! &amp;nbsp;You just kept yelling get out over and over again. &amp;nbsp;I got a microphone from some place and started yelling at everyone to leave and then started going through the crowd started getting everyone leave. &amp;nbsp;I finally got everyone out and I went looking for you but I couldn&#39;t find you now. &amp;nbsp;Then I woke up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/2046926782437436764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/2012/09/old-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default/2046926782437436764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default/2046926782437436764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/2012/09/old-dreams.html' title='Old Dreams....'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06159364059076214559</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-7911341608266296847.post-5308509193983461724</id><published>2012-09-16T13:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-16T13:17:49.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SMALL TOWN BUFFET</title><content type='html'>There were 10 of us coming from football game of some kind. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t remember what the game was or who was playing. &amp;nbsp;We were in some small town and had pulled into this circular shaped shopping center and were getting ready to go into this little dinner to eat dinner. &amp;nbsp;We were debating wether or not to eat there. &amp;nbsp;They were serving a buffet in this diner but there was another place across shopping center that sold wings. &amp;nbsp;Eight of us decided to go ahead and go for the buffet while one person didnt get anything and sat on the porch in front of the diner and One lady decided to go get wings. &lt;br /&gt;
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As we all got in the restaurant we order ice tea and told the waitress that we would be having the buffet. &amp;nbsp;The person sitting at the head of the table gulped down his tea because he was thirsty and the waitress looked at him and told him that the refills were not free on tea. &amp;nbsp;We all looked at her and she confirmed her statement the there was no refills on tea. We all looked the waitress like she was crazy, but she was serious. &amp;nbsp;I looked out he door and saw the one lady that decided to eat at the wing house sitting there eating her wings. &amp;nbsp; I got up to start to head to the buffet bar and when I got there, there was only one bowl of half used pasta sitting on the bar. &amp;nbsp;I looked around and saw others eating and couldn&#39;t figure out where they got their food from. &amp;nbsp;I walked over to the waitress to ask her where it came from and she said she didn&#39;t know. &amp;nbsp;At this point I gave &amp;nbsp;up and said I would pay for my tea and leave. &amp;nbsp;I gave the waitress a $1.05 for the tea and just stood there and looked at her for a few minutes to see what would happen. I then started telling her I knew. How much tea cost and I knew that that a 3 gallon iron of yea only cost about $1.00 to make and the fact that they were giving no refills on tea was a joke and a rip off. &amp;nbsp; She didn&#39;t say any thing and just let me walk away.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stared walking toward the wing solace to get my dinner and had to walk down these crazy set of steps over and over and over again. &amp;nbsp;They were like natural stone steps that were short and small and big, all of them were different. &amp;nbsp;They were very steep and I had to be very careful to get down the steps. They were in levels and different sets. &amp;nbsp;Inbetween each set of steps was grass for about 10 ft then more steps. &amp;nbsp;As I was getting to the bottom, I looked to my right and there was a shop of some kind and a young guy walking toward me wearing a UGA hat. &amp;nbsp;The shop seemed to be something like a sporting goods store for clothes, I am not sure. &amp;nbsp;The wing place was ring in front of me now so I started to walk to it.....&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/5308509193983461724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/2012/09/small-town-buffet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default/5308509193983461724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default/5308509193983461724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/2012/09/small-town-buffet.html' title='SMALL TOWN BUFFET'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06159364059076214559</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-7911341608266296847.post-2001706782511718056</id><published>2012-09-11T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-11T10:40:16.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Dreams from Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I remember having three dreams last night but since I am just stating to write them down, it is hard for me to keep them in my head as of now. I am going to put down as much as I can as fast as I can so I can maybe pull them back towards the conscience side of my brain. &amp;nbsp;This is the order in which I remember having the dreams...but they are out of order.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was in a class taking getting ready to take a pop quiz, but I can&#39;t remember what the class was about. &amp;nbsp;I do remember I had a baby snake raped around my finger and the teacher asking me about it and I told her it was not alive and it was something for healing purposes. &amp;nbsp;It had some kind of healing power, but I am not sure what it was for. &amp;nbsp;I was wearing the snake like a ring around my finger and I took it off and it started to move, that is when I realized that it was still alive. &amp;nbsp;The teacher was an older female lady and she turned the class over to a larger guy with a full scraggly beard and he started passing out the&amp;nbsp;quiz&#39;s. &amp;nbsp;There was a girl in the class that had a little dog (small&amp;nbsp;poodle)&amp;nbsp; that she dressed up. It had little booties on it feet and a little dress. &amp;nbsp;I was talking to the guy sitting behind me in class, I don&#39;t know who he was. &amp;nbsp;The papers that were being passed out were not&amp;nbsp;quiz&#39;s&amp;nbsp;they were a list of&amp;nbsp;definitions&amp;nbsp;for the class. &amp;nbsp;They were hard to read and faded out, but it was&amp;nbsp;basically&amp;nbsp;words and what the meaning of that word was. &amp;nbsp; I do remember reading the first two words and trying to remember what they were so I when the test came I would know what was going on, I felt completly unprepared for this and didn&#39;t have a clue as to what was going to happen next. &amp;nbsp;I am trying to remember what the first two words were and why they were the only ones that stuck out for me....&lt;br /&gt;
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I was in New York City and I found the dune buggy that my dad built when I was a teenager. &amp;nbsp;He built this out of an old VW Bettle car. &amp;nbsp;It had two front seats and a bench seat in the back with roll bar across the top. &amp;nbsp;I found the dune buggy in a garage but it had been changed and modified. &amp;nbsp;It had a wooden top built over the back seat and over the motor. &amp;nbsp;I was talking to the old black man that now was driving the dune buggy and telling him I remembered this car and it was my first car that I ever had when I was 16. &amp;nbsp;I told him, my buggy had fog lights on top of the roll bars and he pulled back the wooden top and there were still lights there, but they were not fog lights. &amp;nbsp;it was a pointy dome shaped light that was half red and half blue. &amp;nbsp;It looked like something you would see on top of light bowie out in the ocean. &amp;nbsp;He said it wouldn&#39;t shine forward but it would light up everything around him. &amp;nbsp;He stared to remove the wooden pieces and started to help him and it started to look like the old buggy from my past, we took it out for a drive and we were driving down the streets of New York in this old red and black Dune Buggy....&lt;br /&gt;
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This one is very hard for me to&amp;nbsp;describe. &amp;nbsp;We (not sure who we are) are in a garage and there is train type thing (mono-rail, people mover on &amp;nbsp;rails above ground, like you see at Disney World) and all of the sudden it took off by its self. &amp;nbsp;It was on a long up grade and went around a left hand curve and as we were watching this line of train type cars pull off at a very quick pace. &amp;nbsp;There was about 6-8 cars attached and as they were pulling away, parts of the roofs started to fly off. &amp;nbsp;We all stood there and watched it ride away and as it got to the corner the front half broke off and pulled away and left the back half sitting on the up ramp. &amp;nbsp;When we got up to the curve to look at the curve was not there. &amp;nbsp;The back half of the train had stopped where the rails ended and the front half had gone on to the over side of the break (about 200 ft long break). &amp;nbsp;As we were looking at the break in the rails, another smaller train came flying around the corner going towards the garage. &amp;nbsp;It was a long slider train about 10-15 cars long and hailing ass. &amp;nbsp;It went straight across the break in the rails and re-connected on the other side and started to make the turn and started to lean like it was going to tip over because it was going so fast. &amp;nbsp;It was amazing how it skipped over the 200ft gap and just reconnected on the other side and kept going with out missing a beat. &amp;nbsp;The first car started to come off the track but pulled itself back in line and kept going. &amp;nbsp;After it had blasted by, I started walking over to the other side of the break and looked up at the front part of the train that had stopped after it crossed the gap and started talking to it. &amp;nbsp;I asked it if it was ready to come back home now... &amp;nbsp;It was looking at me and I could see a face in the metal of the front of the train and it was looking down at me and started to shake a part of its engine cover like it was shaking its head yes, it was done. &lt;br /&gt;
I walked away and walked toward a parking lot and Joey (a manager that used to work with me) was there and I was getting something from his car. &amp;nbsp;There were two cars in the parking lot and also two rectangle shaped little ponds about 12&quot; deep each. &amp;nbsp;There was so other kid there that was telling me that I must be rich because of the car we were in, I told him it was not my car it was Joey&#39;s car and started to walk off. &amp;nbsp;I was walking on the edge of one of the ponds and slipped and fell in. &amp;nbsp;I got some kind of papers from him but I don&#39;t know what they were and don&#39;t remember if they got wet or not. &amp;nbsp;There was also some older man there watching me when I fell in and telling me to becareful not to fall in. &amp;nbsp;I got up and walked into the class room.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/2001706782511718056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/2012/09/three-dreams-from-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default/2001706782511718056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911341608266296847/posts/default/2001706782511718056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapeintodreamland.blogspot.com/2012/09/three-dreams-from-last-night.html' title='Three Dreams from Last Night'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06159364059076214559</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></feed>