<?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-1470059472197617066</id><updated>2025-10-31T00:05:57.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-3814965728262886847</id><published>2017-01-19T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2017-01-19T18:32:10.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposed</title><summary type="text">At a distressed wood cabin with her and her bros. &amp;nbsp;They notice my peen through my short legs and I am very embarassed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/3814965728262886847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2017/01/exposed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/3814965728262886847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/3814965728262886847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2017/01/exposed.html' title='Exposed'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-8497544909543052020</id><published>2015-06-09T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-09T05:49:01.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><summary type="text">Dreamed I had hairy Lungs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mb also cut his hair short and I didn&#39;t notice right away or say anything. 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/8497544909543052020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/06/hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/8497544909543052020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/8497544909543052020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/06/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-5085885895352382943</id><published>2015-06-02T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-02T09:20:55.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold watch</title><summary type="text">Dad gives me a present of a gold rolex. I try it on and it has an elastic - like band. I want to wear it but he tells me I should only wear it for special occasions. I then notice that I&#39;m wearing a suit, so I put on the watch. It looks and feels good. 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/5085885895352382943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/06/gold-watch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/5085885895352382943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/5085885895352382943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/06/gold-watch.html' title='Gold watch'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-2114126533193357707</id><published>2015-06-01T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-01T08:54:52.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tig ol bids</title><summary type="text">In outdoor pool playing some kind of football interception game with page three girls. I keep pulling mine around by the waist. She laughs. She&#39;s brunette with big fake tits and a blue bikini made of thin fabric. She looks like Jessica Jane Clement. I try to exit the pool by this tiny hole but can&#39;t quite seem to fit. My uncle is there and says as much. 
I also have a huge phlegm that I can&#39;t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/2114126533193357707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/06/tig-ol-bids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/2114126533193357707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/2114126533193357707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/06/tig-ol-bids.html' title='Tig ol bids'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-3881511111731544579</id><published>2015-05-21T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-05-21T10:34:40.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ukulele</title><summary type="text">Had ukulele and was walking around playing a nice happy chord. &amp;nbsp;Some people look at me and I worry that they know that I don&#39;t know anything else on the instrument. &amp;nbsp;I slowly walk away from them while acting nonchalant.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/3881511111731544579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/05/ukulele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/3881511111731544579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/3881511111731544579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/05/ukulele.html' title='Ukulele'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-8376479297235356004</id><published>2015-05-14T04:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-05-14T04:48:08.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard renovations</title><summary type="text">We just bought a new house and we are fixing the backyard. we&#39;re digging up everything including the fenced in back porch and all the patio stones. we&#39;re digging up the fence and notice that there&#39;s some wasted space at the back of the property. we take the census out and meet the neighbors behind us. one of them comes over and so my cousins and the dog go downstairs while my mom talked to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-1164482453612555</id><published>2015-05-08T05:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-05-08T05:06:29.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KIttens</title><summary type="text">At some weird house with cats. &amp;nbsp;They are clawing the front of my jeans from behind me. &amp;nbsp;I think there&#39;s 3 of them. &amp;nbsp;I recognize them from somehow knowing them when they were kittens. &amp;nbsp;Its daytime outside.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/1164482453612555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/05/kittens.html#comment-form' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-1216684400480111834</id><published>2015-04-30T04:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-04-30T04:28:15.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Chase</title><summary type="text">I&#39;m in some type of unfinished house. there are some friends around and were being chased by a man. but it&#39;s not serious it&#39;s kind of jokey. I often run outside to outflank him. it&#39;s a little bit cold outside kind of like springtime. the house is sparsely decorated and looks a little bit like my girlfriends house before she moved. there&#39;s also something about renting video games there from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/1216684400480111834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/04/house-chase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/1216684400480111834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/1216684400480111834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/04/house-chase.html' title='House Chase'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-2715551681852977804</id><published>2015-04-27T04:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-04-27T04:27:51.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twofer</title><summary type="text">I am at a hotel and there&#39;s a guy yelling on his phone outside at the restaurant. Lauren tells him to shut the f*** up and he hears. then I do the same and hide my face. later on I work at a stock exchange and I see him there. he&#39;s a new consultants that we brought in to help us. he doesn&#39;t know that&#39;s me that&#39;s told him to be quiet and I do my best to disguise my voice but I worry that he&#39;s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/2715551681852977804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/04/twofer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/2715551681852977804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/2715551681852977804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/04/twofer.html' title='Twofer'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-8110798095602475838</id><published>2015-04-24T04:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-04-24T17:18:21.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donate blood</title><summary type="text">This one&#39;s still a little fuzzy. Something to do with me wanting to donate blood. but then people are trying to get my ca 3 neurons. They&#39;re doing something like attaching a pipette to my neurons too remove the fluorescent soma. I somehow think this is normal and go along with it.
I was also riding my bike with flat tires at some point. 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/8110798095602475838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/04/donate-blood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/8110798095602475838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/8110798095602475838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/04/donate-blood.html' title='Donate blood'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-8299462407422945483</id><published>2015-04-23T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-04-23T06:19:20.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recorder</title><summary type="text">RuNning out from somewhere with recorder flute. It&#39;s BRown. People laugh but I don&#39;t care. I&#39;m playing it in higher and higher notes as I run out, ending on D.&amp;nbsp; 
I&#39;m in a movie theatre with a guitar. I&#39;m just gently paying along with the background music. Suddenly the movie stops and the lights come on. Then it&#39;s me and CB playing guitar for the audience. I&#39;m just doing chords randomly and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/8299462407422945483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/04/recorder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/8299462407422945483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/8299462407422945483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/04/recorder.html' title='Recorder'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-1436062394461907896</id><published>2015-04-21T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-04-21T04:46:31.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball</title><summary type="text">On a trip with my family. me and Spencer are playing in a tunnel and Spencers doing backflips. in the dark someone comes up to us and asks if I&#39;m me. this person turns out to be my childhood friend JG. I&#39;m happy to see him and push him on the shoulder. he starts talking about basketball and how British people don&#39;t know how to shoulder check or they shoulder check incorrectly. we watch some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/1436062394461907896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/04/basketball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/1436062394461907896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/1436062394461907896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/04/basketball.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-629448645728674881</id><published>2015-04-20T04:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-04-20T04:53:25.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band trip</title><summary type="text">On band trip. Everyone is scrambling to get their assignments done on time.&amp;#160; Megan from mad men is there. I finger her and she comes really hard (she like stands up somehow).&amp;#160; Someone else comes in the room and I do the same thing to them but they don&#39;t come as hard and its a little disappointing. I go to bed.&amp;#160; When I wake up I&#39;m in a ground floor room with my family. There&#39;s a bum</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/629448645728674881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/04/band-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/629448645728674881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/629448645728674881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2015/04/band-trip.html' title='Band trip'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-7397165631552356150</id><published>2014-12-05T05:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-12-05T05:41:00.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime skiing</title><summary type="text">I&#39;m at a hill that is very steep. I have my skis on but I&#39;m not going down the hill because its too steep. People around me are going down and the hill was very crowded people that I know are also going down. It looks like a ski jump there are two lanes one with very tightly compacted snow and one with very sparse snow and there&#39;s also grass sticking out. I make my way down to the bottom by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/7397165631552356150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/12/summertime-skiing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/7397165631552356150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/7397165631552356150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/12/summertime-skiing.html' title='Summertime skiing'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-753254759168918052</id><published>2014-12-05T05:36:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2014-12-05T05:36:59.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Angie</title><summary type="text">In wooden room with angelina jolie.&amp;nbsp; She starts going down on me but I can&#39;t really feel it.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/753254759168918052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/12/blonde-angie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/753254759168918052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/753254759168918052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/12/blonde-angie.html' title='Blonde Angie'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-3892660700763827908</id><published>2014-12-05T05:36:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2014-12-05T05:36:49.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmonica search</title><summary type="text">Recieved complex harmonica as a gift and was pretty good at playing it.&amp;nbsp; It folded and had three tiers of notes you could play.&amp;nbsp; The I lose and am searching for it.&amp;nbsp; I see other harmonicas around and am cautious to try them as they have other people&#39;s spit on them.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/3892660700763827908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/12/harmonica-search.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/3892660700763827908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/3892660700763827908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/12/harmonica-search.html' title='Harmonica search'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-8147363315624993471</id><published>2014-12-05T05:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-12-05T05:36:37.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work drama</title><summary type="text">JB pissed at me at work.&amp;#160; Takes my cellphone and throws it down the hall.&amp;#160; I collectfthe broken pieces and confront her in the main room in the corner by the tanks. I tell her i wont rat on her but if theres a next time I will.&amp;nbsp; I feel satisfied with myself that I didnt rat her out and now have a silver bullet.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/8147363315624993471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/12/work-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/8147363315624993471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/8147363315624993471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/12/work-drama.html' title='Work drama'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-9041698853569528913</id><published>2014-09-23T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-23T04:46:57.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circuit board closure</title><summary type="text">In some random apartment building.&amp;nbsp; Look out on rooftops of adjacent buildings and notice that they are covered with giant circuit boards, probably homemade.&amp;nbsp; Inside, my parents are back together and its christmas.&amp;nbsp; My dad is sad and my mom tells him he needs closure.&amp;nbsp; My dad begins closing all the doors around him as we tell him how therapeutic it all is.&amp;nbsp; He says he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/9041698853569528913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/09/circuit-board-closure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/9041698853569528913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/9041698853569528913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/09/circuit-board-closure.html' title='Circuit board closure'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-8971327441031210697</id><published>2014-09-17T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-17T08:28:18.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight face</title><summary type="text">At beach thing with friends, having fake argument. &amp;nbsp;We&#39;re sitting at a table, two people on each side under a palm-leaf roof. &amp;nbsp;Break character a couple times cause its too funny but I regain composure. &amp;nbsp;Laughing on inside a lot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/8971327441031210697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/09/straight-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/8971327441031210697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/8971327441031210697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/09/straight-face.html' title='Straight face'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-1790807318389109715</id><published>2014-09-12T05:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-12T05:52:36.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slidey</title><summary type="text">At a wooden pier that has hills and peaks with KC. After looking at the ocean a bit I decide to go down around to the waters edge.&amp;nbsp; I slide on smooth shoes downhill all the way including narrowly missing hitting a big black guy in a grey muscle shirt.&amp;nbsp; Its pretty fun.&amp;nbsp; The girl I&#39;m with is very sweet and doting.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/1790807318389109715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/09/slidey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/1790807318389109715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/1790807318389109715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/09/slidey.html' title='Slidey'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-4622465448632149201</id><published>2014-09-11T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-11T05:23:27.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Park crash</title><summary type="text">Some kind of plane crash in TB park. We&#39;re at the south end and I accuse my companion of only being interested because Jeri Ryan is there. 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/4622465448632149201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/09/park-crash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/4622465448632149201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/4622465448632149201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/09/park-crash.html' title='Park crash'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-2093807770586017713</id><published>2014-09-09T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-09T09:08:29.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucid a bit</title><summary type="text">Discover through checking watch that I&#39;m dreaming. &amp;nbsp;Start to kiss this random girl and find her lips to be very soft and real. &amp;nbsp;I lose lucidity shortly after.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/2093807770586017713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/09/lucid-bit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/2093807770586017713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/2093807770586017713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/09/lucid-bit.html' title='Lucid a bit'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-7093991690909030769</id><published>2014-09-09T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-09T09:07:47.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helicopter power lines</title><summary type="text">Flying helicopter at dusk. &amp;nbsp;The sun has gone down but the sky is still blue. &amp;nbsp;We descending and I notice some power lines overhead. &amp;nbsp;We cut through them and I complain to the pilot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/7093991690909030769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/09/helicopter-power-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/7093991690909030769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/7093991690909030769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/09/helicopter-power-lines.html' title='Helicopter power lines'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-4067237305399989031</id><published>2014-09-04T05:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-04T05:32:15.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gribcage</title><summary type="text">In hometown with CB.&amp;#160; Waiting at corner where CBM is located.&amp;#160; See a car get egged and talk about how childish a prank like that is.&amp;#160; Say to CB that we did that too and its a part of growing up.&amp;#160; Have egg yolk in hand for some reason and it makes my hand sticky.&amp;#160; Look over to part of intersection where the road slopes down and CB and TG are roughhousing.&amp;#160; Suddenly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/4067237305399989031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/09/gribcage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/4067237305399989031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/4067237305399989031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/09/gribcage.html' title='Gribcage'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470059472197617066.post-1837888292911820132</id><published>2014-09-03T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-03T05:31:21.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latex</title><summary type="text">At house party.&amp;nbsp; Its Halloween.&amp;nbsp; Many people from my elementary school are there and some a&amp;nbsp; people I don&#39;t know.&amp;nbsp; KR is there with some unknowns and they all are wearing tight latex costumes.&amp;nbsp; Decide I will join them and wear this black latex cocktail dress for a laugh.&amp;nbsp; Everyone thinks its hilarious and I look for KR to show her.&amp;nbsp; I keep having tk rearrange my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/feeds/1837888292911820132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/09/latex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/1837888292911820132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470059472197617066/posts/default/1837888292911820132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmon1.blogspot.com/2014/09/latex.html' title='Latex'/><author><name>salmon8080</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039392358040433057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV90o8tL7aOWkscRPqd5gP24NOE-gvv1BZsAzz86gpy4Y3uEhagBFhstFa7ND_uCFNqQlcww0POsDMsFn8_RyvoZFMFHoVnkaAj4W9fnEzv7nUVgQovxyozLpIdvpEOA/s220/1303676293145s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>