<?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: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-26685118</id><updated>2012-01-31T22:08:02.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What dreams may come</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog to keep track of my dreams and hear the interesting interpretations of others. The dreams are as much as I can recall of them and may be out of order and in rather rough format.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354901448543989634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kbtXXxuA4JM/R919jfG4aJI/AAAAAAAAAnk/B7ucAgHECxE/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>604</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-925355987940819691</id><published>2012-01-29T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T15:37:55.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>intersection emergency</title><content type='html'>I was approaching an intersection with traffic lights. When I got there the traffic lights changed to that they were green in both directions. I was worried that this would cause chaos as everyone would think they had the right of way. I was going to call emergency services on my phone but my mother said something about Rory (or someone) knowing about it and they would deal with it. In the meantime my mother climbed up on the traffic lights to set them to the warning signals instead of being green.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-925355987940819691?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/925355987940819691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=925355987940819691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/925355987940819691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/925355987940819691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2012/01/intersection-emergency.html' title='intersection emergency'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-5462530032219908123</id><published>2012-01-26T06:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T06:28:17.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go</title><content type='html'>Dreamt Dave was having a hard time letting me go. He had a trolley full of things he was suing for. He had some baby strollers as evidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-5462530032219908123?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5462530032219908123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=5462530032219908123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5462530032219908123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5462530032219908123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2012/01/letting-go.html' title='letting go'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-6276332970118062093</id><published>2012-01-22T20:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:23:18.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mayor</title><content type='html'>dream that robert was a mayor of a town but he was experiencing some opposition and so I was counseling Murray that the weight (spiritually and other) was too much , that he should just lay it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-6276332970118062093?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6276332970118062093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=6276332970118062093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6276332970118062093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6276332970118062093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2012/01/mayor.html' title='mayor'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-657189515417249594</id><published>2011-12-29T08:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T09:12:57.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this seemed odd to me</title><content type='html'>Last night was a pretty bad might sleep-wise but a lot of dream as I guess I was in a lot of REM for the maybe 4 hours that I slept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in an arena administering a test. The students were writing in the stadium seats and there were only a few students left. Brian said to me that he would finish getting the last papers. The students needed to find their 'partner' before they left the arena so there were a couple of students wandering around looking for their partner. Other than that the arena was mostly empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a giant dumpster about the size in height of an apartment building. I was using it as a vantage point for the riot that was going on below. The students were excited and throwing their jackets in the air- trying to get them through the hole at the top of the dumpster. This seemed very odd to me- why lose your jacket? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was with Angel1na J0lie and we were talking about her nanny Beverly and the issues she has. Zahara was wearing 6 inch heels and managing to totter about in them, but it didn't look very comfortable and seemed odd to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I dreamed about being at work in the actual building that I work at (which has a central open space). There was a board on runners that extended partly over the open space. I got on the board and it started to move. I saw that the runners would end and so I dug my heels down and tilted the board so that it and I catapulted onto safety on the side. I was going to tell people that it is a safety hazard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-657189515417249594?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/657189515417249594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=657189515417249594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/657189515417249594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/657189515417249594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-seemed-odd-to-me.html' title='this seemed odd to me'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-2946211223000597597</id><published>2011-12-17T18:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T18:34:49.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>navigating the bend</title><content type='html'>In Church everyone put a shoe in the center of the room to receive a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;There was not much furniture in the room, just the shoes in the center.&lt;br /&gt;(In the Bible taking the shoes off signifies holiness so maybe this dream is saying that holiness is blessed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was driving on the right side of the road navigating a bend in the road. There was a big truck that just turned and wasn't quite in his lane. I braked and hoped that he would get in his lane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-2946211223000597597?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2946211223000597597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=2946211223000597597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/2946211223000597597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/2946211223000597597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/12/navigating-bend.html' title='navigating the bend'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-8690094481389606200</id><published>2011-12-04T18:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:00:19.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>working and helping</title><content type='html'>I was working and it was 4pm so the doors closed but an instructor came by. The doors in this dream were all wooden. I ran to open the door and help the instructor. He had long hair and a long beard.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was working another day and I was moving between buildings but it was lunchtime and the wooden doors were closing. Luckily, someone came out and I could get in. You can't get in the wooden doors without someone helping you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-8690094481389606200?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8690094481389606200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=8690094481389606200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8690094481389606200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8690094481389606200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/12/working-and-helping.html' title='working and helping'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-4639055598730045260</id><published>2011-11-17T21:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:42:50.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncy stairs</title><content type='html'>Dreamt that the stairs were colourful and bouncy- lots of fun! I couldn't tell if they were going up or down- they seemed to change quite a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-4639055598730045260?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4639055598730045260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=4639055598730045260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4639055598730045260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4639055598730045260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/11/bouncy-stairs.html' title='Bouncy stairs'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-3170490060215322882</id><published>2011-11-16T06:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:46:08.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Closet and Christmas</title><content type='html'>There was a hole in the downstairs closet which had grey insulation behind it and James pulled it out to play with it. I told him not to, but he continued to do it. So then I drew an imaginary line in front of the closet and told him he couldn't go it the closet. I assume there must have been an associated punishment if he did as he did not cross the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was making Christmas packages and she had made a bag full of round objects with letters on them but she couldn't remember which one she had put James' present in!&lt;br /&gt;My present was big and heavy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-3170490060215322882?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3170490060215322882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=3170490060215322882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3170490060215322882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3170490060215322882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/11/closet-and-christmas.html' title='Closet and Christmas'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-314235125769495074</id><published>2011-11-12T05:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T05:21:47.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>circle</title><content type='html'>I had arrived early at the Church so there weren't very many cars. I hadn't parked very well- I think I was in 2 spaces. I couldn't decide if I should move it. I didn't want it to get hit but I also didn't want to take 2 parking spaces.&lt;br /&gt;The Church was not Rustle. I didn't know anybody except Lynann. They were getting in a prayer circle but I didn't know and got hit with someone's arm flying around. Lynann laughed at me. I got in the prayer circle even though I didn't really know anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-314235125769495074?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/314235125769495074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=314235125769495074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/314235125769495074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/314235125769495074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/11/circle.html' title='circle'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-6380199038952498047</id><published>2011-11-09T06:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T06:49:30.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>choir</title><content type='html'>I was in a choir that was set to sing, but things kept coming up and we had to get down from the stage. People were rearranging the packages and some of the people had to leave. We all wanted to sing though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-6380199038952498047?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6380199038952498047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=6380199038952498047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6380199038952498047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6380199038952498047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/11/choir.html' title='choir'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-8660131609518582188</id><published>2011-11-08T19:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:17:40.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>leading the dance</title><content type='html'>I was near the front at a sort of concert and leading the dance. But the dancing was more like band marching. Lot of marching on the spot and raising stiff arms. I was dancing and Tammy from BMH work was across the stage as my partner. But we got to a part that I didn't know well and so she needed to lead. She could sing with it as well, even though there didn't seem to be words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-8660131609518582188?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8660131609518582188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=8660131609518582188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8660131609518582188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8660131609518582188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/11/leading-dance.html' title='leading the dance'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-5420120955711946388</id><published>2011-11-07T12:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T12:47:07.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>alternate route</title><content type='html'>I put James on a bus to get where we were going but I think I was walking. I got there first and was waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of routes. He had to transfer at some point. He wasn't concerned and neither was I, we were just different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-5420120955711946388?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5420120955711946388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=5420120955711946388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5420120955711946388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5420120955711946388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/11/alternate-route.html' title='alternate route'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-5271454638801142207</id><published>2011-11-06T06:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T06:28:05.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>music</title><content type='html'>I was sitting at an outdoor patio (for a cafe maybe) by myself and there was live music coming from afar. Maybe from a stage or concert area that I could not see. It first it was a rock songy type of thing but then songs about Jesus came on. I was telling people that it was my friend singing and wasn't it great? I was so happy to hear those songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was helping with a course at the university. A lady was teaching it. I kept finding articles of clothing left in the class and leaving them on her desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a glass building and trying to figure out how to go to the bathroom discretely. Their toilet was in the elevator which also was glass. I think I found a private room somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-5271454638801142207?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5271454638801142207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=5271454638801142207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5271454638801142207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5271454638801142207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/11/music.html' title='music'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-4332320686295302517</id><published>2011-11-04T20:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T20:51:26.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire in the building</title><content type='html'>I was walking toward a high apartment building and I could see that it was on fire. There were other buildings with fires in them as well.&lt;br /&gt;I went in to one and there was a pet shop maybe over the fire and there was also water being sprayed and the floor under the pets sank down. They didn't seem worried. Noone was running out, just sinking.&lt;br /&gt;I went all over the building looking for something and left my shoes somewhere in the process and had to run all around looking for them.&lt;br /&gt;I needed Ana's help to get past a locked door.&lt;br /&gt;I was also trying to talk to someone from the adjoining Church but they were very busy planning a party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-4332320686295302517?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4332320686295302517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=4332320686295302517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4332320686295302517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4332320686295302517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/11/fire-in-building.html' title='Fire in the building'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-4380261636228560024</id><published>2011-11-03T23:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T23:36:32.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorting laundry</title><content type='html'>Dreamt I was sorting laundry downstairs in the new house. There was so much of it! James called from upstairs to ask something. I couldn't quite hear him, but I told him yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas or his sister were being held in a room by terrorists. You could not get out of that room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up in a &lt;a href="http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/l.htm"&gt;dream dictionary&lt;/a&gt; about sorting laundry and it said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To dream that you are sorting the laundry, indicates that you are trying to understand your own feelings and sort your attitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-4380261636228560024?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4380261636228560024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=4380261636228560024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4380261636228560024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4380261636228560024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/11/sorting-laundry.html' title='Sorting laundry'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-8304401345261667430</id><published>2011-10-20T22:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:28:07.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>department store computers</title><content type='html'>I was in this place like a department store but maybe it was a new type of school. It had lots of computers. Anne was there. All the computers went down because of the mail server. I was drinking a drink like cherry yogurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-8304401345261667430?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8304401345261667430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=8304401345261667430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8304401345261667430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8304401345261667430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/10/department-store-computers.html' title='department store computers'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-3371972058079666546</id><published>2011-10-14T22:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T22:41:39.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping in</title><content type='html'>I went to visit my friend Jim. He was in the garage so I just walked in the garage. I was on the top ledge and he was down on the floor behind the car or truck that was parked maybe with a towing attachment with a boat and hay. I jumped down into the boat (cushioned by the hay so I didn't get hurt). He looked surprised and left the garage and went out the door. When I got out of the hay and walked to the door, I saw that he had locked it. I was stunned and just stood there. Eventually his family came back and they all did normal things but in separated locations. Like in the same room, but still far away from each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-3371972058079666546?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3371972058079666546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=3371972058079666546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3371972058079666546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3371972058079666546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/10/jumping-in.html' title='Jumping in'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-4467678521411021283</id><published>2011-09-08T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:23:03.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday</title><content type='html'>dreamt i got a free hotel room holiday. i thought it hada hot tub but it was more of a pond, where I put my feet in and the little fish swam around.&lt;br /&gt;hannah was there. she had a cheap room- only $40- but not free. I teased her.&lt;br /&gt;Katrina was there and tried to get us to listen at the door, but I couldn't hear anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-4467678521411021283?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4467678521411021283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=4467678521411021283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4467678521411021283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4467678521411021283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/09/holiday.html' title='holiday'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-4574205533624371145</id><published>2011-09-03T06:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T06:45:33.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>transporting</title><content type='html'>Lynann was parking but there was a guy standing almost in the parking spot at the back. So she avoids him and parks with the back end of the vehicle sticking out. When I open the door to get out and see that her parking really blocks the entrance to the parking lot. So she went to move it and I got in the back, though I didn't need to and she was whizzing around the parking lot trying to find a place. There were poles that were only 2 feet apart that she pretended to try to get through as she had only left about 2 feet for others to get through when she was parked previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an elderly gentleman who was taking his grandkids and dog for a walk. Trying to get them down the stairs he had the strolled + a kid on a walking 'leash' and the kid walked through a giant puddle and got soaked. Saw him hanging on a hook getting wet too and then being lowered down with a bemused look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a Church service in a room. We were singing so we were all standing and I had my hand up worshipping God and Stacy from work came over and so I put one hand on her and one hand to God singing something like "Lord we pray for this city" maybe praying for Stacy too. Everyone else was quiet as this was going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-4574205533624371145?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4574205533624371145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=4574205533624371145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4574205533624371145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4574205533624371145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/09/transporting.html' title='transporting'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-3831614729460776562</id><published>2011-08-31T04:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T04:30:04.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys choir</title><content type='html'>I arrived for a boys choir presentation. My page I was carrying was the old one as it still had Brenda S's signature but I think it still had the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving with a trailer- to go through the mall or not was the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving Rachel's kids a block. Couldn't they walk? New baby. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-3831614729460776562?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3831614729460776562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=3831614729460776562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3831614729460776562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3831614729460776562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/08/boys-choir.html' title='Boys choir'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-2498446520805253352</id><published>2011-08-25T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T13:04:04.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In a bad night there may be lots of dreams</title><content type='html'>I was sleeping very lightly last night so I think that made for more REM and dreams. But the order of the dreams has been lost on me. And probably lots of the details.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote some notes in the pitch black in my book but didn't bring the book to work so I'm going off memory for now- will update if the book shows that I missed anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the dream involved me packing up and leaving.&lt;br /&gt;And the packing was taking longer that I planned. (I am in the process of moving so this is mimicing real life!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at the birds and down below them one of the baby koalas had fallen out so I wanted to get the zookeeper to put him back in the koala nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a dirt road area and at the start were a number of figure 8 tipe curves, but may shaped more like a B on its side. There was a lady driving ahead of me so I went off on a curve to let her get by and out of the curvy area, but she circled back and almost hit me. It looked like she was going to stay circling so I decided to get out of the curves first. I drove out of the curvy area that had some light into the path that was dark and had steep inclines. I would need to be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-2498446520805253352?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2498446520805253352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=2498446520805253352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/2498446520805253352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/2498446520805253352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-bad-night-there-may-be-lots-of.html' title='In a bad night there may be lots of dreams'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-2183165270971922688</id><published>2011-08-14T07:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T07:51:27.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>with Marla</title><content type='html'>I was getting worried about where James was - I didn't know what city he was in. He was with Marla. She said she would return him the next day "because you're his mother".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the dream was in a futuristic setting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-2183165270971922688?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2183165270971922688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=2183165270971922688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/2183165270971922688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/2183165270971922688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/08/with-marla.html' title='with Marla'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-7832741470638650556</id><published>2011-08-11T08:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T08:26:03.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I should not watch murder mysteries before sleep</title><content type='html'>Last night I watched a murder mystery before I went to sleep and as a result there was lots of violence in my dream. People tied up. Thumbs cut off. Dead animals cut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dreamed I was working late for Lynann and I had to go out. I knew the security code but was pretty paniced about using it and getting back in. But Ana might still be there so I might not have to use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-7832741470638650556?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7832741470638650556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=7832741470638650556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7832741470638650556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7832741470638650556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/08/maybe-i-should-not-watch-murder.html' title='Maybe I should not watch murder mysteries before sleep'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-5208705979340092083</id><published>2011-08-08T23:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:13:54.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spinning elevator</title><content type='html'>There was a central elevator in the core of the building but I decided to take the stairs. I needed to walk downstairs to take the stairs up for some reason. But when I got to where the stairwell was supposed to be it was an elevator that spun around the outside of the building. I was really thrown around, but it was going up in its own way. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-5208705979340092083?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5208705979340092083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=5208705979340092083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5208705979340092083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5208705979340092083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/08/spinning-elevator.html' title='spinning elevator'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-8545747454549748700</id><published>2011-08-06T03:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T03:52:49.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kim goes back to school</title><content type='html'>Kim was checking out the cost of going back to school. The numbers were written on cars. The same for every year.&lt;br /&gt;I got a letter of acceptance but at first I didn't read it as I hadn't applied but then I read that I had been accepted so I thought I should read the whole thing but I had already torn a lot up, so I asked Kim if she had a copy and she said she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the vehicle the boys use today is road worthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-8545747454549748700?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8545747454549748700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=8545747454549748700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8545747454549748700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8545747454549748700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/08/kim-goes-back-to-school.html' title='kim goes back to school'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-2362993861663033197</id><published>2011-08-02T04:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T04:20:28.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>evidence</title><content type='html'>Tony was a cashier at the A&amp;P. I had to grab him for something so he had to organize his break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Tony's house working in the kitchen. I said hi to people coming in, that I was a friend of his daughter. But I was actually looking for evidence. I thought the daughter had seen something that could help convict someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-2362993861663033197?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2362993861663033197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=2362993861663033197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/2362993861663033197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/2362993861663033197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/08/evidence.html' title='evidence'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-924740413663868908</id><published>2011-08-01T21:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:21:28.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby E</title><content type='html'>Dreamt that I had a new baby but was failing to connect because I had so much work to do. The baby was 3 days old and I realized that I hadn't breastfed him. Someone must have been bottle feeding him. Myron was holding him and he started to fall and I caught him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feels like it fits with my life right now as I am starting a number of new things- new house, new job- they can be a new start like a new baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-924740413663868908?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/924740413663868908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=924740413663868908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/924740413663868908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/924740413663868908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/08/baby-e.html' title='Baby E'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-7483906117235419846</id><published>2011-08-01T04:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T04:14:22.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Church</title><content type='html'>The Church that I was visiting had groups based on career. The particular church was the king koil church, so they were subdivided in groups that look at springs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were having cake the week I visited and invited me back for the next time they would have cake. There was a girl who would be sharing a special date with another guy so they wanted to spread out the celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could wander around and go to classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to one guy something about how it was good that the guys supported one another. Supported him in particular as he was going through something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-7483906117235419846?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7483906117235419846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=7483906117235419846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7483906117235419846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7483906117235419846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/08/career-church.html' title='Career Church'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-6931169186966163419</id><published>2011-07-27T08:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T10:06:33.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to TO</title><content type='html'>not in any particular order from the dream:&lt;br /&gt;Going on a trip to TO with Mike M. Not sure how we were getting there but when we were there he told me he was sorry that we would be taking cabs. We had 2 desitnations across town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in the dream there was a large jet engine noise (probably a car outside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone won a ride on a mechanical bull as well as something else and we were going to watch. It was on the drive to TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to scoop snow from a snowbank with a mini shovel (like a kids one for the beach) and it was going so slowly. I needed a new shovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo saying she posted enough photos already, she didn't need to do Christmas ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-6931169186966163419?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6931169186966163419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=6931169186966163419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6931169186966163419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6931169186966163419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/trip-to-to.html' title='trip to TO'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-4985402763719745384</id><published>2011-07-25T05:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T05:20:49.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flipping</title><content type='html'>I was working in a library and it was the end of the day so I was picking up the materials that people had used during the day. I was supposed to be keeping a count but I wasn't writing things down- just keeping them in my head, which didn't seem like a very reliable method.&lt;br /&gt;One guy was asking about a book he was just reading that was in a set. The next book he wanted to read you had to flip the first one upside down. I put it away in it's package as it was a set of 3 and assured him he would be able to read it the next time he was in, just to look for it like I had shown him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my parent's house. A lot of vegetables had gone bad- they were putting them in a large pile and planning on shopping on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald was running a youth group in Trenton and living somewhere in between Kingston and Trenton- maybe Belleville? Made for a lot of driving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al went to pick him (or someone else) up and some people commented that it was an 1.5 hour commitment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-4985402763719745384?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4985402763719745384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=4985402763719745384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4985402763719745384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4985402763719745384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-was-working-in-library-and-it-was-end.html' title='Flipping'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-4022399636051399607</id><published>2011-07-23T06:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T06:51:43.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>donut factory</title><content type='html'>It was the start of classes and the engineering students were getting a trip to the donut factory.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them were banned from the buses but still got on anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I told Brian that they shouldn't have even been in groups if we didn't want them on the buses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-4022399636051399607?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4022399636051399607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=4022399636051399607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4022399636051399607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4022399636051399607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/donut-factory.html' title='donut factory'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-6003306700160728291</id><published>2011-07-19T05:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T06:08:40.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>neighbours</title><content type='html'>I was living at Rustle and there was music that I was not playing but could hear it from another part of Rustle. Then I could hear a neighbour banging saying "Rustleland!" Someone opened the door and spoke with the neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was outside with Al (pastor) explaining what happened. I told him someone knocked and called out "Rustleland!". They were complaining about the music. Al said that he didn't understand- that we were there every night except Wednesday and it should be ok.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fat and ugly(?) and I love the children". Al was looking at me funny so I had to explain that that was what the neighbour was saying, that I didn't think I was fat and ugly. Al said that he loved the children too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were sitting down with the neighbour. The neighbour had made these large nacho/taco chips with some kind of pink paste on it. I think Rustle had supplied all the materials. The neighbour had them to the side on the floor where we were sitting down. Al reached over and grabbed one and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream I never saw the neighbours face or actually any part of the neighbour. They were just a presence that I knew was there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-6003306700160728291?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6003306700160728291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=6003306700160728291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6003306700160728291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6003306700160728291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/neighbours.html' title='neighbours'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-5220000015355863971</id><published>2011-07-15T07:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T07:15:55.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>selling</title><content type='html'>dreamt about selling this house. deciding on a price- 160. There were snowbanks on the side but it was good as the spring groundwater had not run off. 311.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-5220000015355863971?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5220000015355863971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=5220000015355863971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5220000015355863971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5220000015355863971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/selling.html' title='selling'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-3790377275285546523</id><published>2011-07-09T04:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T05:00:08.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Einstein</title><content type='html'>Dreamt about being on a university campus and the area was full and everyone had to shuffle along- it was like a game where you had to move all the pieces in the right way to solve a puzzle but in this case it was to move along. Eistein had been there but he was hiding - didn't like too much interaction with people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-3790377275285546523?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3790377275285546523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=3790377275285546523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3790377275285546523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3790377275285546523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/einstein.html' title='Einstein'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-6009786028095196732</id><published>2011-07-04T04:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T04:52:25.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory</title><content type='html'>Jason and Rachel and co. had made a movie and I went to the preview.&lt;br /&gt;I remember thinking at the end that it was victory!&lt;br /&gt;After it was done it was black and Jason and Rachel skated out of the dark and we clapped.&lt;br /&gt;The kids were there clapping too.&lt;br /&gt;August could see himself on the screen and was clapping too. Everyone was clapping for everyone else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-6009786028095196732?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6009786028095196732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=6009786028095196732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6009786028095196732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6009786028095196732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/victory.html' title='Victory'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-6781068013374805299</id><published>2011-06-20T09:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T10:42:17.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kittens</title><content type='html'>Between 4-6am I had these dreams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were all these kittens in a hall or room and just wandering about aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lead my kittens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting my hair cut, just a trim. The hairdresser was very unsure and kept needing assistance from another. Just a little bit of hair got cut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-6781068013374805299?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6781068013374805299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=6781068013374805299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6781068013374805299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6781068013374805299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/06/kittens.html' title='kittens'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-4769549226230189203</id><published>2011-06-18T07:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T07:39:49.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>airplane food</title><content type='html'>dreamt i was walking a path up a hill with james. but then the path turned into an airplane and they had all these gourmet foods that they were trying to test for if they would be good for airline food. i was encouraged to sit and test but i only looked as I was still on the go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-4769549226230189203?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4769549226230189203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=4769549226230189203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4769549226230189203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4769549226230189203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/06/airplane-food.html' title='airplane food'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-7800722788680133190</id><published>2011-06-12T21:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:36:04.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>attempt</title><content type='html'>stemming from my job transfer:&lt;br /&gt;d. was sabotaging my 3 year job. somehow he was doing this even though i did not work for him anymore. how he was doing this seemed to be by having multiple girlfriends in quick succession. how this would affect me and my job, i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting at a round table across from B. I noticed that my hair was up in a towel and i went to apologize but then I noticed B's was as well and it was dyed blonde! So i did not aplogize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-7800722788680133190?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7800722788680133190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=7800722788680133190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7800722788680133190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7800722788680133190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/06/attempt.html' title='attempt'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-9085571773287798184</id><published>2011-06-05T22:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:10:47.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>speeding elevator</title><content type='html'>it involved staying at this complex that had apartments, shops on the main floor.&lt;br /&gt;it was very complicated to get around.&lt;br /&gt;i got to the apartment that we were going to be staying at, but then realized that I hadn't checked in and it was just after 3pm so it was time to check in, so I went down but it was very difficult to find the rental office, but when I did, they asked me if I had got their email. I said I had , but I hadn't understood it. It had read "violent night". They asked if there was still baby things in the room- I hadn't really paid attention but said I thought so. Then I realized that I hadn't brought my chequebook, so I needed to go back up and get that and the baby things.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the elevator as we were staying on the 27th floor. I got in and it started to up slowly, then it took off very rapidly, so much I got stuck in the padding that they had all around the elevator. (I guess a lot of people would fall when the speed went up!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-9085571773287798184?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/9085571773287798184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=9085571773287798184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/9085571773287798184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/9085571773287798184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/06/speeding-elevator.html' title='speeding elevator'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-6408610696992395122</id><published>2011-05-27T08:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T08:27:20.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate</title><content type='html'>There was a party maybe for the end of term. People were in the apartment moving things around even though it wasn't their apartment. There were lots of things to be clarified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-6408610696992395122?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6408610696992395122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=6408610696992395122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6408610696992395122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6408610696992395122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/05/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-8444491516133319330</id><published>2011-05-23T09:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T09:37:42.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new office</title><content type='html'>Dreamt they moved the machinery out of the office and turned it into a lawyers' office instead of a lab. They still let me work in the entrance. Everything else looked so contemporary for the lawyer. I did not see the lawyer or anyone else working, just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-8444491516133319330?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8444491516133319330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=8444491516133319330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8444491516133319330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8444491516133319330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-office.html' title='new office'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-4838494451397252928</id><published>2011-05-20T08:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T08:32:10.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping</title><content type='html'>Before waking at 5am I had a dream with Michelle in it. Maybe with a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I lay awake for a while and at 5:53am I switched off my alarm that was to go off at 6am and promptly fell asleep! In this dream I was at work and Jessica and Katrina were off somewhere doing something. A guy came in with some sort of problem with his exam and he said the instructor had served them lasagne and he only liked pizza. And I was like- wow, I would have liked to have been served lasagna! And then his thinking changed and he was more grateful. He went to leave and I asked him if there was anyone he wanted me to contact and he said no and left happy. &lt;br /&gt;I was trying to figure out when someone would be back to relieve me and then someone returned. I threw the backpack out the hole in the door and went to leave the same way- feet first through the door! (I forced my self awake at this point and it was just after 6)&lt;br /&gt;There was also a part about driving around and looking for houses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-4838494451397252928?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4838494451397252928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=4838494451397252928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4838494451397252928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4838494451397252928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/05/helping.html' title='Helping'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-8588469363347114254</id><published>2011-05-19T08:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T08:47:17.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>when the cake sticks to the wall</title><content type='html'>Dreamt I was outside the office, I had just left. I think the door locked behind me. I didn't want to go back. I needed to go to the bathroom so I opened the door (close to the office door) and saw there was a lot of sickness inside, so I decided not to go in. I went looking for hand sanitizer instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone (maybe Katrina) had made a large cake and put it up to cool but it was too close to the wall and some stuck to the wall. After the cake was gone, I tasted some from the wall and it was good. The cake was for some sort of function. Then a person came up the drive looking for someone to bake a cake. I don't know how they knew but I told them I would try to connect them with the baker. Did I need their phone, email? There was a white cake with white icing, but some of the pieces weren't iced so Katrina asked if it was ok if she put icing on, but maybe it was a different kind of icing. Then there was a comment about blood being in the icing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a toy school bus (maybe went up to my knee) and it started rolling down the road toward the Barrie/ Ordanance intersection. It went through the intersection and stopped at the curb. I was running to get it. A motorcyclist (or moped) driver stopped and the bus has turned into a calender and the driver was tearing it up. I arrived and was upset and asked why he was doing that and he said that the time had passed. He looked kind of like an alien with the helmet and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-8588469363347114254?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8588469363347114254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=8588469363347114254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8588469363347114254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8588469363347114254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-cake-sticks-to-wall.html' title='when the cake sticks to the wall'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-6803517330574420579</id><published>2011-05-17T09:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T09:26:01.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>grandparents</title><content type='html'>dreamt of my opi and omi. That opi had wrapped up omi in blankets and put her in a room to keep her safe. The rest of us were heading out maybe for a hike, some tour around town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-6803517330574420579?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6803517330574420579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=6803517330574420579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6803517330574420579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6803517330574420579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/05/grandparents.html' title='grandparents'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-2304022907369982031</id><published>2011-05-16T08:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T08:34:11.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>representative</title><content type='html'>I was a representative for a political party. The results were all on a big wall with colours and numbers. I think I was winning but there was another girl from our party who was not happy with her results and was contesting it.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up from this dream at 2:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream that my alarm woke me up from at 6am was:&lt;br /&gt;My father had a store (small grocery type store). There was a girl who came in who wanted to buy something specific but he was out of stock. Actually there were a lot of things that were out of stock. But this girl was very upset and started to cry. The father tried to comfort her but she was very irrational.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-2304022907369982031?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2304022907369982031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=2304022907369982031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/2304022907369982031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/2304022907369982031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/05/representative.html' title='representative'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-8194293429672851910</id><published>2011-05-12T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:40:29.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>start sandbagging</title><content type='html'>There was some shaking in the land and we had to start sandbagging so that the exams were protected. Lot of chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-8194293429672851910?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8194293429672851910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=8194293429672851910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8194293429672851910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8194293429672851910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/05/start-sandbagging.html' title='start sandbagging'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-1554173294829136900</id><published>2011-05-09T07:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T07:18:22.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lunchtime</title><content type='html'>The electric co. was hosting our work lunchtime.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and I had to hide (prizes?) throughout the room.&lt;br /&gt;Then people had to find them in the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-1554173294829136900?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1554173294829136900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=1554173294829136900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/1554173294829136900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/1554173294829136900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/05/lunchtime.html' title='lunchtime'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-8077786464558920184</id><published>2011-05-07T06:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T06:43:30.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Storage</title><content type='html'>I was in a room (that might have been Rustle) that was being used for some kind of storage. Most of the containers were white bags that seemed to be filled with the same sort of material. My bag that I brought was transparent and had some garbage and some shredded paper for recycling. Heath had to move it around to find it's place, though as it contained 2 different types of items it was a bit complicated to know where it went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-8077786464558920184?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8077786464558920184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=8077786464558920184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8077786464558920184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8077786464558920184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/05/storage.html' title='Storage'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-3214148530354827955</id><published>2011-05-06T06:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T06:40:18.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aid</title><content type='html'>Dave H. was collecting his exams and had them out of the elevator but was having heart trouble. I tried to help him. He thought he was fine. I went to get a cart to put the exams in as he really couldn't carry them all. As I was downstairs, I explained what was going on with Dave and someone said they would call the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a brand new building. The people from the phys office had walked around to the front and got in the elevator. Melissa entered in the back and just made it in to the elevator. The elevator left and I took the stairs up to meet them. The building was nice with rounded edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for court cases to be done involving the uni. There were 6 to be tried. I think 2 finished quickly. Ours was last. There was an assault case. All the cases were very different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-3214148530354827955?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3214148530354827955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=3214148530354827955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3214148530354827955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3214148530354827955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/05/aid.html' title='Aid'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-5258345109961368834</id><published>2011-05-01T08:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T08:34:03.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caricature pictures</title><content type='html'>In my dream we no longer took student photos for students who were missing photo ID, we had a sketch artist come in and do a cartoon picture of them. They were pretty interesting sketches. One student kept forgetting his card so he had 4 sketches.&lt;br /&gt;A dean also forgot his so they did a caricature picture of him too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-5258345109961368834?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5258345109961368834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=5258345109961368834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5258345109961368834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5258345109961368834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/05/caricature-diagrams.html' title='Caricature pictures'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-8601432430803842826</id><published>2011-04-26T21:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:55:53.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>counselling</title><content type='html'>In my dream I needed counseling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drink was in a stone pitcher but there was some white thick scum on the top that I had to scoop off with a spoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-8601432430803842826?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8601432430803842826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=8601432430803842826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8601432430803842826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8601432430803842826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/04/counselling.html' title='counselling'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-236096877671889780</id><published>2011-03-29T05:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T05:59:08.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She is better on the inside than the outside</title><content type='html'>Dreamt about my Omi and there were things going on around her and nurses.&lt;br /&gt;she could see things they thought she could not and hear thing they thought she could not.&lt;br /&gt;james woke me up partway through this dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-236096877671889780?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/236096877671889780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=236096877671889780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/236096877671889780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/236096877671889780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/03/she-is-better-on-inside-than-outside.html' title='She is better on the inside than the outside'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-3659648071766984657</id><published>2011-03-26T20:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T20:16:31.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>intersection</title><content type='html'>I came upon an intersection of two roads. I think a 4 way stop. There were two drivers in the intersection parked in it talking. They were blocking the intersection but oblivious. A driver pulled up beside one of them and tried lightly honking but was so timid that they didn't notice. Maybe they thought there was lots of space to pass. Pauline was on the other side of the intersection and I could see she was stuck so I went over to see her. She had turned her car so she was perpendicular with the road but there was absolutely no space to maneuver. I was about to say something about how the situation was so impossible when her car moved parallel to the road (while being perpendicular) and got free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-3659648071766984657?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3659648071766984657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=3659648071766984657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3659648071766984657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3659648071766984657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/03/intersection.html' title='intersection'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-6180459453273631507</id><published>2011-03-25T06:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T06:48:37.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard sale</title><content type='html'>Myron was planning on having a yard sale in our house. I wondered how he would keep people from taking the bits we weren't selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a cardboard notice to go in the mail but it didn't say the date of the sale. As it was Friday and the sale on Sat I didn't put it in the mail as it wouldn't get there in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the people from calvary bible church were doing a neighbourhood campaign. There was a young girl who was going around with them and they told her to dance on the line. She did so, but was not very enthousiastic.&lt;br /&gt;There was a template they were going to cut out to use with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving across the causeway from rmc and I realized I wasn't wearing my glasses, so I drove slowly to a big car park. My boots were out in front of the car park so I had to climb through the whole car park (with levels) to get down to get my boots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-6180459453273631507?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6180459453273631507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=6180459453273631507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6180459453273631507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6180459453273631507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/03/yard-sale.html' title='Yard sale'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-352632479193941607</id><published>2011-02-28T05:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T05:55:39.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition</title><content type='html'>I was part of the staff of some sort of competition.&lt;br /&gt;My boss was a tall thin man (Binu?)&lt;br /&gt;I had to raise the name of the winner on a little piece of paper in the room. The piece of paper went in a handle.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I had to run and find things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-352632479193941607?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/352632479193941607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=352632479193941607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/352632479193941607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/352632479193941607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/02/competition.html' title='Competition'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-5196057096436283997</id><published>2011-02-21T06:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T06:45:34.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicycle paragliding</title><content type='html'>A new mode of transportation for the future.&lt;br /&gt;A bicycle attached to a parachute. You can fly in the air and bike on the ground. There were also double ones with 2 bicycles and 2 parachutes attached together (one in front of the other). They were corporate and personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a race using small cars. Such pride in the cars even though they were so small. I was to bake for the race but then something had come up and it was unsure if they would actually race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were doing construction on the causeway and I was trying to organize how everyone would be able to get through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-5196057096436283997?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5196057096436283997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=5196057096436283997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5196057096436283997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5196057096436283997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/02/bicycle-paragliding.html' title='Bicycle paragliding'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-1422014956442799895</id><published>2011-02-20T07:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:58:48.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long night</title><content type='html'>Conference in the long thin hall&lt;br /&gt;I was helping prepare a conference that was taking place in long thin hall. It was difficult to get the sound right so we had taken a break to move some of the mats. They had to be perpendicular to each other to form a cross. When we though we had it fixed, I walked up the long narrow walkway in the center to get to my seat near the front.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skating on the melting ice&lt;br /&gt;I was skating on the ice but it was starting to melt so slushy on top so had to be careful (A trigger for this is James had a shinny game scheduled for tonight but they were unsure if it would go ahead based on the recent warmed weather, but it evidently did freeze enough for the game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping with the baby&lt;br /&gt;There was a mum with a little bitty baby. I offered to take the baby so she could get some rest. As soon as she gave me the baby it started to cry so she thought about taking her back but I said not to worry, that I hadn't done this in a while but it would come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for a trip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-1422014956442799895?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1422014956442799895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=1422014956442799895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/1422014956442799895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/1422014956442799895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-night.html' title='Long night'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-1948469919524742878</id><published>2011-02-19T05:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T05:55:09.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The wind turbine years</title><content type='html'>I was out for a walk with Deborah and she told me she was pregnant. She was very happy. I put my head on her belly and asked her if it was a boy or a girl. I knew it was too early to medically tell but I wondered what she thought it was. She said she never thought of it being either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to a meeting with Drew and we stopped in this room. There was a pile of papers that was the speech and I asked if I should photocopy. Drew said yes, but Brent said no and took it away from me. He said it was a draft. Then he and Drew went to the photocopier to work on something and I wandered around the room that was cluttered with odd things. There was a tell all book there that had things written about people from our office. I read mine and it said that my mistakes from the wind turbines in the war years weighed heavily on me. I laughed and said to Joanne when there was a space that I was only a fetus in my mother's womb during the war years and was not working with wind turbines. (This is even incorrect as it was my mother who was a fetus in HER mother's womb closest to the war, not me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a guy who taught a class at Queen's and he said the last class was good. I asked where it was and he said Queen's north. It's about a 2 day journey. You need to take dog sleds too. I was like that's quite a commute. I don't have time for that sort of communte! And think of all the energy it uses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-1948469919524742878?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1948469919524742878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=1948469919524742878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/1948469919524742878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/1948469919524742878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/02/wind-turbine-years.html' title='The wind turbine years'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-4912361870885042722</id><published>2011-02-15T06:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T06:43:48.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twisting in the wind</title><content type='html'>Dreamt I was with Karen N. and she was trying to help me. She had locked me in the bathroom. She said she did that with her mother and mother-in-law as well to keep them from twisting in the wind. She was in the bathroom with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-4912361870885042722?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4912361870885042722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=4912361870885042722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4912361870885042722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4912361870885042722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/02/twisting-in-wind.html' title='twisting in the wind'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-3603501459590598786</id><published>2011-02-12T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T15:06:57.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple cloth</title><content type='html'>James was playing and I wanted to hang this purple cloth on the wall over top where he was playing. He objected, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-3603501459590598786?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3603501459590598786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=3603501459590598786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3603501459590598786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3603501459590598786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/02/purple-cloth.html' title='Purple cloth'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-3692617871398046375</id><published>2011-02-08T04:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T04:38:13.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 sinks</title><content type='html'>dreamt that i was at rmc and had to use the bathroom. there were 2 sinks and I had to figure out which one had the hot water. It was only hot water that I wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-3692617871398046375?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3692617871398046375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=3692617871398046375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3692617871398046375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3692617871398046375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/02/2-sinks.html' title='2 sinks'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-2939547651657725462</id><published>2011-02-07T06:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T06:52:28.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>momento</title><content type='html'>Dreamt I was on a trip with James and we were in a gift store at the end and he was looking for a momento of the trip. He was doing a meticulous search of the shop to find just the right thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-2939547651657725462?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2939547651657725462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=2939547651657725462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/2939547651657725462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/2939547651657725462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/02/momento.html' title='momento'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-898452959785555988</id><published>2011-02-06T07:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T07:17:47.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>speaker</title><content type='html'>There was a lady who was speaking at the center of a 360 auditorium. It was beautifully done in wood. She was speaking from the Bible from the chapter "Gwen's version" (or whatever her name was).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-898452959785555988?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/898452959785555988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=898452959785555988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/898452959785555988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/898452959785555988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/02/speaker.html' title='speaker'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-9202028256608691141</id><published>2011-01-31T06:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T06:47:53.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>institution</title><content type='html'>There were a lot of bits to this dream- hard to keep in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The location was a large futuristic-looking institution. There was a woman I was worried about. I caught up to her outside. She was on the sidewalk and there were a couple of people praying for her on the sidewalk. I went to join them. I stood on the street and reached out my hand to her and was praying for her.&lt;br /&gt;There was a taxi parked up ahead of us and the road was narrow. There was a horse and buggy that needed to pass me on the road (praying) as well as get around the taxi. It was a bit distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream I heard that Robert had slept with Shona and Shona had slept with everyone. (this is blatantly untrue in real life!) I was trying to figure out what to tell his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running late for work. I might be an hour late. Things kept slowing me down. I was worried about having to explain it to Jo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-9202028256608691141?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/9202028256608691141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=9202028256608691141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/9202028256608691141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/9202028256608691141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/01/institution.html' title='institution'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-7796567498029031091</id><published>2011-01-30T07:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T07:21:41.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand prison</title><content type='html'>This was from earlier in January but I forgot to write down the date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a prison in Thailand. I had made a meal to bring in and was standing in line. While I was standing in line, I started eating the meal. It was really good. I apologized for eating it but said it was so good!&lt;br /&gt;There was a guy who had been in the prison but was now out. Maybe he had broken out earlier. I went to get him 'officially' out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-7796567498029031091?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7796567498029031091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=7796567498029031091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7796567498029031091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7796567498029031091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/01/thailand-prison.html' title='Thailand prison'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-7796600231258119792</id><published>2011-01-30T07:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T07:14:53.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big class</title><content type='html'>Hard to believe I haven't updated this since Nov.&lt;br /&gt;Dec. I was so busy I probably didn't dream:)&lt;br /&gt;And this month my computer hasn't been working right so I guess that covers most of my excuses :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt that there was a super big class that I was in. I sat in different places. The last time I sat in this front atrium part where you had to turn around to see the instructor. Seats filled quickly. I was jumping over rows and wearing a skirt but it didn't seem to bother me.&lt;br /&gt;Katrina was being questioned about when she took lunch because she hasn't written it specifically in her message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-7796600231258119792?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7796600231258119792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=7796600231258119792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7796600231258119792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7796600231258119792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-class.html' title='Big class'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-6383629022501095381</id><published>2010-11-13T23:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T23:03:58.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiders</title><content type='html'>Dreamt about being in a meeting and there being spiders on the table. I was looking at them- how different they each looked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-6383629022501095381?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6383629022501095381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=6383629022501095381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6383629022501095381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6383629022501095381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/11/spiders.html' title='Spiders'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-845653870269442508</id><published>2010-11-11T22:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:12:06.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake!</title><content type='html'>This morning there was a rumbling in my dream that was an earthquake. It just kept shaking and I woke up. (There was nothing really shaking when I woke up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-845653870269442508?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/845653870269442508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=845653870269442508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/845653870269442508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/845653870269442508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/11/earthquake.html' title='Earthquake!'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-4608730935900200185</id><published>2010-11-09T18:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:13:03.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Niagara Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My dreams about Niagara Falls interest me. It's not like I've been there very often, though it is close to where I grew up. It represents so many things. It has the powerful falls and the tacky touristy bits. What does Niagara Falls mean to my subconscious though?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was from 2 nights ago:&lt;br /&gt;I was at an event in Niagara Falls. I don't remember what it was about. Brian was there, observing, not saying anything. When it was over, the boys wanted to get dressed up as stormtroopers and do some sort of Star Wars show. It was still light, I was glad and I decided to drive home on my own. I was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night:&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I put some money on Bob and Carolyn's credit and then decided to spend it on Rolo ice cream in pots (only one at a time). The location was a type of hardware store. There were all these rakes upstairs in many different colours. People were dancing with the rakes. It was artistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-4608730935900200185?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4608730935900200185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=4608730935900200185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4608730935900200185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4608730935900200185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/11/niagara-falls.html' title='Niagara Falls'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-8893948132323179607</id><published>2010-11-07T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:43:38.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Last night we (most of N. America) got an extra hour of sleep due the time change. In theory anyway. I woke up at 4am. I think that was 6 hours of sleep. I did get back to sleep at 6am and between 6 and 7 I had a lot of dreams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Queen's there was lots of construction. It was tricky to get through classrooms due to plywood blocking things off. Some hallways were almost full with construction as they were taking out an old filter and putting a new one in. I couldn't find the usual bathroom that I went to, so I went in a different one, but it was really old and just a hole in the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(That the filter was being changed I see as a positive thing- filters control the air we breathe. Let's breathe fresh air!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and I were running around the block and I changed his shoes to watersock shoes as they were wet. Then he ran through a puddle and I made him take off his socks as they were wet so he ran in bare feet and watersocks, though they sometimes fell off which annoyed him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-8893948132323179607?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8893948132323179607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=8893948132323179607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8893948132323179607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8893948132323179607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/11/under-construction.html' title='Under construction'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-1823741159593296249</id><published>2010-10-24T09:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T09:10:37.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding</title><content type='html'>In my dream I was feeding people. I was having to organize meals. There was one family with a young child and they seemed happy with what I had made even though they were leftovers. I think chicken and James' type of rice. I was feeding my family too. We were all by a pool. I was tired and wanted to refresh with a swim. I told everyone I needed a break. I knew that by what I was doing with the feeding I was giving my mother a break. I didn't want to burden her by going for a swim so I wanted to tell her that I would just be a short time and not to worry. I also asked Jo if we could by some baby food as that would also help things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-1823741159593296249?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1823741159593296249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=1823741159593296249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/1823741159593296249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/1823741159593296249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/10/feeding.html' title='Feeding'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-3649271990744453969</id><published>2010-10-21T21:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:27:57.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>administration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They say that many people dream about taking exams. Apparently I dream about administering exams. It is my job, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A J.H. GEOL exam was going on inside the house, in a couple of rooms. But Sally was also having a social room. The social area was very loud. I told Sally to make sure the noise kept down. I was waiting outside for J.H. to arrive at the exam. I had to explain some things before he went in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-3649271990744453969?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3649271990744453969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=3649271990744453969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3649271990744453969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3649271990744453969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/10/administration.html' title='administration'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-7727419156605180677</id><published>2010-10-11T07:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T08:42:22.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of exams</title><content type='html'>Dreamt that it was the first day of exams. They were in the gyms but the gyms were looking more historic. Limestone decorations, etc. The first exam was going on but the proctors had not checked the materials yet. They scurried off to confiscate stuff.&lt;br /&gt;When it was over, I was not sure if I had a driver for the next exam. I had to contact Len. I remembered his email but then I looked at the wall and there was a box for him which meant he was sleeping in the hall. I went to find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The halls were set up to convert into beds. I had one so I could sleep there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-7727419156605180677?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7727419156605180677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=7727419156605180677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7727419156605180677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7727419156605180677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-day-of-exams.html' title='First day of exams'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-3084862835802087278</id><published>2010-10-10T06:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T06:29:38.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone</title><content type='html'>The phone kept ringing but our office wasn't open yet. It rang on my line, then the back line started ringing, then my line again. I thought it might be Jo. I looked and the number was 555-555-5555 (apparently my subconscious is not very creative in the number area). I picked it up as the answering machine was also picking up (this technically can't happen in real life at my work) and there was a woman who was calling about a midterm and how it had to go in the Guiness book of records the number of times the fire alarms went off. i said I didn't know about the midterm as we weren't running them. Stuart P. was sitting in my office (there were a bunch of people sitting in 3 rows)- he said he knew a lot about the Guiness records and he would talk to the woman. Which was great. Except really not the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-3084862835802087278?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3084862835802087278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=3084862835802087278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3084862835802087278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/3084862835802087278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/10/phone.html' title='Phone'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-7449226928793478166</id><published>2010-10-01T07:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T07:24:37.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The store and the ferry</title><content type='html'>I was in a store looking at an Oprah book that was on sale. I eventually put it back, though I don't know if it was in the right place. I was looking for someone in the store. Maybe Oprah was in the store too. I ended up by the men's deodorant section and saw they had invented some new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a ferry dock. I had parked in a parking space as I did not know it was the loading dock at the time. But the ferry was not there so no matter. But then I got to thinking maybe I would take the ferry. Someone told me that direction was important, that everyone needed to be facing the same way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-7449226928793478166?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7449226928793478166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=7449226928793478166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7449226928793478166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7449226928793478166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/10/store-and-ferry.html' title='The store and the ferry'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-9075331050370535262</id><published>2010-09-27T07:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:11:22.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Europe</title><content type='html'>I went to Europe and had to take all these chequebooks home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl washing the floor and I thought I would have to re-wash it after. But I started washing the fridge while I was waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-9075331050370535262?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/9075331050370535262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=9075331050370535262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/9075331050370535262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/9075331050370535262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/09/europe.html' title='Europe'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-7719166147085863999</id><published>2010-09-26T07:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T07:37:14.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take off</title><content type='html'>I was in a church foyer or a foyer of some other public place and James was talking to Robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was on a large plane. Maybe headed for Spain. I was in about the 10th row back. There were no passengers in the seats ahead of me. I plane started down the runway to take off. I clutched the pole in front of me and hoped for the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-7719166147085863999?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7719166147085863999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=7719166147085863999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7719166147085863999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7719166147085863999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-off.html' title='Take off'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-8262826172612363787</id><published>2010-09-23T21:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T21:34:14.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to see you</title><content type='html'>Murray was in blue coveralls and was bigger than in real life.&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing white coveralls tied at the waist.&lt;br /&gt;Murray was pleased to see Bobbi's head (I think he meant he was glad to see her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corner beside the fridge was cleaned up. (When I woke up, I actually went to check if my dream had come true, but sadly it had not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my class and the students did not know that the labs were every other week. I got to tell them. Brooke knew though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-8262826172612363787?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8262826172612363787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=8262826172612363787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8262826172612363787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8262826172612363787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-to-see-you.html' title='Good to see you'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-9090195027353813494</id><published>2010-09-20T07:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T07:27:50.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds and tape</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that I was taking care of some birds. They were for the most part pretty good, but they were busy. You had to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing in line with another lady. She was a mother (though I don't know whose) and Robert came up to us and said "What do I do?". He had duct tape piled on his shoulders. I peeled off a strip and threw it in the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I dreamt there was a semi-house for me to live in. It was split and there was a plywood double arch that had spray painted names over it. One was "Nat" and one was "Aph" so we knew whose was whose. In my dream I thought Nat was a girl but when I woke up I thought that it had to be my brother. Though I did pray a lot yesterday for a girl baby named Nat, so who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-9090195027353813494?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/9090195027353813494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=9090195027353813494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/9090195027353813494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/9090195027353813494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/09/birds-and-tape.html' title='Birds and tape'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-1244922038071890499</id><published>2010-09-12T22:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:01:57.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red hair</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that my mother and Roberta were going on a trip together to Israel. My mother had long red hair in the dream. She and Roberta had a student in common whom they both knew. I may have had to meet him while they were away. They were happy + joyful about their trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-1244922038071890499?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1244922038071890499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=1244922038071890499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/1244922038071890499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/1244922038071890499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/09/red-hair.html' title='Red hair'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-2694644883923826073</id><published>2010-09-05T06:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T06:53:27.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 pots</title><content type='html'>There were 3 pots that I was cleaning though we were only going to use one for the exams. There was some reason that I could not run a special exam (the proctor couldn't show up?) and I was trying to decide if I should contact the student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-2694644883923826073?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2694644883923826073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=2694644883923826073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/2694644883923826073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/2694644883923826073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/09/3-pots.html' title='3 pots'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-5160870330366543181</id><published>2010-09-04T05:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T05:52:53.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Down the drain</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that I haven't posted a dream in over a month. This is very telling about how difficult August was on my subconscious. It pretty much wrecked my whole sleeping pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have started to dream again, so that seems like a good sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I dream about pouring some kind of wax down through a hole in the bathtub, but it wasn't going into plumbing, there was a big vat below that I could see where the wax was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I dreamt this guy was going to rob the store he was working at and said that doing it on a day that he was working a double shift wasn't a good idea (as he felt responsible for the place and didn't want to leave it unattended). He had all the stuff in a tablecloth and walked out onto Princess St. but there was a red car coming up Princess St. the wrong way and so he went back in and went out the back door. The car coming up the wrong way did a 180 degree turn and parked (very smoothly but very quickly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony was there so I patted him. I noticed something about his ribcage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago I dreamt I was sitting in a desk (like a school desk) and someone came and sat on the top surface.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-5160870330366543181?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5160870330366543181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=5160870330366543181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5160870330366543181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5160870330366543181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/09/down-drain.html' title='Down the drain'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-5417279475940681564</id><published>2010-07-23T07:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T07:44:41.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn it off</title><content type='html'>Murray was saying some derogatory things about Robert, maybe about lving at home and he poured gasoline on his clipboard and it lit it but the whole thing did not go up, it just burned outlines of some animals onto the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunchtime we were all outside, Queens and the police services. I think we were waiting for a speaker. Kimberly was in the fridge pouring these crazy grape drinks. She seemed to be having fun but I left the fridge door closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat by Robert and told him we had to be back by 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were being taken to the bathroom in groups. I was trying to figure out which washrooms were working in order that more groups could be accommodated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-5417279475940681564?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5417279475940681564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=5417279475940681564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5417279475940681564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5417279475940681564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/07/burn-it-off.html' title='Burn it off'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-1350228164322995951</id><published>2010-07-12T07:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T07:18:21.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>helping</title><content type='html'>There was this youth event and there were very few youth that were signed up to come but there were more that arrived and were added to the list. It didn't seem like a lot on the list but it felt like a lot in the room. There were lots of workers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may have also been some sort of formal affair going on at another part of the building as there were people very dressed up going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking out the window and there was this large mattress box and it was moving. I looked and saw a hand come out and then a girl come out of the box. She wasn't wearing anything (except she had white stickers over her girl parts as my dreams are evidently PG). I called down from the window to ask if she was ok and then I fell out of the window to be right beside her and help her. She said no she didn't need help but she would take my number. I wasn't staying at home so I wanted to give her my cell #. I was trying hard to remember it- I think I got the first 3 digits and the last 2 maybe (I am still working on memorizing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was old exams stuff cluttering up the stairs. I cleaned it all away and was surprised that they left it so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-1350228164322995951?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1350228164322995951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=1350228164322995951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/1350228164322995951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/1350228164322995951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/07/helping.html' title='helping'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-4518615658438722546</id><published>2010-07-10T04:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T04:13:13.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving with a pot of yogurt</title><content type='html'>I was at a grocery store and had picked up a pot of yogurt. The cashier was on the phone and so I just nodded to her and walked out. And I thought wasn't that nice of them to let me out without paying? And I thought- can they do that? And I looked at the yogurt and wasn't pleased with it, so I went back in the store to get a different one and pay for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-4518615658438722546?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4518615658438722546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=4518615658438722546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4518615658438722546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4518615658438722546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/07/leaving-with-pot-of-yogurt.html' title='Leaving with a pot of yogurt'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-8798893485106787276</id><published>2010-07-07T06:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T06:37:51.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A&amp;S office</title><content type='html'>I went to the Arts and Science office to talk to Bev. I walked in the door and Candy was there standing in front of the desk. There were a large group of people standing by the desk. The seemed to be in some order by numbers. I didn't know how the system worked. Then I saw the number machine where you could take a number but everyone was clumped around it that no new people could get to it. I didn't know if I needed a number to talk to Bev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work there was a chicken cooking vat. I was trying to work out my roles. I had lots of books and was just trying to plan everything out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-8798893485106787276?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8798893485106787276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=8798893485106787276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8798893485106787276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8798893485106787276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/07/office.html' title='A&amp;S office'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-6090056899028153100</id><published>2010-07-06T21:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:01:10.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>moving again</title><content type='html'>In yet another dream I was moving. I had everything packed up and was in a computer cluster. I wanted to print randy's birthday message. The printer was in the room next door - when I hit print I could hear the machine start but it wouldn't print. I thought it was amusing the i would have to get randy to help me print out his own birthday message!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-6090056899028153100?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6090056899028153100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=6090056899028153100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6090056899028153100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6090056899028153100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/07/moving-again.html' title='moving again'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-6429483017890624601</id><published>2010-07-05T06:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T07:03:27.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>I think that this part of the dream was about Rustle but the location that I saw was unfamiliar. Al was giving people directions for their lives. I could see them on the edge of a cliff hanging on to a weight as Al told them to so they wouldn't go over the edge. I think Brooke was with me and Al. I think we wanted to help the people but they each had to hang onto their own weight. I was inside a building and I had to get outside to see the people hanging on the cliff and I went out a door that is not often used. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on vacation but was back at the Exams Office maybe to pick something up. And a guy came in with an exams question - maybe wanted to hand in an exam late and I answered it. Jo was like- you didn't need to do that and there hadn't been many people in. I was like it's no problem, I'm glad I caught the only question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got outside and there were some students with a conflict in their timetable with the section M lab and the J section lecture. The guy had the conflict but the girl guessed what it was so maybe she had the same conflict. They had been told that Timetabling was working on the conflict but they were trying to work around it for now. I was like - guys -it is the 3rd week of term there's not much they are going to do now. You just need to deal with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was packing all my stuff into Al's car as he was helping me move. I was moving up in my job. Someone came up to me that had noticed how organic it was. That Hez was over here and now he is there. That people seem to fit into place. There was so much stuff that Al's car was pretty full. There were 2 cars but it was hard to figure out where Jake and Brook would sit. I was crying because my (natural) family couldn't help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-6429483017890624601?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6429483017890624601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=6429483017890624601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6429483017890624601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6429483017890624601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/07/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-1304864116028930006</id><published>2010-07-04T05:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T06:02:17.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>unification</title><content type='html'>Dreamt I was trying to unify the hall binders for the exam halls. Even trying to unify the recipes included. (I have no idea why they would need recipes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I dreamt that there was created an aerobic dance team for Queens and I was on it. There was a big field of people and we were doing stretches, routines etc. It was designed to give people a common focus and the goal was going well. We took a break and I started talking to a lady about a topic (I don't remember the topic, just that we were very focused as we were talking) and then noticed that the group had started up again on a different field and we had not been aware that we were moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy named Ian with a pointy beard was cutting up ham for James for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-1304864116028930006?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1304864116028930006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=1304864116028930006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/1304864116028930006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/1304864116028930006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/07/unification.html' title='unification'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-5152397817422161941</id><published>2010-07-02T07:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T07:23:21.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No labelling</title><content type='html'>I dreamt it was the end of a project and Jim Mason gave out these gifts. It was a small gramophone maybe painted black. There was a bell in the center of the horn. He had left me a note telling me to be careful not to label people. I read it after I had sent my assistant to use the helicopter to take a message. My assistant was very excited about this. He quickly got dressed and ran off to take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-5152397817422161941?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5152397817422161941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=5152397817422161941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5152397817422161941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/5152397817422161941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-labelling.html' title='No labelling'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-484452290475072784</id><published>2010-06-26T06:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T06:56:19.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my life in a dream</title><content type='html'>I dreamt I was running an exam but it wasn't in one of our regular exam venues- it was in an old building, mainly on the top floor.&lt;br /&gt;I was there at the start and I did the introduction to the exam and I prayed for the students that they would have clear minds to write the exam. I let them start but then one of the lights went out. I told Robert to open the blind that was still down and I went down to call Randy and I couldn't remember his number but the phone I was at had a button that said 'Randy' so I pushed that and he answered the phone right away but I think it must have been a different number than I normally call him at as he was laughing at me. I explained I was at a different phone, then explained what the problem was and he said he would be over right away- he was just going to look for some tools. Robert kept surprising me by showing up in different places. I told him Randy was on his way over and he went back up, I think. I went back and forth to the office. I went back to the exam hall and found one proctor sleeping in her sleeping bag on the floor as her exam was done. I asked her to go home. I was going to change her timecard.&lt;br /&gt;There were some students sitting at desks not writing anything with blank pages. Jo and I walked past them.&lt;br /&gt;There were other proctors who I sent home as their job was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I dreamt about transformation at Rustle. Tanya was transformed to be smaller than I am. A man was transformed to be as small as a shoebox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-484452290475072784?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/484452290475072784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=484452290475072784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/484452290475072784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/484452290475072784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-life-in-dream.html' title='my life in a dream'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-7592288017799013490</id><published>2010-06-16T18:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:25:34.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good</title><content type='html'>I dreamt about cakes- there were slices of different kinds. On one plate 3 different kinds of carrot cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt I was going to see the "Goodes" and "Goodwin" buildings (exam mix up buildings!) with Dr. Gooding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-7592288017799013490?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7592288017799013490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=7592288017799013490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7592288017799013490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/7592288017799013490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/06/good.html' title='Good'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-6496666102035089502</id><published>2010-06-12T06:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T06:58:29.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and white</title><content type='html'>I was teaching some sort of seniors group. They may have been an aerobics group but I was not teaching them aerobics. By the time I had finished it was 12 noon and I had been supposed to meet Bobbi at Gordon (my office) at that time so I was just leaving the building about to rush to Gordon and Bobbi, Murray and Robert were standing outside the building I was coming out of dressed in black convocation gowns and not looking too happy. It made me slightly amused as it was like walking onto a movie set. They were not pleased with me. I was also trying to figure out how to explain to them that I also had arranged to meet Lisa at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Apparently, I am overbooked in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another dream, there was a truck crash and it seemed that the front end went over the back end (though how that was possible didn't make sense when I woke up) The truck seemed yellow and seemed to be carrying valuable things as the truck men got in a moveable head part of the front cab and lowered themselves into the back end to check on things. When they got out I asked them if they were ok and they said "Does it really matter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another dream I was at a restaurant or reception or something with lots of people and someone asked me why the straws were white, if it was a racial thing. And I said no, that's just the way they are made in the manufacturing process. I said that the glasses where white too- it's just the way it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-6496666102035089502?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6496666102035089502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=6496666102035089502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6496666102035089502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/6496666102035089502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/06/black-and-white.html' title='Black and white'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-730450155565115119</id><published>2010-06-05T10:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:19:13.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want me to help you I need to know what the problem is</title><content type='html'>I was working on Saturday or in the evening (or both) and was the only one in the office. There was a call that came through on line 5 (which apparently was the room bookings line) and there was an irate lady who was upset about her field booking for her very large marching band. I could tell she was upset and needed something, but she was not able to communicate to me what was the problem. I couldn't figure out how to fix her problem when I could not determine what the problem was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another dream I had a bowl I wanted to give to Kelly, so I went over to where Michelle and Kelly were but Kelly was busy making another dish. Michelle told me to wait. I stayed to wait until she finished. In the dream I knew what she was making but I can't remember now- maybe salsa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-730450155565115119?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/730450155565115119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=730450155565115119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/730450155565115119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/730450155565115119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-you-want-me-to-help-you-i-need-to.html' title='If you want me to help you I need to know what the problem is'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-2322975202065878935</id><published>2010-05-21T08:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:31:00.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>changeable chairs</title><content type='html'>I was going to sit down for a meeting with Brian but first I needed to tranform the chairs. There were a number of settings they could be folded to. By the time I had arranged things Brian's wife and kids had arrived and all I had managed to say to him was that he must be tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie was working on a book "Pastels for girls". I didn't know she was so artsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was making a turkey dinner, but some bony parts were too big to fit in the slow cooker. I was covering the white meat with a rice mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was parking in the dark, using my feet to help position the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-2322975202065878935?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2322975202065878935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=2322975202065878935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/2322975202065878935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/2322975202065878935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/05/changeable-chairs.html' title='changeable chairs'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-4562036303167550546</id><published>2010-05-17T06:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T07:50:52.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Storehouse</title><content type='html'>Rustle was getting ready to open a storehouse. I was walking through it with Al and Kathy at the start. There were new wooden shelves all along the walls and they were filled with boxes of food or food in big plastic containers. There wasn't just one floor of this but many floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joked to Kathy about wouldn't she have liked to stack all the food, just like in her store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle was working on waxwork to go on top of the shelving poles. There were a lot of poles so this was a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert N. was working on this laser device to mark pipes. (I think with where they needed to attach to the wall?) He was showing me how it worked on a miniature scale. I was worried about his hand being burned by the laser, but he wasn't worried at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working on the shelves in the basement (maybe stacking or arranging them?) and the girl who was working with me went out for a minute. The door opened and someone I didn't know came in and I did not react appropriately- I screamed. It scared her a bit but I hadn't expected strangers to just come in like that. I thought they would knock. It turned out that she had something wrong with her tooth and needed it pulled. I walked her outside and suggested she see a doctor or a dentist, but if they couldn't do it, I thought Al could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-4562036303167550546?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/4562036303167550546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=4562036303167550546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4562036303167550546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/4562036303167550546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/05/storehouse.html' title='Storehouse'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-8604813163513982073</id><published>2010-05-16T06:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T06:52:48.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UPS methods</title><content type='html'>We were on holiday with a cabin and there were a number of paths to get there. There was one path that I naturally took on my own. But that was not the same path that I took with other people. Though on the other path, I was still a leader as I knew where I was going, even though it was not my 'natural' path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking around (maybe in a different city) and I saw the UPS truck at a number of locations. I saw how he had a mechanical device that would life the packages for him. I was about to go into a hotel when I saw the UPS truck stop and it's back door open. As I walked around the back I could see all the boxes. I wondered how he knew which box to take. As I was thinking that one of the shelves tipped and I caught the supplies in my arms. There must be the supplies for the hotel I thought and carried them in. When I walked in the main door, I could not see the office. I knew I had been there before. I looked down the hallway to the left of the door to go downstairs and only saw a little food bar. So I went down the stairs. As I came through the door to the room, their phone rang. It was UPS with a phone confirmation of the order. (I think automated) They said that it was Ryan calling about the UPS order. They hadn't paid attention to me at that time. I said that I think I had what Ryan was calling about. They looked a bit surprised! But they authenticated to Ryan that they had received the supplies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-8604813163513982073?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8604813163513982073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=8604813163513982073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8604813163513982073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8604813163513982073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/05/ups-methods.html' title='UPS methods'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-8671512484916276277</id><published>2010-05-13T18:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T18:44:37.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>late</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I dreamt that I was late for the exam that I was holding that morning by 15 minutes and the proctors were a bit upset with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(IRL I was not late!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-8671512484916276277?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8671512484916276277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=8671512484916276277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8671512484916276277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/8671512484916276277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/05/late.html' title='late'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-1710346553441333140</id><published>2010-05-03T07:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:10:51.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>low flying</title><content type='html'>A low flying plane wasn't quite straight and the wing hit the top of Vic Hall. I was watching out the window. I thought that would startle the students. The plane cleared vic hall and landed on the ground and burst into flames. I woke James and asked if he wanted to go out and see what was going on but he didn't. By the time I made it outside (in the daylight later) there was nothing left to see. No remnant of what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, people kept leaving their keys in the lock and I would take them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was making a dish for some people (maybe Bill and Robert?) and had the meat tenderizing and was putting it in the slow cooker when there was doubt as to if it was done correctly and so Jo took me of to the back room with her daughter to consult with me and ask me if i was doing the meal correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post recipes from seoul outside my office door to support the olympics but as i have no design sense I wanted to ask for help with the design. There was a girl whose job it was to call around and help and she called first on speaker phone and she couldn't hear me. Then we talked on regular phone and I tried to explain but she just faded away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-1710346553441333140?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/1710346553441333140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=1710346553441333140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/1710346553441333140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/1710346553441333140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/05/low-flying-plane-wasnt-quite-straight.html' title='low flying'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26685118.post-515184086007709542</id><published>2010-04-24T10:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T10:24:59.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident</title><content type='html'>I was in a car that was looking at the middle of an intersection at a big jumble of vehicles that had been in a wreck. I think I was hit as well but not as badly and I was now off to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my office and Phillip's stuff was scattered around. I knew he wouldn't mind if I borrowed some things. Then the office morphed into Rustle but the hallways were long and narrow. There were children in the hallways needing our help. They needed a place to settle and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert needed some paper. Bill said to give him a pad and just rip the page off that I had written on. As I was tearing I found I had written 4 pages that I had to tear off. I gave him the pad without the paper I had written on and put him in a small room with no windows to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26685118-515184086007709542?l=dreamsmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/feeds/515184086007709542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26685118&amp;postID=515184086007709542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/515184086007709542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26685118/posts/default/515184086007709542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsmay.blogspot.com/2010/04/accident.html' title='Accident'/><author><name>Aphra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305703323452736423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cx9dvMEf7I/SQoNoXXPP1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wX0CCN9Mzyc/S220/n735292142_228765_8688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
