<?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-3428326625940191940</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:28:26.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Log</title><subtitle type='html'>Up to date descriptions of my dreams</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-5760589203100948030</id><published>2007-03-06T20:23:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:23:56.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 18 (3-5-07)</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream where I went to go see a movie. There was some sort of intermission and I went downstairs with my friends to the food court to get something to eat. We were just sitting down eating when I heard gunshots a couple tables away from ours. We suddenly turned towards the table. On guy from my school, or it seemed like it during my dream, was holding a gun up in the air. There were more kids sitting around him at the table not moving at all. He pointed the gun individually at each person, shooting and killing all of them. They flinched only slightly as if they knew there was nothing they could do. One person was left. He was cowering in his chair. He was different than the others, he had been skipped over by the shooter. However, the shooter turned the gun on him last but not least, killing him. Then a bunch of the shooters friends gathered us into a circle around them and proceeded to intimidate us. One of my friends next to me kept talking back to them and they kept threatening us both. He talked again and I said "Just shut the F*ck up 'Sasha'!" Then my dream was over. My alarm woke me up and I had another dream.&lt;br /&gt;My next dream was in a time limit of 10 min. and I was in a game of Madden '07. I was just running the ball and I kept on getting a first down. I was just about to get a touchdown when my alarm went off. However, I was very determined to get a touch down so I stayed in a half-asleep half-awake state and completed my run and got a touchdown. It was pretty sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-5760589203100948030?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5760589203100948030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=5760589203100948030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/5760589203100948030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/5760589203100948030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/03/night-18-3-5-07.html' title='Night 18 (3-5-07)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-4297383410140798887</id><published>2007-03-06T20:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:23:32.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 17 (3-4-07)</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream where I was walking along a beach and there were dead animals everywhere. It was a very short beach width wise and as I walked along it there were dead whales and such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-4297383410140798887?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4297383410140798887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=4297383410140798887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/4297383410140798887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/4297383410140798887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/03/night-17-3-4-07.html' title='Night 17 (3-4-07)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-4454651607298970336</id><published>2007-03-06T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:23:15.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 16 (3-3-07)</title><content type='html'>No dream, my bad, I forgot it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-4454651607298970336?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4454651607298970336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=4454651607298970336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/4454651607298970336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/4454651607298970336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/03/night-16-3-3-07.html' title='Night 16 (3-3-07)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-8564596185493434912</id><published>2007-03-03T21:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:12:04.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 15 (3-2-07)</title><content type='html'>Last night in my dream I was Borat.  I was in a war and somehow, earlier in my dream but I don't remember it, had managed to get behind enemy lines.  There was a hill overlooking the area where I was.  The area where I was was behind a small hill just tall enough that if I lay down it would be difficult to see me.  There were a couple tress behind me but I wasn't able to go past them.  My dilema was that it wasn't very good cover just lying down.  There were some bushes that provided good cover, but they were close to a road which was traveled by enemy soldiers.  I decided to hide behind the bushes.  Pretty soon an enemy soldier came walking along the road by himself.  I leaped out and began attacking him until he was dead.  Then another soldier came down the road oblivious to his companions death.  He was walking by me with his back to me and I threw a tool kit at him, striking and killing him.  I then took a gun he had on himself.  A little while later another soldier came down the road riding a horse.  I took out the gun and began shooting at him.  I missed him 3 times and then I looked down the gun in a sort of FPS view and shot him, knocking him off of his horse.  Then I took his clothes so I wouldn't be recognized and got on his horse and started riding toward freedom.  I passed a few enemy soldiers, who didn't notice that I wasn't one of them.  I then came to the main enemy base, and for some reason, stopped.  I went into the enemy tent and started chatting.  I got some barbeque and they asked me what I had been doing.  &lt;br /&gt;"Ummm, I was just shopping."&lt;br /&gt;Obviously that didn't fly and they were about to attack me when I woke up.  Close call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-8564596185493434912?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/8564596185493434912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=8564596185493434912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/8564596185493434912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/8564596185493434912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/03/night-15-3-2-07.html' title='Night 15 (3-2-07)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-5726986810080035304</id><published>2007-03-03T21:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:11:49.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 14 (3-1-07)</title><content type='html'>Sorry, forgot my dream.  I remembered it for about 10 min. and I didn't write it down.  My bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-5726986810080035304?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5726986810080035304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=5726986810080035304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/5726986810080035304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/5726986810080035304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/03/night-14-3-1-07.html' title='Night 14 (3-1-07)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-5249112493208465121</id><published>2007-03-01T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:31:43.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 13 (2-28-07)</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream where I took dogs to dog shows. I wanted to try and breed my dogs with someone elses, but no one would let me. The dogs I had were some sort of Miniature Pinscher.&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up and had another dream about the girl from my 6th dream, Andrea. I was talking to her and she was only talking to me, nobody else, even though there were other people around. This made me feel really good, but then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-5249112493208465121?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5249112493208465121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=5249112493208465121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/5249112493208465121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/5249112493208465121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/03/night-13-2-28-07.html' title='Night 13 (2-28-07)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-3538579918411228354</id><published>2007-02-28T17:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:53:41.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 12 (2-27-07)</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream where I was in New York all by myself. It was all highschool kids now that I think back on it, but I didn't notice in my dream. I was trying to cross the street and it was really busy and I remember making some comment to the person next to me about how busy it was and he laughed. I remember walking into some building and looking at the wall where there was a map of New York and the cool things to do there. Then someone came up to me and told me to go to MOMA (The Museum of Modern Art, which was a good idea). I vaguely remember something about a wierd looking glass building and me going past it in a car which I was coasting in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-3538579918411228354?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/3538579918411228354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=3538579918411228354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/3538579918411228354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/3538579918411228354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-12-2-27-07.html' title='Night 12 (2-27-07)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-6837159825535429306</id><published>2007-02-27T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:17:51.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 11 (2-26-07)</title><content type='html'>All I can remember from last nights dream was driving a Bentley Continental Flying Spur in a race, but it was Mercenaries 2, in video game. I remember that I was kicking major butt and no one could catch up to me. I kept on getting power ups and extras lives even though it was a racing game, sort of. It was fun though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-6837159825535429306?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6837159825535429306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=6837159825535429306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/6837159825535429306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/6837159825535429306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-11-2-26-07.html' title='Night 11 (2-26-07)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-7537884819668644524</id><published>2007-02-26T16:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:23:50.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 10 (2-25-07)</title><content type='html'>Last night all I can remember from my dream was that I was in Japan and there were all these really cool cars, unlike here in the U.S. There were barely any SUVs and there were lots of awsome little cars. I remember distinctly this really cool car. It was like a small van. It was kind of like a rectangular box in shape but with rounded edges. It had really big windows and a green and yellow interior. The big windows let lots of light in and the yellow and green (maybe a little bit of white) made it seem very bright (relaxing, pure bright, not direct sun bright) and warm (not cozy like a sweater but a kind of bright warm that is very hard to explain). There was an Japanese man driving and his son was in back. I can't really show a picture of it because there is nothing like it. If the picture I posted also had buildings in it it would be the same feeling that I had with the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-7537884819668644524?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/7537884819668644524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=7537884819668644524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/7537884819668644524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/7537884819668644524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-10-2-25-07.html' title='Night 10 (2-25-07)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-1566255765729819102</id><published>2007-02-26T16:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:22:46.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 9 (2-24-07</title><content type='html'>Last night I had two dreams, and both of them were about school. In my first dream I was dreaming about getting bad grades in school, then, still in my dream, I woke up. Now I'm awake in my dream and I had to go to school so I started getting ready, but then I woke up for real.&lt;br /&gt;After I went back to sleep I had another dream about school, this one was were I was trying to skip but as me and my friend tried to leave we kept on running into the security guard and we would have to turn around. Then I ate an energy bar, and continued trying to escape. However, we were eventually herded back to class, which was spanish. This was all happening at high school but the friend I was with, a girl, doesn't go to my school. So, in spanish class we had my horrible spanish teacher from freshman year and he was handing out papers. But he gave my friend a stack of about 100 papers maybe, it was about 2 inches thick, to hand back. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-1566255765729819102?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1566255765729819102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=1566255765729819102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/1566255765729819102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/1566255765729819102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-9-2-24-07.html' title='Night 9 (2-24-07'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-2848121292119392738</id><published>2007-02-26T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:22:09.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 8 (2-23-07)</title><content type='html'>Last night I had 3 dreams. All I can remember from the first one is trying to make my way to the airport because my mom wanted me to talk to the airport people. So I walked up to an overpass so I could get to the overpass so I could cross the highway, but the contruction workers wouldn't let me cross. However, after I told the construction workers about what I had to do one of them gave me some advice. He told me to invest in Boeing Field, not at the regular airport. "You know, invest in flights to Africa and stuff."&lt;br /&gt;The next dream I had was just a dream about me getting really bad grades and no one visiting any of my websites. It was short but to the point, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;The next dream I had was about a wrestling match. I was in a wrestling match will a couple of my friends and Tim Allen. The match started out will Tim Allen running straight towards me. I dodged him and then trying to toss him out of the ring, but I couldn't. Suddenly, everybody started ganging up on one of my friends, trying to throw him from the ring. I tried to keep him in but I couldn't, and soon I was also outisde the ring. I was running in the first person but it soon switched to the third person and I started watching to person that fell out of the ring. I tried to go back to myself but I couldn't, and I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-2848121292119392738?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/2848121292119392738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=2848121292119392738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/2848121292119392738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/2848121292119392738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-8-2-23-07.html' title='Night 8 (2-23-07)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-764675717206486125</id><published>2007-02-23T11:05:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:06:12.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 7 (2-22-07)</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream about being at school. There was this big preformance by some people from Africa and they were dancing and this kid who was in my drama class (I wanted photography) was there but he talks really quietly so nobody cold understand him and they were yelling at him to speak up. Eventually the preformance ended and I went to class, Math, and was told about a C.H.I.V.E (pronounced chove) which stood for Group/ Independent Projects (apparently my brain doesn't really work when I'm dreaming). At the same time people, seniors, were talking about all the hard classes they were taking and how their projects were going to be really hard and I got worried about my classes. Right before I was about to start my thesis for my C.H.I.V.E I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-764675717206486125?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/764675717206486125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=764675717206486125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/764675717206486125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/764675717206486125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-7-2-22-07.html' title='Night 7 (2-22-07)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-3807851440487616739</id><published>2007-02-23T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:05:40.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 6 (2-21-07)</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream where I was in school but in my dream I new I was asleep. I new I was asleep to the point where I told my health teacher I needed to get my stuff so I went through my dream back to real life where I was sleeping in my room and got my stuff. It wasn't the kind of dream where you know your sleeping and you can control your dream or you wake up. In my dream I was talking to "Andrea" and she kept on laughing at what I was saying but I forget what exactly I was saying. I remember talking to her at school and then suddenly we were at her bus stop. Then for some reason I had the feeling that I missed 4th period so everyone started saying "Yeah, I think all the boys didn't go to 4th period." It was pretty weird. Later in my dream I realized that when I said i didn't go to 4th period I was actually in 4th period. I know, not a very exciting dream but it's all I got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-3807851440487616739?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/3807851440487616739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=3807851440487616739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/3807851440487616739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/3807851440487616739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-6-2-21-07.html' title='Night 6 (2-21-07)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-4345772730956389241</id><published>2007-02-23T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:05:12.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 5 (2-20-07)</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream about me and the back to the future scientist (Christopher Lloyd) having a fight. He attacked me with one of those plastic ninja swords, which I blocked, took from him and started attacking him. Then we started hitting each other with random stuff just lying around, like pillows and stuff. Then I remember a group of little kids sitting in the room where we were attacking each other and we had to work around them. It wasn't really a full blown fight, it was more like when you and your friend are just playing around and it gets escalated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-4345772730956389241?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4345772730956389241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=4345772730956389241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/4345772730956389241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/4345772730956389241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-5-2-20-07.html' title='Night 5 (2-20-07)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-6205219407134455969</id><published>2007-02-20T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:55:13.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 4 (2-19-07)</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a short dream about Socom CA where I was shooting people in the head.  Then I woke up, went back to sleep and had another dream.  This one was about history.&lt;br /&gt;In my history class its good if you get 50-60% on the essays.  In my dream I got 50.  9 for my thesis (out of 10), 20 for my body (out of 80), and 21 for my conclusion (out of 20)(?).  Then I woke up and realized I probably didn't do that well so I went back to sleep and had another dream, but I forgot it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-6205219407134455969?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6205219407134455969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=6205219407134455969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/6205219407134455969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/6205219407134455969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-4-2-19-07.html' title='Night 4 (2-19-07)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-3878570378871430483</id><published>2007-02-19T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T08:23:09.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 3 (2-18-07)</title><content type='html'>Last night I had two dreams, one of which is boring and about a fastfood restaurant with a cashier named JoE (spelled like that), and the other was more of a nightmare, including Rosie O'Donnell.  I was just driving around with a friend and we parked in an empty parking lot.  Suddenly, Rosie O'Donnell yelled to us that they were about to demolish the building.  We decided since Rosie O'Donnell asked us to move we didn't really feel like moving so she proceeded to demolish the building.  We were soon enveloped by dust and debris.&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-3878570378871430483?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/3878570378871430483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=3878570378871430483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/3878570378871430483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/3878570378871430483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-3-2-18-07.html' title='Night 3 (2-18-07)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-2224286743167245215</id><published>2007-02-18T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T10:42:10.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 2 (2-17-06)</title><content type='html'>The only thing I could salvage from my dream last night were the last couple minutes.  I remember I was playing Texas Hold'em and I had two hearts in my hand.  Three consecutive hearts came up and I was about to win (flush, duh) when I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-2224286743167245215?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/2224286743167245215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=2224286743167245215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/2224286743167245215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/2224286743167245215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-2-2-17-06.html' title='Night 2 (2-17-06)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428326625940191940.post-5102351855116282433</id><published>2007-02-17T09:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T09:47:09.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 1 (2-16-07)</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream about walking around by my elementary school and seeing one of my friends doing a burnout in a convertible.  Then as I continued walking, semi-pissed at my friend showing off a guy rode by me on a ATV and I said "I really want a motorcycle, like that one (pointing at ATV) but with two wheels." Which is pretty much the worst description you could give about a motorcycle.  I continued walking and I came to a basketball court with a lot of my friends.  I just stood there and watched them play.  I woke up before we had a chance to make teams or play, however, I would have probably been picked last because I'm not too good at basketball.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and decided NO, I don't want to wake up, so I went back to bed and had this dream (which was probably a retaliation to my friend showing off in his car): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I had borrowed our neighbors Ferrari (even though they don't have one).  It was a red F430.  I was driving along at a pretty fast speed until I reached a gentle slope (the Ferrari was a stickshift) and I couldn't get up the hill.  I had to turn around, go down the hill, pull in and out of someones driveway and try it again.  I finally got it and I was about to go on the highway but I realized it was actually a dream and gradually started to wake up.  While I was driving I kept wanting to have one of my friends see me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428326625940191940-5102351855116282433?l=rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5102351855116282433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428326625940191940&amp;postID=5102351855116282433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/5102351855116282433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428326625940191940/posts/default/5102351855116282433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidzebusdreamlog.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-1-2-16-07.html' title='Night 1 (2-16-07)'/><author><name>Griffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2367268663_a3230028a5.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
