<?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-8956387857145371098</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:35:57.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe in Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>This is not an interpretation of dreams, nor is it asking for an interpretation. This is simply a recording of what my imagination does while my brain reorganizes itself in my sleep.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956387857145371098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-dreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chasertiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05545962659804708129</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/_PUBKtQSI3mg/S3tqd_C0PEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l0SZVG0WA54/S220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956387857145371098.post-5446115455865531705</id><published>2011-03-01T10:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T10:48:03.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 1, 2011</title><content type='html'>I can't quite recall the order of this dream, but I'll retell it as best as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on my computer, and as soon as I did, I was dragged into a chat with two people I know and two people I don't. The first two, the two I know, were an artist and a writer I really admire. I haven't talked to the writer in a very long time, and I was worried about her. The other two were artists who I know of, but have never talked with before. The artist I know added me to the chat because neither of us had heard from the writer in a long time, but when I was about to type an exclamation of excitement, she said, "I have to go to bed." I typed back desperately, "No! I just got here!" and she said, "Aw, I'm sorry I miss you too. We'll talk about Jonas some other time." And I thought, but did not have a chance to type before she left, "I don't want to talk about Jonas, I just want to talk about you and how you've been and catch up because I miss you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she left the chat--which was an oddly colored chat, I must include. It had a neon background. I can't remember if it was red, blue, or green. It may have been all of the above--I received a text message. It was from my best friend. I ran downstairs and her and another friend were there, with bags of clothes. She said, "Hey, can I stay the night?" Naturally, I replied, "Of course!" I was so happy she was there, I didn't even feel bothered by the fact she just showed up in my dorm unannounced. Our other friend left and I asked, "Why isn't Juli spending the night?" "Oh, she has somewhere to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my best friend and I went upstairs to my room and had a sleepover. As soon as I woke up, she was packing to leave, and she was gone in about an hour. I didn't understand why she had to leave so quickly, but I didn't have a chance to ask before she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a bunch of visitors on campus that day, though I don't know why. I had the worst trouble buying a water bottle and finding a bathroom. I think I was in the middle of those two tasks before I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956387857145371098-5446115455865531705?l=breathe-in-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5446115455865531705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-1-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956387857145371098/posts/default/5446115455865531705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956387857145371098/posts/default/5446115455865531705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-1-2011.html' title='March 1, 2011'/><author><name>chasertiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05545962659804708129</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/_PUBKtQSI3mg/S3tqd_C0PEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l0SZVG0WA54/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956387857145371098.post-8319291622960361048</id><published>2011-03-01T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T10:39:17.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 28, 2011</title><content type='html'>[I know this is March, but I didn't recall this dream until 11 o'clock last night, and only just now have a chance to post it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I was at the Blockbuster near my school. The Blockbuster that was going out of business. There were tons of DVDs for sale. They had M. Night Shamylan's &lt;em&gt;The Last Airbender&lt;/em&gt; for sale at three dollars. I laughed, and began to search for Avatar: The Last Airbender season DVDs, afraid they would be all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find Avatar, but I found Three Delivery. There were three DVDs, each for three dollars, and they had the three main characters on the cover. Each disc contained episodes related specifically to that character on the cover. I was confused by the fact that the episodes weren't in any particular order, and that there were episodes I hadn't seen before listed on the discs, but I was super excited and bought the DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The rest of this dream pertains to the plot of the show Three Delivery. If you've never watched it, you won't understand this.] Then, on my way home, I discovered that Kong Li was planning to flood the city. He was going to fill these giant pipes with some kind of magic water. Tobey, Sid, and Sue were there to fight him. I don't know what it was that Tobey did, but it was something stupid, that upset Sue and Sid enough to tell him to stay out of the fight, as if it was his fault the pipes were already beginning to fill with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue and Sid approached the place where they could stop the water, but the police were already there and wouldn't let two children by. Then Tobey came by on a skateboard and got into the pipes, past the police. He was skating away from the water, but didn't quite seem to have a plan to stop it. I'm not sure if I was watching, or involved, but I had an idea. I knew what to do, but someone else did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some young man stepped forward, very tall, dressed in a white T-shirt, with short dark hair, and black pants. I don't know where he came from, but he managed to get past the police, found a place where there were holes in the end of the pipe, and shoved a magic turnip inside. It made the water normal water and Tobey came out of the pipe soaking wet, but unharmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went back to my dorm to watch my DVDs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956387857145371098-8319291622960361048?l=breathe-in-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8319291622960361048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/03/february-28-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956387857145371098/posts/default/8319291622960361048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956387857145371098/posts/default/8319291622960361048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/03/february-28-2011.html' title='February 28, 2011'/><author><name>chasertiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05545962659804708129</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/_PUBKtQSI3mg/S3tqd_C0PEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l0SZVG0WA54/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
