<?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-7591097031918426026</id><updated>2011-05-22T02:05:55.076-07:00</updated><category term='jurassic park'/><category term='Spiderman'/><title type='text'>The Dream Notebook</title><subtitle type='html'>A weblog of my nights of bizarre and outrageous dreams</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedream-notebook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591097031918426026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedream-notebook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Spider-knight™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03168674793885668978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591097031918426026.post-1060710487904556997</id><published>2008-10-25T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:48:12.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gallows</title><content type='html'>I forgot which night this happened but it was a pretty scary dream. I wouldn't consider it a nightmare, but it really made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a wanted criminal for doing something that was heavily against the law. I think it was drug trafficking? I ran and ran on this imaginary plain and ended up at some HDB flats. I had a handphone with me and I called my girlfriend. She came down, gave me a hug and I parted unhappily. After that, I think in my dream sense, I found out that the government found out where I was with my phone call. Then, suddenly, there were special forces around the place I was. What surprised me was that they didn't spot me for a while until I bumped into one of them. I ran and jumped away, only to find that another group of them cornering me. They shot a gas grenade at me and I blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I ended up in some sort of restaurant-like place. My family members were all there, sitting on different tables. But they looked as if like they were at home! My dad was reading a newspaper, my mother was sewing, and my grandma was just moping around. Then, some police officer took me up a narrow staircase at the side of the restaurant, and into a small room which resembled a small cathedral. The cross of Christ wasn't at the front, but rather, a gallow. And there were a bunch of people in the seats who I didn't seem to know. Distant relatives I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some mercenary put the rope onto my neck as everyone watched. I was actually much calmer than I expected I would be. It was all a blur after that. Whew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591097031918426026-1060710487904556997?l=thedream-notebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedream-notebook.blogspot.com/feeds/1060710487904556997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591097031918426026&amp;postID=1060710487904556997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591097031918426026/posts/default/1060710487904556997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591097031918426026/posts/default/1060710487904556997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedream-notebook.blogspot.com/2008/10/gallows.html' title='Gallows'/><author><name>Spider-knight™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03168674793885668978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591097031918426026.post-2331783425608241932</id><published>2008-09-29T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:44:24.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ever-dream</title><content type='html'>This dream doesn't always come out frequently, but its been occurring since young and I've never been able to forget it, or understand it. And its always been the same images. It goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start out entering a world of black and white. Everything is black and white and its all blurry, like it was shot through a jerky camera. The following things that happen don't always happen in order. I start to see someone, sometimes a group of people and I'm always in it. They look like dwarves, but I can never see any clear image. I see all that in drawn black and white. But its a very extreme, radical picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feel I get is very intense and like I become a really small, insignificant person. Its not a real picture, but rather, its drawn. Another thing I see are the train tracks. Its just train tracks but there's that same intensity. It usually ends off with the same black and white but there's no picture. Just a lot of fuzz. Nothingness. The black and white pieces cram my sight and soon I wake up, panting. Don't know why. Its not even a nightmare. The intensity, perhaps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591097031918426026-2331783425608241932?l=thedream-notebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedream-notebook.blogspot.com/feeds/2331783425608241932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591097031918426026&amp;postID=2331783425608241932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591097031918426026/posts/default/2331783425608241932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591097031918426026/posts/default/2331783425608241932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedream-notebook.blogspot.com/2008/09/ever-dream.html' title='The ever-dream'/><author><name>Spider-knight™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03168674793885668978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591097031918426026.post-7470998235737688576</id><published>2008-09-25T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:48:35.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiderman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jurassic park'/><title type='text'>Sept 24-25</title><content type='html'>I first had a dream about being Spider-man. It started with me looking through a sunset-lit window from within my dimly lit living room. It felt like my living room, but it wasn't. I didn't realize that. There was only that one window and it looked big enough for a man to crawl out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perspective suddenly moved out the window and I started swinging on web-strands. I was suddenly in the third person perspective, looking at myself swinging around buildings. I was in the black costume and the skies were clear. I swung around for a while and found myself miniaturized and the buildings turning to giant bookshelves. Everything from here on is a blur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dream on this night was about jurassic park. We were trapped in it because some dinosaurs escaped from their cages and stuff. I think I was cross-relating this to some other monster movie because I saw myself as the main character. I kissed a lady goodbye as we took shelter in the crumbling foundations of some emergency bunkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparation, I asked Mac from the cartoon 'Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends' to help me get something. Then as I was preparing, I thought I felt a presence from behind and thought it was one of the raptors. Immediately I hid behind a pillar and was scared as hell. I took a peek, and it turned out to be one of the scientists there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591097031918426026-7470998235737688576?l=thedream-notebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedream-notebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7470998235737688576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591097031918426026&amp;postID=7470998235737688576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591097031918426026/posts/default/7470998235737688576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591097031918426026/posts/default/7470998235737688576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedream-notebook.blogspot.com/2008/09/sept-24-25.html' title='Sept 24-25'/><author><name>Spider-knight™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03168674793885668978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
