<?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-8081313511937888601</id><updated>2012-01-16T22:30:38.383-08:00</updated><category term='intro'/><title type='text'>Dreams of a Chaotic Mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081313511937888601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abnormal Shy Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10387851331957503549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jj7couPBDao/TpDRPdxsofI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0Sxvw2_LqrQ/s220/blog.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081313511937888601.post-318489160997837807</id><published>2011-12-27T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:31:45.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>testing page&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081313511937888601-318489160997837807?l=dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/feeds/318489160997837807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/2011/12/testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081313511937888601/posts/default/318489160997837807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081313511937888601/posts/default/318489160997837807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/2011/12/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>Abnormal Shy Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10387851331957503549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jj7couPBDao/TpDRPdxsofI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0Sxvw2_LqrQ/s220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081313511937888601.post-7645115136508656366</id><published>2009-11-11T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:20:32.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 6</title><content type='html'>Dream 6:&lt;br /&gt;I had a multiple of dreams last night, very short one's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My aunt moved in, and she tried to treat me like she was my mom. By telling me what to do, and what to clean. I told her to fuck off and called her a retard, and she tried to fight me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I was talking to my mom and looked out the window it was snowing :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;fucking god, i can't think of the others, but i'm sure it'll come back to me...if it does, i'll add them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081313511937888601-7645115136508656366?l=dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7645115136508656366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081313511937888601/posts/default/7645115136508656366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081313511937888601/posts/default/7645115136508656366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-6.html' title='Dream 6'/><author><name>Abnormal Shy Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10387851331957503549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jj7couPBDao/TpDRPdxsofI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0Sxvw2_LqrQ/s220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081313511937888601.post-4882013282372220827</id><published>2009-11-10T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T03:34:52.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 5</title><content type='html'>This dream relates a little because i went to get coffee yesterday from mcdonalds, and it tasted just like i described it in this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;, but odd they served me taco bell. I asked for a coffee, 5 creams and 7 equals, and a nacho bell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. When i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; my food and drink, they didn't make it right. The coffee was over brewed, it tasted like it had 2 creams and 4 equals, and the nacho bell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; tasted like trash i had to spit it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I then went to ask to speak with a manager, and i went into a rage saying, "this is disgusting, what are you guy's trying to do, kill me" So she tasted my drink and ate some of my food and said, "it's perfectly fine there's nothing wrong with it". I replied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rigorously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;, "your insane, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; never coming back to this restaurant, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; going to report you and this location. i hope it gets shut down".  Then just walked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;In the parking lot, there was this weirdo lady, she kept blocking me as i walked to my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081313511937888601-4882013282372220827?l=dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4882013282372220827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081313511937888601/posts/default/4882013282372220827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081313511937888601/posts/default/4882013282372220827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-5.html' title='Dream 5'/><author><name>Abnormal Shy Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10387851331957503549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jj7couPBDao/TpDRPdxsofI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0Sxvw2_LqrQ/s220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081313511937888601.post-7253510609656206</id><published>2009-11-09T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:35:52.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 4</title><content type='html'>I've had this dream before, so eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I was in this competition, where it was like 100's of people on a obstacle course or playground. There were these poles where you had to make it to the top, then a slide at the ending point. When you got to the slide you would slide down and that person is the winner. It was indoors, like in a shopping mall setting. Weird thing was you had to dress in a swim suit bikini and the guy's wore idk shorts. I actually won first place because i finished first. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This other girl won second place and she idk was just talking about how all her makeup was smeared and she wanted to wear leggings next time around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081313511937888601-7253510609656206?l=dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7253510609656206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081313511937888601/posts/default/7253510609656206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081313511937888601/posts/default/7253510609656206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-4.html' title='Dream 4'/><author><name>Abnormal Shy Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10387851331957503549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jj7couPBDao/TpDRPdxsofI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0Sxvw2_LqrQ/s220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081313511937888601.post-8777761941804858522</id><published>2009-11-08T06:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:47:09.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 3</title><content type='html'>This was a really short dream, then it sort of dazed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dream 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My two aunts went to a party (mom sisters), and had gotten so drunk. They tried driving home, and got into a bad car wreck.  Umm, something else happened, but i forgot&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dream sort of relates to reality because my mom and aunt did go to a party last night (they didn't get drunk though, well my mom doesn't drink anyway) and one of my aunts (dad sister) got into a car accident last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081313511937888601-8777761941804858522?l=dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8777761941804858522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081313511937888601/posts/default/8777761941804858522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081313511937888601/posts/default/8777761941804858522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Dream 3'/><author><name>Abnormal Shy Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10387851331957503549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jj7couPBDao/TpDRPdxsofI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0Sxvw2_LqrQ/s220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081313511937888601.post-8398368405219428960</id><published>2009-11-07T06:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T06:07:59.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 2</title><content type='html'>This dream sort of related to a video i saw on youtube yesterday, where this agoraphobic went to her new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My sister finally moved out, to a different location. What was weird was that the house was identical to ours, and the furniture in it. When i looked into her fridge, it was a whole stack of tv dinners, and like a cooler filled with vanilla ice cream. Her no good bf moved in with her, and so did i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i know that won't happen in reality (me moving in while her bf lives there).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081313511937888601-8398368405219428960?l=dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8398368405219428960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081313511937888601/posts/default/8398368405219428960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081313511937888601/posts/default/8398368405219428960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-2.html' title='Dream 2'/><author><name>Abnormal Shy Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10387851331957503549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jj7couPBDao/TpDRPdxsofI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0Sxvw2_LqrQ/s220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081313511937888601.post-4340208738235789791</id><published>2009-11-06T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:01:04.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Around noon today i took a nap. I had the most bizarre dream, it actually related to Michael Jackson's song, "Smooth Criminal" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dream 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I was at a bakery shop about 5min away from where i live. There was this lady i've never met in my life. She was pregnant in a wheel chair, i think she was almost due; a friend was with her. I was walking around the store looking at candy, and i kept going back to the candy like literally 10 times, just looking at it. One of the employees came up to me, with a baby bottle and asked me, "do you like your milk, hot or cold". I gave her a "wth" look, i wanted to laugh at her. Then the lady's friend yelled out, "over here", the cashier said, "your talking to the wrong lady". I assumed because i'm overweight i might've looked pregnant. So i went to pay for my purchases (i think it was some bread, no candy, not sure why i kept looking at the candy) then i was walking outside the door, and i seen the pregnant lady walking up the hill, and her friend disappeared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;For some odd reason i ran up to the lady and asked, "annie are you okay, are you okay annie". The lady replied, "how do you know my name, leave me alone". 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(not my real name, but i wish it was lol). I'm 19 from Illinois.  This blog will only be about my dreams. Correct word for it is a "dream log". Someone told me that dreams are just thoughts that's going through your mind from everyday life. Also, they can tell your future.  I think this blog is going to be pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have another blog &lt;a href="http://www.supersoshychick.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.supersoshychick.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; that discusses most of my personal problems, if you'd like to check that out, click on the link. This is a pretty short intro, but i don't know what else to add lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081313511937888601-5838108218638232664?l=dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5838108218638232664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/2009/11/intro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081313511937888601/posts/default/5838108218638232664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081313511937888601/posts/default/5838108218638232664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminguponreality.blogspot.com/2009/11/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Abnormal Shy Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10387851331957503549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jj7couPBDao/TpDRPdxsofI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0Sxvw2_LqrQ/s220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
