<?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-1091142369954050591</id><updated>2011-11-28T00:11:51.971Z</updated><category term='dark'/><category term='spanish'/><category term='crown'/><category term='suitcase'/><category term='Airport'/><category term='tired'/><category term='hotel'/><category term='nightmare'/><category term='lottery'/><category term='cousin'/><category term='25'/><category term='punchbag'/><category term='bingo'/><category term='Ring'/><category term='Nanna'/><category term='new house'/><category term='lightening'/><category term='dvd'/><category term='hair'/><category term='train'/><category term='bike'/><category 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term='grey'/><category term='bridge'/><category term='41'/><category term='being chased'/><category term='dream friends'/><category term='Speaking Other Language'/><category term='hose pipe'/><category term='dream'/><category term='my old house'/><category term='school'/><category term='toilet'/><category term='spirit guide'/><category term='rain'/><category term='climbing'/><category term='Flannel PJs'/><category term='hand'/><category term='fire'/><category term='restraining'/><category term='40'/><category term='Clock'/><category term='brown'/><category term='in bed'/><category term='pain'/><category term='talking with deceased'/><category term='PJs'/><category term='shoplifting'/><category term='cliff'/><category term='hanging'/><category term='bathroom'/><category term='Swimming'/><category term='170'/><category term='P.Diddy'/><category term='tennis'/><category term='hospital'/><category term='QOW'/><category term='uphill'/><category term='Somniloquy'/><category term='pink'/><category term='red'/><category term='strange'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='38'/><category term='magic'/><category term='beach'/><category term='Earthquake'/><category term='punching'/><category term='signature'/><category term='daydreaming'/><category term='Finding something'/><category term='snake'/><category term='gold'/><category term='blood'/><category term='1950&apos;s'/><category term='White'/><category term='Jack Black'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='56'/><category term='green'/><category term='crowd'/><category term='water'/><category term='Tarot cards'/><category term='Swimming Pool'/><category term='possessed'/><category term='Sister'/><category term='trees'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Planets'/><category term='Scissors'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Money'/><category term='The Letter O'/><category term='historian'/><category term='football'/><category term='Body Switching'/><category term='shape shifter'/><category term='05/05/05'/><category term='johnny depp'/><category term='Tropic Thunder'/><category term='Awards show'/><category term='Shoes'/><category term='cubicle'/><category term='auntie'/><category term='Internet'/><category term='atmosphere'/><category term='empty'/><category term='Black'/><category term='scared'/><category term='Office'/><category term='maze'/><category term='Library'/><category term='Hawaii'/><category term='webdesign'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='Wall'/><category term='Terrorists'/><category term='happy'/><category term='dog'/><category term='blog'/><category term='spirits'/><category term='fears'/><category term='conkers'/><category term='train station'/><category term='dead'/><category term='Entertaining'/><category term='parents'/><category term='nephew'/><category term='indian spirit guide'/><category term='Dead Body'/><category term='Premonition'/><category term='Children'/><category term='awake'/><category term='37'/><category term='rabbits'/><category term='queen'/><category term='phobia'/><category term='footballer'/><category term='Update'/><category term='Prediction'/><category term='Time'/><category term='yellow'/><category term='film'/><category term='bad dream'/><category term='upside down'/><category term='sellotape'/><category term='numbers'/><category term='struggling'/><category term='jumping'/><category term='Gun'/><title type='text'>40 Winx - Dream Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>A personal dream journal/diary blog, an outlet to write about, analyze and interpret my vivid dreams.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-8334231718248659278</id><published>2011-04-16T13:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T13:56:11.441+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='38'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my old house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.Diddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hose pipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='37'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Rabbits, P.Diddy and awards show with Lady Gaga dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7RK1qsOwQ4/TamPTyBfHLI/AAAAAAAABxo/f_xrf5jbpSM/s1600/pdiddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7RK1qsOwQ4/TamPTyBfHLI/AAAAAAAABxo/f_xrf5jbpSM/s200/pdiddy.jpg" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am looking in my garden at my pet rabbits, trying to clean their hutch and keep and eye on them at the same time.  My rabbit has had kittens (baby rabbits) and is lying down with them huddled around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in my old house and there is a big hole in the garden at the front of the house, a hose pipe is leaking into it and it's filling up with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.Diddy is my really good friend and I am advising him and helping him get ready for an awards show which Lady Gaga is also attending.  I am in a shoe shop buying Kickers, but I notice that one shoe is smaller than the other, I turn the shoes over to look at the size.  I see the numbers 40, 38, 37.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are ready to leave for the awards, P.Diddy comes up from an underground car park ready, but Lady Gaga still hasn't had her hair done.  I am supposed to be helping put pink streaks in her blonde hair, then curling it, but it isn't ready in time so she goes on stage as she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am backstage with another assistant watching the show, but somebody keeps moving the screen we are behind and the audience can see us, which I am not happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well 40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-8334231718248659278?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/8334231718248659278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2011/04/rabbits-pdiddy-and-awards-show-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/8334231718248659278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/8334231718248659278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2011/04/rabbits-pdiddy-and-awards-show-with.html' title='Rabbits, P.Diddy and awards show with Lady Gaga dream'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7RK1qsOwQ4/TamPTyBfHLI/AAAAAAAABxo/f_xrf5jbpSM/s72-c/pdiddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-3416767449866198304</id><published>2011-04-11T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:46:48.813+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earthquake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somniloquy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep Talking'/><title type='text'>Sleep Talking - Earthquake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtJI3GA5YSg/TaNntwifEEI/AAAAAAAABxE/OuF2fDYnNNw/s1600/1909-1-sleep-talk-recorder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtJI3GA5YSg/TaNntwifEEI/AAAAAAAABxE/OuF2fDYnNNw/s200/1909-1-sleep-talk-recorder.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My boyfriend was ill last week and talking in his sleep.&amp;nbsp; He said "Are you ready for the earthquake?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a lot of talk of earthquakes in the news and internet after the devastation in Japan recently, so I think he must have been subconsciously thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well 40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-3416767449866198304?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/3416767449866198304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2011/04/sleep-talking-earthquake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/3416767449866198304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/3416767449866198304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2011/04/sleep-talking-earthquake.html' title='Sleep Talking - Earthquake'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtJI3GA5YSg/TaNntwifEEI/AAAAAAAABxE/OuF2fDYnNNw/s72-c/1909-1-sleep-talk-recorder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-4458935757592574867</id><published>2011-04-11T21:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:35:11.773+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zumba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belly Dancing'/><title type='text'>Zumba Dancing Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NLrQycxj9wI/TLrkCLfNlzI/AAAAAAAABcg/uVxvSl8KKCo/s1600/dream_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NLrQycxj9wI/TLrkCLfNlzI/AAAAAAAABcg/uVxvSl8KKCo/s200/dream_web.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Dream:&lt;br /&gt;I am belly dancing, to a song from my Zumba Fitness game called Sahara Oasis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;A short dream yes, I've been ill and not been able to do my exercise of the above game, so I've obviously been thinking about it in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well 40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-4458935757592574867?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/4458935757592574867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2011/04/zumba-dancing-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/4458935757592574867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/4458935757592574867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2011/04/zumba-dancing-dream.html' title='Zumba Dancing Dream'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NLrQycxj9wI/TLrkCLfNlzI/AAAAAAAABcg/uVxvSl8KKCo/s72-c/dream_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-8023871305372891382</id><published>2010-12-29T12:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-29T12:09:44.981Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='footballer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desks'/><title type='text'>Footballers and Luxury Hotel Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TRsk1dCId-I/AAAAAAAABiM/R4ag0yPjVpA/s1600/football.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TRsk1dCId-I/AAAAAAAABiM/R4ag0yPjVpA/s200/football.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in what appears to be a hotel reception of a luxury hotel.  I am talking to a professional footballer about the hotel.  I say "It's nice here, I've stayed here before."  There are desks all round the reception and there are also some very jealous women, (wives of the other footballers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well 40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-8023871305372891382?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/8023871305372891382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/12/footballers-and-luxury-hotel-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/8023871305372891382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/8023871305372891382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/12/footballers-and-luxury-hotel-dream.html' title='Footballers and Luxury Hotel Dream'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TRsk1dCId-I/AAAAAAAABiM/R4ag0yPjVpA/s72-c/football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-5851453067326847140</id><published>2010-12-28T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:50:17.073Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankie and Johnny PJs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PJs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flannel PJs'/><title type='text'>Win $1,000 worth of Pajamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shareasale.com/r.cfm?u=235581&amp;b=174109&amp;m=12498&amp;afftrack=40winx&amp;urllink=www%2Esleepyheads%2Ecom%2FFrankie%5Fand%5FJohnny%5FbSoft%5FFlannel%5FPaisley%5FLounger%5FPajama" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="280" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TRpo2GFQzhI/AAAAAAAABiE/pc8o43soRcI/s400/f83c884b-1eaa-490e-a050-c99a2f355d51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you might like to know that &lt;a href="http://www.shareasale.com/r.cfm?u=235581&amp;b=174109&amp;m=12498&amp;afftrack=40winx&amp;urllink=www%2Esleepyheads%2Ecom%2Fmatchingpjcontest%2Ecom"&gt;SleepyHeads.com&lt;/a&gt; is having a PJ contest where you can win a whopping great prize of $1,000 worth of pijamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is visit the site for instructions which include dressing in matching pajamas with your family or friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I won I would totally include these &lt;a href="http://www.shareasale.com/r.cfm?u=235581&amp;b=174109&amp;m=12498&amp;afftrack=40winx&amp;urllink=www%2Esleepyheads%2Ecom%2FFrankie%5Fand%5FJohnny%5FbSoft%5FFlannel%5FPaisley%5FLounger%5FPajama"&gt;Frankie &amp; Johnny bSoft Flannel Paisley Lounger Pajamas&lt;/a&gt; (pictured) in my goodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well 40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-5851453067326847140?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/5851453067326847140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/12/win-1000-worth-of-pajamas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/5851453067326847140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/5851453067326847140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/12/win-1000-worth-of-pajamas.html' title='Win $1,000 worth of Pajamas'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TRpo2GFQzhI/AAAAAAAABiE/pc8o43soRcI/s72-c/f83c884b-1eaa-490e-a050-c99a2f355d51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-4795710536373721598</id><published>2010-12-28T22:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:39:17.026Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earthquake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5.2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ring'/><title type='text'>Earthquake, Ring Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=102317&amp;u=235581&amp;m=12498&amp;urllink=&amp;afftrack="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shareasale.com/image/Sleepyheads125x125-24.jpg"  border="0" align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There seems to be a pattern in my dreams lately as earthquakes keep being a feature.  I woke up and remembered there was an earthquake in my dream of 5.2 on the richter scale.  I was also wearing a white ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTES:&lt;br /&gt;Dream recall isn't very good in the last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well 40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-4795710536373721598?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/4795710536373721598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/12/earthquake-ring-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/4795710536373721598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/4795710536373721598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/12/earthquake-ring-dream.html' title='Earthquake, Ring Dream'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-3245002628432328412</id><published>2010-12-23T01:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-23T01:03:02.116Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stranger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Dream about friends who are not really friends...</title><content type='html'>As the title of this blog post states, this is about dreaming of friends but they are total strangers.  I hope I am explaining this well, but here is an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dreaming about someone, a friend, and in your dream you chat or do things as friends but something at the back of your mind is thinking - "Who is this person?  Have I met them before?"  Then you realise they are a total stranger but not at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we destined to meet these 'dream friends' at some other point in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we travel in our sleep and meet other like minded travellers hence the connection and feeling of 'friends'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they just mixtures of the faces we see of strangers in our day to day lives and some of the faces just stick in our subconcious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers on a postcard please (or you can comment it will be quicker) do you also have these types of dreams and who do you think these people are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well 40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-3245002628432328412?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/3245002628432328412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/12/dream-about-friends-who-are-not-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/3245002628432328412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/3245002628432328412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/12/dream-about-friends-who-are-not-really.html' title='Dream about friends who are not really friends...'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-6504446072018076766</id><published>2010-12-22T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:26:07.420Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earthquake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train station'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad dream'/><title type='text'>Train Station, Earthquake Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TLrkCLfNlzI/AAAAAAAABcg/KaSmhr15aMc/s1600/dream_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TLrkCLfNlzI/AAAAAAAABcg/KaSmhr15aMc/s200/dream_web.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am in a train station and am fearing for my life.  It's an underground station and the earthquake has rippled the floor.  I feel like I will die if the road ripples much more and be thrown into an abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;I could remember this dream quite well upon waking but now after breakfast it's gone a bit hazy like an old memory.  It made me feel scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well 40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-6504446072018076766?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/6504446072018076766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/12/train-station-earthquake-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/6504446072018076766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/6504446072018076766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/12/train-station-earthquake-dream.html' title='Train Station, Earthquake Dream'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TLrkCLfNlzI/AAAAAAAABcg/KaSmhr15aMc/s72-c/dream_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-1201754514884786419</id><published>2010-12-21T15:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:35:53.561Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suitcase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cliff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Swimming, Suitcase and Drunk Friend Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TRDHxsSzZVI/AAAAAAAABho/buJJ7jYRdiM/s1600/intex-6ft-inflatable-pink-tp_6356800218379391781.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" width="100" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TRDHxsSzZVI/AAAAAAAABho/buJJ7jYRdiM/s400/intex-6ft-inflatable-pink-tp_6356800218379391781.jpg" align="left"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am standing on the edge of a low cliff and jump into the ocean with no fear or second thought, onto some kind of floatation device like a lilo or inflatable water bed.&lt;br /&gt;There are many others in the sea already but they are just swimming unaided and playing some kind of water game.  I join in but use my arms a lot to paddle.  I get out and back in the water several times and enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am walking along the beach but can't tell if it's night or day, I find some apartments that in my dream I am familiar with but I'm like saying to myself come on you can remember where this is.  I eventually find the place I want to be and my friend 'C' is there and very drunk on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try picking her up and fail, there is something about a book and then I see a suitcase and actually fold her up as if she were paper into the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well 40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-1201754514884786419?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/1201754514884786419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/12/swimming-suitcase-and-drunk-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/1201754514884786419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/1201754514884786419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/12/swimming-suitcase-and-drunk-friend.html' title='Swimming, Suitcase and Drunk Friend Dream'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TRDHxsSzZVI/AAAAAAAABho/buJJ7jYRdiM/s72-c/intex-6ft-inflatable-pink-tp_6356800218379391781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-244086725467991421</id><published>2010-12-06T15:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:07:05.122Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian spirit guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking with deceased'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Sister and Indian Spirit Guide Dream</title><content type='html'>I've been willing myself to dream about my sister (deceased) a few times this week before I went to sleep and nothing happened.  So when I forgot about it, I finally dreamed about her last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TLrkCLfNlzI/AAAAAAAABcg/KaSmhr15aMc/s1600/dream_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TLrkCLfNlzI/AAAAAAAABcg/KaSmhr15aMc/s200/dream_web.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Dream:&lt;br /&gt;I am at the window by the side of my bed, my sister is there and we speak for a little bit, the main thing I remember saying is 'Oh we have the same Indian Spirit Guide'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing of Indian Spirit Guides, nor have I been reading or looking into them at all.  This dream makes me curious about them though.  I take it as a sign to now read up on them and see their significance in dreams and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well 40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-244086725467991421?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/244086725467991421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/12/sister-and-indian-spirit-guide-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/244086725467991421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/244086725467991421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/12/sister-and-indian-spirit-guide-dream.html' title='Sister and Indian Spirit Guide Dream'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TLrkCLfNlzI/AAAAAAAABcg/KaSmhr15aMc/s72-c/dream_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-216033396775563651</id><published>2010-10-13T10:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T12:38:54.206+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='170'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my old house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking with deceased'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><title type='text'>Nanna Get's a Haircut</title><content type='html'>This is from a few nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TLrgO2i__lI/AAAAAAAABcY/lk26n44h3WE/s1600/number_170.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TLrgO2i__lI/AAAAAAAABcY/lk26n44h3WE/s200/number_170.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;THE DREAM:&lt;br /&gt;I am in my old kitchen and my Nanna is there (deceased in real-life) she is shuffling along and wants to sit in what we used to call the comfy chair.  She is wearing a grey smart coat and has her stick, but appears to be more able than her last days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I help her into the chair and sit to her right.  I notice she has had her hair done, "Nanna, your hair looks nice" It is died jet black but she has some grey roots, and is short but in big curls.  She says she had it done but it cost her 170 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW IT MADE ME FEEL:&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to see my Nanna in a dream after a long long time.  It was a very normal conversation but any dream conversing with dead family members is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;I phoned my Mum to tell her as Nanna was her mother, and she said oh I went to the hairdressers to get a quote for my hair.... coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well 40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-216033396775563651?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/216033396775563651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/10/nanna-gets-haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/216033396775563651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/216033396775563651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/10/nanna-gets-haircut.html' title='Nanna Get&apos;s a Haircut'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TLrgO2i__lI/AAAAAAAABcY/lk26n44h3WE/s72-c/number_170.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-6738445510841933350</id><published>2010-10-13T10:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T12:44:56.503+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upside down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my old house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1950&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mirror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Letter O'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yellow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Switching'/><title type='text'>Possessed, Upside Down and Yellow</title><content type='html'>No idea what order these dreams happened in, but they made me feel scared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DREAM:&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting down in some kind of stadium or arena and two males I know in real-life G and D walk in and sit down in two empty chairs in front of me.  They are both wearing bright yellow macintoshes and I comment on this saying "it looks like I'm sat behind two big bananas" ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am some kind of historian, a male. I am interested in vintage pieces from 1950's, in particular a peach skirt spotted with white, 2 hair clips with flowers on the ends and something else.  I find them in a bedroom (in my old house) by ripping up carpets and stuff.  Then I body switch to myself and the historian man is telling me we should put the things on eBay, but I am wanting to ask my Great Auntie if it's ok with her as it seems the things were hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm the historian man again and I am in an old fort/gardens where there is some kind of wishing well.  A young boy walks up and says he will make a wish on the jewels, so he throws some money down to the well and the jewels are apparently below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy has a mother with him and we all try to walk out of the park to see we are trapped by fences even though it is broad daylight.&lt;br /&gt;I run at the fence but fail, then there's another man who opens a gap and we get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TLrhqMZmz6I/AAAAAAAABcc/gti-MWXFdSE/s1600/gold_moon_wall_mirror.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TLrhqMZmz6I/AAAAAAAABcc/gti-MWXFdSE/s200/gold_moon_wall_mirror.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Still as the historian man I go home (not my home-his home?) and look in the mirror, there is red writing across my forehead but all I can remember is the last letter "O" - it makes me feel angry to see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to go back to the park, still not dark yet, but when I get nearby, everything is upside down - I am possessed.  I can't figure out which way to go, my feet are on the path as normal, but everything else is flipped.  The woman appears and says this way, but I say I will go the other way to the park as it was easier with everything being upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a bed, cold and throwing up white stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW IT MADE ME FEEL:&lt;br /&gt;Overall this dream made me feel sick, anxious, scared and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well 40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-6738445510841933350?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/6738445510841933350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/10/possessed-upside-down-and-yellow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/6738445510841933350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/6738445510841933350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/10/possessed-upside-down-and-yellow.html' title='Possessed, Upside Down and Yellow'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TLrhqMZmz6I/AAAAAAAABcc/gti-MWXFdSE/s72-c/gold_moon_wall_mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-8666097849947373233</id><published>2010-10-09T10:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T12:46:42.440+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Library Trip, Vampires on a Train</title><content type='html'>After having a "Vampire Diaries" marathon last night, it was inevitable that I would dream about vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DREAM:&lt;br /&gt;I am in a library with my other half and he wants to take out this business magazine which is like a book.  He doesn't have an account so I take it to a lady sitting at a wooden desk.  I sit down and she is asking me to sign these pieces of paper but the pen keeps running out of ink.  I sign a couple times in the end and it was my actual real life signature and totally literate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of the library, things seem a little odd.  I see a girl wearing an Alice in Wonderland tshirt and I comment on it out loud.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vividumas.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/paul-wesley-vampire-diaries-stefan1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://vividumas.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/paul-wesley-vampire-diaries-stefan1.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am on a train with Stefan, the guy from The Vampire Diaries.  Not sure if I am a Vampire or not, but there are others with us.  He is controlling them by spraying any fresh blood with a water spray bottle with alcohol in it.  We make a stop off at one of the other Vampires houses, a blonde girl leaves the train and speaks to her mother, asking her for something.  The girl throws blood covered leaves up to the train for the others to feed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train seems to be going off it's path and crashes right before it falls off a bridge or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well 40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-8666097849947373233?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/8666097849947373233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/10/library-trip-vampires-on-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/8666097849947373233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/8666097849947373233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/10/library-trip-vampires-on-train.html' title='Library Trip, Vampires on a Train'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-4395786137124801509</id><published>2010-10-07T19:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T12:55:05.062+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daydreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='41'/><title type='text'>41.25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TLrkCLfNlzI/AAAAAAAABcg/KaSmhr15aMc/s1600/dream_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TLrkCLfNlzI/AAAAAAAABcg/KaSmhr15aMc/s200/dream_web.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This wasn't a dream, more of a... hard to explain, but sometimes random numbers pop into my head when I'm daydreaming and I get fixated with them.  Since yesterday all I can think of are the numbers 41 and 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this happen to you?  Do you think my numbers signify anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE 16/10/10:&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure what these numbers mean to me.&amp;nbsp; I'm not a religious person, but when searching in google for 41:25 the first result is to a Bible Quotation site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Job 41:25 - When he gets ready for the fight, the strong are overcome with fear. (Bible in Basic English) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well 40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-4395786137124801509?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/4395786137124801509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/10/4125.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/4395786137124801509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/4395786137124801509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/10/4125.html' title='41.25'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TLrkCLfNlzI/AAAAAAAABcg/KaSmhr15aMc/s72-c/dream_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-6720781837317514026</id><published>2010-10-07T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T17:06:11.933+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restraining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sellotape'/><title type='text'>Collecting Conkers, Dazzle Dust and Sellotape</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It's been a long while fellow dreamers&lt;/b&gt;....too long!  If you are familiar with my other blogs, you will see I'm a busy bee.  This journal was originally started on paper, to help me through a series of nightmarish dreams after going through some pretty bad times in my life.  I still dream, vividly, but haven't really had the time to process or write them down - although I still remember.  My aim is to get organized and just quickly type them out as I eat breakfast... so here goes with last night's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DREAM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TK3vO8yCg-I/AAAAAAAABak/BlUwKgCOkx4/s1600/DSC00015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TK3vO8yCg-I/AAAAAAAABak/BlUwKgCOkx4/s200/DSC00015.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am with 2 very old friends/relations "C" and "R", there is a white wall in front of us, not very high and quite thin.  "C" and "R" are climbing over easily, I have a small struggle and notice there is bird poo near where I climb over, it bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in some sort of garden, it's green and brown, a bit overgrown but not jungle like.  The aim is to find conkers from the trees, my friends are picking them easily but I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am standing behind a man and wrapping a roll of sellotape around him (anti-clockwise) to keep him from harming me?  He is struggling to get out and I am making all these knots with the tape, pulling his arms behind his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in an apartment with some cousins, who I know are my cousins as they look like me but I have never met them.  They show me some kind of birth certificate or tree to show me their names but I only recognize my surname on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit down with one of them at a table and she is opening my dazzle dust pots (pigment eyeshadow) and spilling them everywhere which annoys me.  I can see the colours, pinks and greens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well 40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-6720781837317514026?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/6720781837317514026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/10/collecting-conkers-dazzle-dust-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/6720781837317514026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/6720781837317514026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2010/10/collecting-conkers-dazzle-dust-and.html' title='Collecting Conkers, Dazzle Dust and Sellotape'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/TK3vO8yCg-I/AAAAAAAABak/BlUwKgCOkx4/s72-c/DSC00015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-6473883575148590999</id><published>2009-10-06T14:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:10:58.843+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speaking Other Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoplifting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>Shoplifting, Speaking Spanish and Friend's New House</title><content type='html'>I am in a supermarket with my BF and have a trolley or basket full of things.  The stairs go up and round onto the next level so you can check out upstairs.  I am going up the escalators with my trolley thing and I am at the top ready to look on the top level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman grabs my right arm and I feel pain and there is a mark, I ask her what she is doing and she starts to speak in spanish to me.  I understand very little of what she is saying but realise they think I am stealing the things in my trolley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to talk in Spanish but the words don't come out right and it makes things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am outside with my BF the floor is dusty like a dirt track and he kicks a football against the wall really hard, on the second time he falls sideways and lands on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in an empty apartment, except for the kitchen everything is empty and has been gutted.  There are wires coming out of the walls.  The kitchen is complete and I see a salad on the worktop with ham or turkey and a big piece of green lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend "M's" new house, she is there showing me to the front door wearing a black tshirt, we are laughing at something.  We talk about the band The Who and she is asking me what WHO stands for and I have no idea and make no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-6473883575148590999?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/6473883575148590999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2009/10/shoplifting-speaking-spanish-and-my.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/6473883575148590999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/6473883575148590999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2009/10/shoplifting-speaking-spanish-and-my.html' title='Shoplifting, Speaking Spanish and Friend&apos;s New House'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-5643928257468876262</id><published>2009-06-21T10:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:48:31.766+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cubicle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crowd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Stuck in a crowd, toilet and an old teacher</title><content type='html'>I am in a big crowd which is pushing forward slowly and people are being crushed although I seem to have space around me.  There is a que for the bathroom and I go into the cubicle  which has a chair in front of the toilet.  I stand behind the chair and actually use the toilet (no I did not wake up in a puddle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old form tutor appears from nowhere and it's like I am expected to dance on a stage somewhere and my teacher asks if I will be doing a certain dance again or will I be changing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had many more dreams last night but my recall isn't as good as usual this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-5643928257468876262?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/5643928257468876262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2009/06/stuck-in-crowd-toilet-and-old-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/5643928257468876262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/5643928257468876262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2009/06/stuck-in-crowd-toilet-and-old-teacher.html' title='Stuck in a crowd, toilet and an old teacher'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-3491367410660767020</id><published>2009-06-21T00:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:30:43.349+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarot cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QOW'/><title type='text'>Tarot Card Reading Dream</title><content type='html'>The dream:&lt;br /&gt;***I am looking down at a table and there are 3 (I think) tarot cards the first one turned over is a Queen type character with a crown on. I really absorb this card like trying to remember it. It has the letters QOW on the card aswell as the picture.&lt;br /&gt;The tarot card reader exclaims "you're evil" , I cry "I'm not evil!"****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in real life:&lt;br /&gt;A few days after this I actually went to see a clairvoyant. I was going with my friend as she was having her cards read, but then decided after my dream above and all the other dreams over the years, the knowing what people are thinking thing and all the "coincidences" in my life, that I wanted to have mine read also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 3 packs of cards to choose from and surprise surprise one of the decks had a crown emblem on them, I picked that, chose my cards. The first one turned over??? High Preistess, wearing a crown. We talked at length and she told me I was claircognizive... and to look into my star chakra, oh and to go to spiritual church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-3491367410660767020?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/3491367410660767020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2009/06/tarot-card-reading-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/3491367410660767020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/3491367410660767020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2009/06/tarot-card-reading-dream.html' title='Tarot Card Reading Dream'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-6313516559356899989</id><published>2008-12-08T19:30:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:33:23.821Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming Pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terrorists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking with deceased'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Switching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shape shifter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finding something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Sister, Airport Terrorist and Spirits</title><content type='html'>My dreams happened in different scenes last night and I even switched bodies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Part One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is lying in a hospital bed and is being treated, but is alive.  She is connected to different machines and I am so happy she is alive.  (She has passed away in real life).  I know she is in the hospital for alcohol abuse, but we don't discuss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give her a big cuddle and I am so very happy she is alive.  Suddenly we are in a small swimming pool and on a lilo each.  My lilo flips over and I pull my sister into the water.  Her tubes are disconnecting from her and I call for help and family or nurses rush over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pick her up and she is ok and back in her hospital bed.  There are a lot of people sitting around her bed and one man to my right is diabetic? or has a illness which is reliant on daily injections.  He takes a needle out of his bag and injects himself, then passes the needle to me to dispose of but I am very wary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Part Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am standing at the bottom of my old road with my childhood friend L.  We are looking at a lamppost and then all of a sudden urine is gushing out of it so we run to the other end of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the house of A and T (people who really did live in my old street) and call on the doorbell.  They answer but are not keen to let us in until they know we have eaten and they don't have to feed us.  One of them looks around to see if anyone else is behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all standing in the lounge and we are talking about spirits.  L is trying to get in touch with her boyfriend but is having huge difficulties.  He is deceased and we are trying to contact him with the help of A and T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they are concentrating on that, I am seeing a spirit's face coming out of the wall in front of me.  I'm not scared, more amazed than anything.  A and T don't really believe that I can see the spirit so they ask me what he looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see his face only but notice he is wearing glasses I say similar to mine, but with diamante on the bridge of the nose.  They seem to accept that and go outside telling me to go out when I am ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend appears and I can't find my shoes.  I look in the lounge and then by the front door, where I find them.  I go outside and there seems to be some commotion to the left of me, involving L's boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Part Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the airport with my boyfriend and we are getting ready to board a plane to Hawaii.  We go to the conveyor belt to put our cases and luggage on and I read a sign that say cabin crew baggage above the conveyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point I lose my shoes again but then find them by the seats.  We then go to the seating area to wait to be called to board.  A man approaches us from our right, to the left are big airport windows and in front loads of chairs.&lt;br /&gt;The man has checked in but doesn't have any room to carry his bag.  He asks my boyfriend if he can take it and he says yes.  He says it's just his work tools and has no room for them.  I am troubled by this but my boyfriend doesn't seem bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man disappears and then suddenly a security guard throws some handcuffs on my boyfriend and asks what is in the bag, which is more like a silver, hard shell laptop case.  I see the man escaping out of the large windows and at the same time there is a lockdown on the airport.  All of the doors and windows close and the security guard goes into one of the concession stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man returns and somehow gets back into the airport, I can see his arm through one of the doors.  This is the point where I body switch and I am now my boyfriend.  I run to the security guard and say "He's getting in".  The man starts to shapehift into the various airport staff by pulling at the top of their head and ripping their body from them, absorbing their body to become them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-6313516559356899989?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/6313516559356899989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/12/sister-airport-terrorist-and-spirits.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/6313516559356899989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/6313516559356899989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/12/sister-airport-terrorist-and-spirits.html' title='Sister, Airport Terrorist and Spirits'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-284457248641674182</id><published>2008-12-08T01:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:12:34.707Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Cuteek.com - The blog for cute geeks!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, it would mean a lot to me if you checked out one of my other blogs (yes I have more than 5, probably more like 10 blogs, so if I'm not here I am probably there) lol.  &lt;br /&gt;Thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Cuteek?format=sigpro" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;p&gt;Subscribe to RSS headline updates from: &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Cuteek"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Powered by FeedBurner&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-284457248641674182?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/284457248641674182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/12/cuteekcom-blog-for-cute-geeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/284457248641674182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/284457248641674182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/12/cuteekcom-blog-for-cute-geeks.html' title='Cuteek.com - The blog for cute geeks!'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-2394824424365216045</id><published>2008-11-29T10:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:06:24.924Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finding something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wallet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Premonition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prediction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Finding My Boyfriend's Wallet [premonition dream]</title><content type='html'>I see my left hand in front of me holding my boyfriend's wallet that I have just picked up from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Very short dream I know but I had some other dreams that night too*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went to the supermarket with my Boyfriend and he had lost his wallet.  I was like no way I had a dream about your wallet.  He was searching frantically in the car for it and I had a sudden thought to look in the boot/trunk and picked it up straight away.  Just like in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to my dream I didn't know that the wallet was lost or in the boot of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premonition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-2394824424365216045?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/2394824424365216045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/11/finding-my-boyfriends-wallet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/2394824424365216045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/2394824424365216045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/11/finding-my-boyfriends-wallet.html' title='Finding My Boyfriend&apos;s Wallet [premonition dream]'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-8858064702574551072</id><published>2008-10-15T11:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:06:24.926Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertaining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming Pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speaking Other Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Entertaining, Speaking Turkish and PTC</title><content type='html'>I am at a hotel swimming pool and make the realisation that everyone is looking at me and expecting me to do something. Turns out I am their entertainer (my old job) andf they want me to do some pool games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell all the kids to get in the pool and we play a game called go fetch (normally played on dry land for safety reasons lol)  I am using a microphone and the kids are fetching things and bringing them into the pool.  I run out of ideas so I go to the people on the sunloungers and ask them to suggest an item to fetch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this lad with a big punk hairdo which is sticking up, I ask him and he speaks into the mic and I can't hear him, he has asked the kids to fetch a brandy each.  I panic and then he says I'm from Turkey I didn't really understand the question then I speak Turkish (which I can't in real life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to fix the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at my computer clicking on barious websites and getting paid to click (This is actually a hobby of mine to make money online and I must have been thinking about it in my sleep lol-&lt;a href="http://cashaddict.blogspot.com"&gt;if you are interested look here)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-8858064702574551072?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/8858064702574551072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/10/entertaining-speaking-turkish-and-ptc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/8858064702574551072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/8858064702574551072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/10/entertaining-speaking-turkish-and-ptc.html' title='Entertaining, Speaking Turkish and PTC'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-3407212964446784468</id><published>2008-10-14T08:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:06:24.928Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bomb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my old house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Planets and Bag of Fear</title><content type='html'>I am in a room with my boyfriend and someone else I think one of my brothers.  I go outside onto a balcony type thing and hold out my hand.  Underneath my hand are some planets, a mini solar system if you like.  Above each tiny planet is a little ball of fire.  I am trying to literally save the world.  Some of the planets have to explode to save Earth but it's hard to figure out which ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am holding a white plastic bag and it has a bomb or something toxic inside it.  When it goes off the fumes will kill us all.  I take the bag outside too and go to tell my boyfriend and we prepare to die.  In the end the bag doesn't explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running upstairs to the top of my old house to the box room.  My sister is lying down on the bed watching tv and looks startled when I run up to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat McDonalds right before bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;40 Winx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-3407212964446784468?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/3407212964446784468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/10/planets-and-bag-of-fear.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/3407212964446784468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/3407212964446784468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/10/planets-and-bag-of-fear.html' title='Planets and Bag of Fear'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-4869448723565770851</id><published>2008-10-08T20:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:06:24.930Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex and The City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prediction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Time Prediction and Office Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/SO0UfgOqeOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ee7mV85hpOs/s1600-h/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/SO0UfgOqeOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ee7mV85hpOs/s200/clock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254878871671175394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm working in an office with other women all dressed up like Sex and The City stars, while I am wearing a velour tracksuit.  I look at the clock on the wall, (which is my actual clock from my living room) and it is 8.30 and I say to myself quarter to 9, it is really important to me quarter to 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and said to my boyfriend is it quarter to 9, he looked and it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these dreams linked to my body clock? It sort of reminds me of when I was younger and my parents would say to me "If you want to wake up at a certain time, bump your head on the pillow that many times".  So if I wanted to wake at 6 I would bump my head on the pillow 6 times. (not hard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the instinct of time that we have built in from the ages before clocks, watches and sundials? Am I telepathic, or did I have a lucid dream and look at the clock in the living room before I woke up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-4869448723565770851?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/4869448723565770851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-prediction-and-office-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/4869448723565770851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/4869448723565770851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-prediction-and-office-work.html' title='Time Prediction and Office Work'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/SO0UfgOqeOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ee7mV85hpOs/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-4099157808791848097</id><published>2008-09-22T11:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:06:24.932Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tropic Thunder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Jack Black?</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago a very peculiar dream indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/SO0afZd8jbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-yOVRffWat0/s1600-h/jack-black-six-pack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/SO0afZd8jbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-yOVRffWat0/s200/jack-black-six-pack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254885466925993394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Jack Black's girlfriend and he has to leave to film Tropic Thunder.  As I am talking to him his hair is getting shorter and shorter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-4099157808791848097?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/4099157808791848097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/09/jack-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/4099157808791848097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/4099157808791848097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/09/jack-black.html' title='Jack Black?'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/SO0afZd8jbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-yOVRffWat0/s72-c/jack-black-six-pack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-5858518982159325973</id><published>2008-03-27T12:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:06:24.935Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead Body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terrorists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scissors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Water Contamination, Guns and Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/SO0Wii7t7qI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hS6SwHvriRE/s1600-h/104467_1804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/SO0Wii7t7qI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hS6SwHvriRE/s200/104467_1804.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254881122959879842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in a room with this group of people who I later learned were terrorists.  They had this fish tank type thing and were adding chemicals.  They were planning a terrorist act with water contamination in the main water supply.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking what the hell am I doing here......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was with the group going down the road the completely wrong way, we all kept saying to the leader that he was going to get himself killed.  He died... and then he dissapeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am walking down the road with someone familiar and he has a gun like a water pistol.  He fires it at people but it doesn't kill them and they are not aware of being shot.  It fires a small pellet.  I ask him what it does and it's a shot of liquid that makes you hyperactive like a can of redbull would.  I'm shocked he is doing this to people who know nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/SO0VutZ_ltI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BuWp7fSXCKg/s1600-h/disneycastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/SO0VutZ_ltI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BuWp7fSXCKg/s200/disneycastle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254880232418023122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are in Disneyland and we find the group leader from earlier on, we are walking towards the body on the floor and I have a pair of open scissors in my hand, which I look down and see so then I close them and carry on walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a board of people to my right all behind a table a bit like judges on pop idol.  We are standing around the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we see Lauren from The Hills on the stairs.  We go to the cafe and I order a hot dog, but don't have enough money to pay for it.  So I am looking in my purse and counting out the money.  The cashier is getting annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I am in school and we have to write about past experiences and what things have influenced our life to get us where we are.  We have just performed in a school play.    My school mates are all writing but I am having a hard time with the task.  In the end I say "You want me to write about my sister?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-5858518982159325973?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/5858518982159325973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/03/water-contamination-guns-and-disneyland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/5858518982159325973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/5858518982159325973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/03/water-contamination-guns-and-disneyland.html' title='Water Contamination, Guns and Disneyland'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/SO0Wii7t7qI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hS6SwHvriRE/s72-c/104467_1804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-5056334679111280114</id><published>2008-03-21T11:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:06:24.937Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lightening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='johnny depp'/><title type='text'>Sweeney Todd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R-Og7Ox6WxI/AAAAAAAAADw/Vx3Bqzpc1QY/s1600-h/HFX-Movies-Todd700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R-Og7Ox6WxI/AAAAAAAAADw/Vx3Bqzpc1QY/s320/HFX-Movies-Todd700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180160935846370066" align="left"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note to self: Do not watch Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet St before bedtime.  Have you noticed how different things influence our dreams?  It's not that I dreamt of Johnny Depp last night (although that doesn't seem so bad) it's the unsettled feeling I had during the night.  I kept waking up and had dreams about lightening and wasn't comfortable at all.  Also a friend told me I was fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make more of an effort to relax at nighttime, maybe light some candles or put on some relaxing music.  There was a great cd in my local supermarket, with the sounds of the ocean, but I always feel like I need to go to the bathroom when I listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my brain was too active last night, thinking about things that are coming up this month, work, a trip, money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how relaxed I am after today when I might take a walk by the sea.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-5056334679111280114?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/5056334679111280114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweeney-todd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/5056334679111280114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/5056334679111280114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweeney-todd.html' title='Sweeney Todd'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R-Og7Ox6WxI/AAAAAAAAADw/Vx3Bqzpc1QY/s72-c/HFX-Movies-Todd700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-6175159678208662555</id><published>2008-03-14T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:06:24.939Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Strange Numbers</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning after a dream about being in an airport with no shoes on, and having to look after children in a playpen and being worried about the dog instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt rested but when I looked in the mirror to tie my hair back, I had what looked like the numbers 12 791 on my right collarbone.  12 at the top and then underneath 791   I wish I had taken a picture now, I showed my BF and her though it was very strange....maybe some lottery numbers?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually woken up before with numbers in my head and written them down, used them as lottery number and won a small prize.  That happened when I was about 14 or 15 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think the numbers mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-6175159678208662555?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/6175159678208662555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/03/strange-numbers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/6175159678208662555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/6175159678208662555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/03/strange-numbers.html' title='Strange Numbers'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-5130346724605650055</id><published>2008-02-27T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:06:24.942Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being chased'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Beach Chase Punchup</title><content type='html'>Another chase type dream, will they ever stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in school and for some reason everybody is really dressed up in prom style clothes.  &lt;br /&gt;I make a horrible mixture out of my teachers dinner to play a trick on her.&lt;br /&gt;I see old school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my parent's house, and I tell my Mum it is 1st November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking along the beach with my Dad, then I see my ex so I go over to see him and my Dad carries on walking.&lt;br /&gt;The ex is in front of a beach hut hot dog type stall and is giving me money 25 euros.  The girl in the beach hut thinks he is taking 5euros and he tells me to take it and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away and then he starts chasing me for this money in the rain through a shopping centre.  I'm running downstairs and trying to find places where he won't find me.  I punch him in the face several times but my fists have no power, I manage to swipe him in the right hand side of his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I lose him and I'm with a girl who is saying we need to go to her boyfriends house.  We are at the top of a set of beach stairs in the dark and have to go down them to go up again at the other side to get to the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our left is a large group of men who are chanting and beating drums, they see us and start to walk towards us as we ascend the other stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are scared and start to run up the stairs as they chase us.  I can feel my hands grabbing at the hand rail to pull myself up faster but I'm not as fast as this other girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get to the street where the girl says her boyfriend will protect us, but when we get there he isn't in and we are cornered by these witch type girls.  The sides of the room are piled high with plastic Pepsi bottles, which I push hoping they will stop them from attacking us.  It doesn't work and then the girl is lashing out with the bottle at my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POSSIBLE INFLUENCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ex was dishonest and we fought&lt;br /&gt;*I have a bad leg at the moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-5130346724605650055?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/5130346724605650055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/02/beach-chase-punchup.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/5130346724605650055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/5130346724605650055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/02/beach-chase-punchup.html' title='Beach Chase Punchup'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-2850818132165253628</id><published>2008-02-25T11:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:41:44.989Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being chased'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my old house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punchbag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webdesign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Adsense, Fire and Webdesign</title><content type='html'>I woke up at about 6am this morning (of course I went back to bed) but on a toilet trip I decided to grab my notepad and wrote this one down incase I forgot.  I went back to sleep and had another dream too hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the computer adding google adsense to my site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An apartment was on fire so I went down a set of stairs to see what was happening, a fire engine pulls up and all the firemen are having a drink from the water hose, so I copied, there was fizzy water or still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firemen warn the people to get out of the apartment but they are taking ages to do so. There are mobile phones and books on the table near the apartment so I pick them up, put them in my pocket to give to the owners.  There is no actual fire but there is.  Like an invisible fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm walking away I look in the window and see Ryan from The O.C jabbing a punchbag.  I carried on walking and then in apartment opposite I see him again and I'm freaked out because i saw him in 2 places and then decided the one in the other apartment must be the ghost of his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swapped computers with my BF and I was annoyed because he put dirty handprints all over the screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****short interval where I went to the toilet****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a train with Ryan from The O.C and somebody was after us, I'm sure it was Fergie from Black Eyed Peas.  We jumped from a moving train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to cross this bridge made of plastic bendy stuff as a test.  The people had caught us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend M was going to the gym and asked me to go with her, but I didn't have the right clothes.  Someone else was saying you'll be fine just go as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm in my old house, talking about websites with M, layouts and costing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POSSIBLE INFLUENCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I've been working alot on my sites lately so my brain is probably overtime on the whole webdesign, google adsense stuff.&lt;br /&gt;*I watched the entire series of The O.C a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other stuff I will have to look in my dream book to investigate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-2850818132165253628?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/2850818132165253628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/02/adsense-fire-and-webdesign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/2850818132165253628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/2850818132165253628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/02/adsense-fire-and-webdesign.html' title='Adsense, Fire and Webdesign'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-7308563579347877338</id><published>2008-02-24T12:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T12:57:43.234Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Return of the Ex</title><content type='html'>Just a quick one today as it's Sunday and I want to try and get out of the house at some point if I can tear myself away from my computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just lying in bed with my BF, just woken up.  He is receiving text messages from his ex GF who says she is pregnant.  I'm not happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm in a different place where Coleen McCloughlin and the lad who used to play Tinead in Brookside, Phil Olivier, are.  I keep looking at her hair clips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then find out that my ex's GF is pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POSSIBLE INFLUENCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Someone my mum knows had a baby yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-7308563579347877338?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/7308563579347877338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/02/return-of-ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/7308563579347877338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/7308563579347877338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/02/return-of-ex.html' title='Return of the Ex'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-7719769351367274838</id><published>2008-02-23T21:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:59:00.006Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Up a ladder with Martine McCutcheon</title><content type='html'>This was a couple of nights ago and it´s still in my head.  Not sure about the order of all this but here´s what I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8CUr1WvacI/AAAAAAAAACY/UwjgfCWDFKY/s1600-h/ICONATOR_84b05b7dcb606dbba1a3c1439bef5c1b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8CUr1WvacI/AAAAAAAAACY/UwjgfCWDFKY/s320/ICONATOR_84b05b7dcb606dbba1a3c1439bef5c1b.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170295852999076290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I´m in a hotel where I apparently work, playing tennis with a guest, but when they bat the ball over to my side, my half of the court is full of water so I have to climb alot over walls and things to get the ball back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go to the creche of the hotel where there is a bowling alley and my BF waiting in his car for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8CiSFWvadI/AAAAAAAAACg/0QqUdZwx04w/s1600-h/262313~Martine-Mccutcheon-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8CiSFWvadI/AAAAAAAAACg/0QqUdZwx04w/s200/262313~Martine-Mccutcheon-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170310803780233682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I´m climbing up a ladder and then when I´m at the top I have to sort of jump onto another ladder which makes me feel scared, at the top is Martine McCutcheon, who I´m to star in a film with.  We are actually being filmed as we climb the ladders.  I am then shown a much easier way to do it and given a beanbag incase I fall, so then I´m feeling more reassured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POSSIBLE INFLUENCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have worked in hotels for the past 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;*It´s been raining (water in the tennis court?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~40 Winx~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-7719769351367274838?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/7719769351367274838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/02/up-ladder-with-martine-mccutcheon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/7719769351367274838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/7719769351367274838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/02/up-ladder-with-martine-mccutcheon.html' title='Up a ladder with Martine McCutcheon'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8CUr1WvacI/AAAAAAAAACY/UwjgfCWDFKY/s72-c/ICONATOR_84b05b7dcb606dbba1a3c1439bef5c1b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-6137890772730068550</id><published>2008-02-23T21:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:56:42.829Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><title type='text'>Malaysia Hospital  Dream</title><content type='html'>Wow last night was a wierd one indeed.  I could remember it a lot better this morning but can still see small fragments of it in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8CTgVWvabI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CkiY_6at6eY/s1600-h/ICONATOR_4afe8ca4addd2bf21502baa71c3d30ea.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8CTgVWvabI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CkiY_6at6eY/s320/ICONATOR_4afe8ca4addd2bf21502baa71c3d30ea.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170294555918952882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I´m in a structure like a scaffold from a building being refurbished, I look up and see like 100 people hanging themselves from the top scaffold.  I feel very disturbed in my dream and my aim is to get to the top of the structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8CjFFWvaeI/AAAAAAAAACo/vijNSX1fZZY/s1600-h/scaffold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8CjFFWvaeI/AAAAAAAAACo/vijNSX1fZZY/s200/scaffold.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170311679953562082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get to the top to find a hospital corridor with doors coming off it that go to patient´s rooms.  I go into one room and see an old school friend with a drip in her arm and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and half asleep I said to my BF "Malaysia" like it was really important and had to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POSSIBLE INFLUENCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My BF had a blood test same day I had this dream&lt;br /&gt;*Someone very close to me killed herself  by hanging (I find I dream about this alot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~40 Winx~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-6137890772730068550?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/6137890772730068550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/02/malaysia-hospital-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/6137890772730068550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/6137890772730068550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/02/malaysia-hospital-dream.html' title='Malaysia Hospital  Dream'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8CTgVWvabI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CkiY_6at6eY/s72-c/ICONATOR_4afe8ca4addd2bf21502baa71c3d30ea.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-6004383042875318084</id><published>2008-02-22T21:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:28:57.989+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Bloggers Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8Cj-VWvagI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jrU13ukAcY0/s1600-h/2454.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8Cj-VWvagI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jrU13ukAcY0/s320/2454.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170312663501072898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems lately I'm full of blog posts but not all of my ideas fit the genre of my &lt;a href="http://cuteek.blogspot.com"&gt;Gadget Blog&lt;/a&gt;, or my &lt;a href="http://pimpmybarbie.blogspot.com"&gt;Barbie blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I have dreams, alot actually.  I have been writing about them in a diary that I keep at the side of my bed, but I thought it would be fun and therapeutic to jot them down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8Cj-VWvagI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jrU13ukAcY0/s1600-h/2454.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8Cj-VWvagI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jrU13ukAcY0/s320/2454.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170312663501072898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like to analyse my dreams, finding their meanings and looking beyond.  Nightmares are somewhat regular to me and I hate the ones that make me feel horrible for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8Cj-VWvagI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jrU13ukAcY0/s1600-h/2454.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8Cj-VWvagI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jrU13ukAcY0/s320/2454.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170312663501072898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I have dreams where I'm reading or something happens that will be significant the next day.  Obviously it's hard to explain here and I will just have to do it as I go along...looking for any input along the way and I want to hear about your dreams too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I can't remember my dreams, which isn't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; often, I will blog about nice things to help sleep or interesting info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~40 Winx~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-6004383042875318084?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/6004383042875318084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/02/bloggers-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/6004383042875318084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/6004383042875318084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2008/02/bloggers-dream.html' title='Bloggers Dream'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/R8Cj-VWvagI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jrU13ukAcY0/s72-c/2454.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-8678030004513271734</id><published>2005-12-16T20:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:04:15.235+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uphill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auntie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking with deceased'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leader'/><title type='text'>Sister, Maze, Magic and Hanging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PART ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The dream:&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting on my bed, my sister is sitting on the end of it, but the bed is in a strange position where we have never had it.  We are in my new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What is your plan?"&lt;br /&gt;My Sister: "I have friends in Wales and I will go there"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "We have to help S (my nephew - her son)&lt;br /&gt;My Sister: "Time for Plan B"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving the house, I have bare feet and my sister is wearing my new white shoes.  My sisters laughs.  We go to the video shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I felt:&lt;br /&gt;I felt glad to be chatting like sisters do with my sister, (who is deceased)  like she was guiding me and the family.  Typical that she was wearing my shoes as she always used to do things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRA NOTES:&lt;br /&gt;June 2009 - I am glad I found this entry in my dream journal, in this dream the bed was in an unusual place, after recently buying a new bed and putting it together we realized that the only place it would fit was in the position in the dream (I had my heart set on the original place).  Which is somewhere we have never ever wanted the bed as it is a funny angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PART TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Dream:&lt;br /&gt;I am with my Dad on a high street near to where I used to live, I watch my Dad go into a jewelery shop to buy a gold necklace, one with a dog tag and hologram of my nephew on.  My Dad is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dad are at my new house, I am looking over the balcony and see my nephew being pushed in a pram by who I think is his step mother's brother and wife and also his cousin.  My nephew is his current age as of 2005 (10) but with his baby face and a dummy in his mouth.  They all come into my house, step mother's brother says it is a bad idea bringing my nephew and they must go.  I take the dummy out of my nephew's mouth and we tell him that we miss him, but he can't talk, like he has been silenced by them or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are taking him away, my nephew starts to talk as he get's further away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I felt:&lt;br /&gt;If you know my whole life (which I am considering writing into a book or something I'm sure it would make interesting reading) it's obvious that you will understand my dreams a lot better.  For now though I don't wish to reveal too much for the protection of family members and my soul.  I'm not ready to bare all yet.&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell though, my sister passed away leaving my nephew with his father, who then was seeing someone not so nice, like himself.  So the whole thing of my nephew being silenced will probably relate to the non existent contact we have with him and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PART THREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Dream:&lt;br /&gt;We are in the video shop (see part one) and see a different doorway, we look for videos then we are in a maze/tour.  There are two teams, boy against girls, we must race to a certain place within the maze.  The leader man says "I used to have blonde hair as long as yours" I say "I bet you didn't wear it in a bobble like me though"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run round having fun and trying to win.  The other team cheated ("Ozzy's Team"?) We are sitting down for food and the character of Prue from Charmed makes me a fried egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prue: "I feel angry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move my chair back, then another girl (am I third person here) sees her using magic to cook the egg, but she says "I won't tell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside there is a big dog with a trap on it's jaw, the trap is attached to a long rope, which is attached on the other end to a person's neck in a gallow type hut.  I am standing by the dog and I want to help him.  I work out if I move the dog, the person attached to the rope will hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I help the dog and the person is hanging while people watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I felt:&lt;br /&gt;This one is a very curious dream, the fact that I went back from the end of part one to part 3 interests me.  Is it normal to dream, dream something else, then go back to where you left it?  I made a drawing of this part, I have drawn the person and the gallows in very dark pens strokes, the dog's teeth look very sharp and I have drawn 8 onlookers.  I will try to scan in my drawings soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PART FOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Dream:&lt;br /&gt;I am on a bike going up a hill, my Auntie (deceased) and my cousin (her daughter) are walking beside me.  I am struggling but they are not.  My Auntie asks me for a DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I felt:&lt;br /&gt;My Auntie has passed in October 05, I think this was the first dream I had about her since her death, so I was glad to see her, but it was a very quick dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I remembered 4 of my dreams from this night, sometimes I don't remember this many, but when I do I like to put them into "parts" and not split them up into different blog posts as they are likely to mean something altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-8678030004513271734?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/8678030004513271734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2005/12/sister-maze-magic-and-hanging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/8678030004513271734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/8678030004513271734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2005/12/sister-maze-magic-and-hanging.html' title='Sister, Maze, Magic and Hanging'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-5007584010024000454</id><published>2005-09-21T20:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:10:59.564+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phobia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad dream'/><title type='text'>Terrible Snake Dreams</title><content type='html'>The Dream:&lt;br /&gt;I had some terrible dreams last night - nightmares, of my biggest fears.  The other night there was a big snake in my dream and last night too, I don't really feel like talking about it but let's just say it all felt too real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it made me feel:&lt;br /&gt;Terrified, scared, unable to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-5007584010024000454?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/5007584010024000454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2005/09/terrible-snake-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/5007584010024000454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/5007584010024000454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2005/09/terrible-snake-dreams.html' title='Terrible Snake Dreams'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-236522776892834698</id><published>2005-08-24T20:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:04:58.586+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew'/><title type='text'>Deceased and sending emails</title><content type='html'>I had strange dreams last night.  My nephew was there and then I was dead but with my parents and I could still do stuff, I was reading emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-236522776892834698?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/236522776892834698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-had-strange-dreams-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/236522776892834698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/236522776892834698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-had-strange-dreams-last-night.html' title='Deceased and sending emails'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-4081226600922040403</id><published>2005-06-10T19:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:05:22.389+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atmosphere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange'/><title type='text'>Strange atmosphere part two</title><content type='html'>The strange atmosphere was back again today in the living room and the dog picked up on it once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the dog going mad or is there someone or something there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-4081226600922040403?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/4081226600922040403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2005/06/strange-atmosphere-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/4081226600922040403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/4081226600922040403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2005/06/strange-atmosphere-part-two.html' title='Strange atmosphere part two'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-3675347206644067156</id><published>2005-06-09T19:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:58:21.641+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atmosphere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange'/><title type='text'>Strange atmosphere in the living room...</title><content type='html'>There was a strange atmosphere in my living room the other day.  My dog wouldn't move when I called him and then he was staring at something or someone, and started to tremble.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was scared to go into the kitchen, when I picked him up and walked in there with him he trembled some more.  Felt this was strange considering it's his favourite room in the whole house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-3675347206644067156?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/3675347206644067156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2005/06/strange-atmosphere-in-living-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/3675347206644067156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/3675347206644067156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2005/06/strange-atmosphere-in-living-room.html' title='Strange atmosphere in the living room...'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-3027885584522513773</id><published>2005-05-05T19:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:52:06.780+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distracted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='05/05/05'/><title type='text'>05/05/05</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a bit distracted this week.  I'm tired and have a lot on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just noticed this is dated the 5th of the 5th of the 5th.  05/05/05  Wonder if that means anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-3027885584522513773?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/3027885584522513773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2005/05/050505.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/3027885584522513773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/3027885584522513773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2005/05/050505.html' title='05/05/05'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091142369954050591.post-8131724224352370004</id><published>2004-03-10T19:29:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:42:10.895+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='56'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bingo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking with deceased'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lottery'/><title type='text'>Nanna Sings, Hanging and Lottery Number Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao6H1PXRBg0/Tac_Sz8_SQI/AAAAAAAABxc/_XmJ_e5aqIo/s1600/500px-Go_56.svg.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao6H1PXRBg0/Tac_Sz8_SQI/AAAAAAAABxc/_XmJ_e5aqIo/s200/500px-Go_56.svg.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Nanna (now deceased) is singing songs in a deep voice.  She has money and jar full of lottery or bingo tickets.  She looks happy and could walk and move around fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well 40Winx zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091142369954050591-8131724224352370004?l=40winx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/feeds/8131724224352370004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2004/03/nanna-sings-hanging-and-lottery-number.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/8131724224352370004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091142369954050591/posts/default/8131724224352370004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40winx.blogspot.com/2004/03/nanna-sings-hanging-and-lottery-number.html' title='Nanna Sings, Hanging and Lottery Number Dream'/><author><name>cuteek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GH6U5WMLcU/Ss979WwJWwI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qt2JiVVasc/S220/n513316078_211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao6H1PXRBg0/Tac_Sz8_SQI/AAAAAAAABxc/_XmJ_e5aqIo/s72-c/500px-Go_56.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
