<?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-34624317</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:14:53.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream of Scorpio</title><subtitle type='html'>Have you ever had a dream that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KingUnbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603297655679144516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624317.post-8013328447341430576</id><published>2007-08-04T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T09:33:50.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of 08/04/2007</title><content type='html'>I am at work, though it look more like a school. James from work shows up and he looks terrible. Ask him why and he says he just got done with the evaluation quiz. I remember I was supposed to do that as well, so I head out. I get there and there is a line. My number, on a yellow piece of paper that looks to be ripped off of a corner, is 295. A guy comes out looking disheveled and pale. Someone asks if it is hard and all they can do is nod in return. I ask who has the lowest remaining number and it is above mine. So I say great I have the next lowest number and i am next, and someone says no you have to get a new one and head to the back. Discouraged as I would most likely be the last one in line as no one else is late, I go wander off thinking I might as well just come back in a bit. When I get back there are people outside. I ask what is going on and they said they are collecting the cover charge for the band that night. I say I am only there for the quiz. They say to get in I need to pay the cover. I can hear the bass already and figure I wouldn't be able to concentrate so I leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34624317-8013328447341430576?l=dreamscorpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/feeds/8013328447341430576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34624317&amp;postID=8013328447341430576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/8013328447341430576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/8013328447341430576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/2007/08/dreams-of-08042007.html' title='Dreams of 08/04/2007'/><author><name>KingUnbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603297655679144516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624317.post-116092868527074634</id><published>2006-10-15T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T09:14:15.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of 10/15/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I am in a cell. A voice explains to me the rules. We can open the doors to all the cells and a door will open with a toilet only if all but one holds onto a device in the cell. As soon as more than one lets go they all close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after I get a visit from a guard inspecting my cell. It seems some time has passed. I have another person in there. They are helping me paint my back wall with a mural. The guard mocks us in our efforts. There is a spot that hasn't been painted yet and the guard takes his finger and smears the fresh paint over it. He asks how he did, with a challenge in his look. We both agree it is fine. He scowls and walks out. I look at my painting partner and tell him that he fell for it. I check a hiding space then we go back to painting, this time on the wall with the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am playing D&amp;D and who I just was was my character. Somehow what I did was to free &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captain_Marvel_(DC_Comics)"&gt;Captain Marvel&lt;/a&gt; and he let our party out. The first thing he did was to fly off and kill a &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=330038254125&amp;ssPageName=MERCOSI_VI_ROSI_PR4_PCN_BIX&amp;refitem=320034173104&amp;itemcount=4&amp;refwidgetloc=closed_view_item&amp;refwidgettype=osi_widget"&gt;night hag&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I start explain Captain Marvel's powers and that the night hag must have surprised and inprisoned him as it was no match for him.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34624317-116092868527074634?l=dreamscorpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/feeds/116092868527074634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34624317&amp;postID=116092868527074634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/116092868527074634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/116092868527074634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/2006/10/dreams-of-10152006.html' title='Dreams of 10/15/2006'/><author><name>KingUnbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603297655679144516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624317.post-116035576535148181</id><published>2006-10-08T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T18:05:46.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of 10/08/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;My brother Tom comes over to my house to pick up my old computer. In this dream my house is really my parent's house in real life While I am getting items together inside he is outside cutting a huge limb off of a tree in our front yard.  My wife gets upset because he cut only one side off the tree and it looks weird and lopsided. As he is loading the truck with the wood I start bringing the computer out and load into his truck. In my room is a box full of phone ends and other random phone pieces. I walk back outside and my brother is waiting and I tell him I need to get the wireless network card yet and he says he already got it. I show him the room heater I had already loaded into the truck and he says he will probably throw it out because it isn't safe. While he is telling me this I notice he is talking weird, his voice doesn't sound right and he is using phrases that he normally wouldn't use. I get off the trailer and get out of his way so he can pull all the stuff away.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm in a motel room in bed and there is a person on the other side of the wall banging on it. I am in bed with my wife and there are two other people in the room. We call the front desk because we are fed up with the noise. The guy from the hotel who comes is a guy from work and he asks what the problem is. One of the other people in the room tells him. As he leaves the room to go over to take care of it one of the other guys in the room throws something really hard against the wall which makes a loud noise. The hotel guy comes back and they all start laughing about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get out of bed and we begin to play D&amp;D on a table across the room. I am with my normal Wed group. We begin combat and roll for initiative. The GM and I both roll a natural 20. The GM tells me to roll a 6 sided dice and we do, he gets a 6 and I get a 1. He tells me he has won initiative, and I say no cause we both rolled a 20, my dex bonus is 9, what is the monster's? He goes Oh, meaning I was right. The rest of the group is telling me that you don't add your dexterity bonus to the roll. I am getting annoyed and I ask for the player's book. No one can find the right book, they keep giving me book that have nothing to do with the game.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alarm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34624317-116035576535148181?l=dreamscorpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/feeds/116035576535148181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34624317&amp;postID=116035576535148181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/116035576535148181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/116035576535148181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/2006/10/dreams-of-10082006.html' title='Dreams of 10/08/2006'/><author><name>KingUnbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603297655679144516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624317.post-116015074874448908</id><published>2006-10-06T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T09:07:22.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of 10/06/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm with a group that is going to storm into a compound and blow it up. We have hit this place before and destroyed their semi truck inside, but very little else. My job is critical as I have the main bomb.&lt;br /&gt;I sneak up and slip inside the building. Suddenly I hear gunfire outside and I know the plan is starting to fall apart. I hurry to my spot, but unfortunately there are guards there. I know the captain of the guard in some manner so I begin to talk with her about how evil the guy is and it must be done. She agrees she works for a bad man, but that there are many good people forced to work there that don't deserve to die. I tell her to sound the evacuation and no one will get hurt. She won't do it, she must do her job she tells me. I tell her she won't shoot me and I throw the bomb on the pile and it rolls and falls to the ground. I laugh nervously and pick it up and throw it again, and it rolls down again.  thrid and fourth time it does the same. Finally it stays up and I hit the evacuation button, and the captain, and pull her along with me outside as the building explodes in a huge ball of fire, more than I expected. I hear cheering from the people I came with. Unfortunately Darth Vader escapes in another truck located in another barn down away from the main building. We'll have to track him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the rest of my friends come to where I am at, I tell the captain to come with me, but she refuses. I get in a car and tell her I'll see her around. My friends think I was flirting with her, but I tell them she would be helpful in our battle. We begin to drive to find Vader&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alarm goes off....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34624317-116015074874448908?l=dreamscorpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/feeds/116015074874448908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34624317&amp;postID=116015074874448908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/116015074874448908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/116015074874448908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/2006/10/dreams-of-10062006.html' title='Dreams of 10/06/2006'/><author><name>KingUnbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603297655679144516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624317.post-115997352876931338</id><published>2006-10-04T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T07:57:11.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of 10/04/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm in a gym playing basketball with &lt;a href="http://findintegrity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gertie&lt;/a&gt; and two others. There is air blowing the basketballs away from the hoop making it impossible to get any baskets. There are kids playing on the other side of the gym. There is an adult rearranging the hoops causing us to stop playing. We have to leave the gym as the kids are taking over for their class. We sit on bleachers before we go. There are kids over in a bleacher on the same side but other end of the gym just out of sight. Then I notice more people, including family, on our end of the gym but other side. I suddenly don't have any clothes on, but both groups can barely not see us. We decide it is time to leave and I get dressed and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at a swimming pool. I start swimming laps with another male. I think I better have good form and swim proper. I realize we are getting timed. Afterwords I find out its a contest, we are in a reality TV show like Big Brother. So me and this other guy are up for a vote to get kicked off the show. I think my time is pretty good, but I wasn't swimming as fast as I could if I knew it was a competition. I get worried but I know it will come to a vote and both Lisa and Grace, an oriental woman are both allied with me and will vote my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting comes and for some reason I can see the voting. They are really hard to make out but I read it and Lisa votes for me, but Grace has a picture of an arm with a tattoo on it that the other guy has, so Lisa voted for me but Grace  betrays me by voting for the other guy, but I am not voted out of the house yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So waiting for the votes to be revealed we go to the cafeteria .We sit down waiting and I give the thumbs down to Lisa. I also let the guy know he got a vote. The announcement is made and Lisa is mad that Grace didn't stick with voting for me. We walk to another room away from Grace and the guy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are talking with some other people in this room. I ask the person who runs the house if she has had any problems with ghosts. The reason I ask this is because it is my brother's old house and I know that is was haunted. I creep myself out a little as I have at least one more day in the house and if there is any ghost they may have their attention called upon me now. I walk outside and Chad is out there. We talk some then I realize I have to remain sequestered so I go back in.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;then the alarm goes off.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34624317-115997352876931338?l=dreamscorpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/feeds/115997352876931338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34624317&amp;postID=115997352876931338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/115997352876931338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/115997352876931338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/2006/10/dreams-of-10042006.html' title='Dreams of 10/04/2006'/><author><name>KingUnbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603297655679144516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624317.post-115989203121254773</id><published>2006-10-03T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T09:13:51.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of 10/03/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I am at a stadium with my father watching a game of some sort. I look up and in the horizon is an air battle with planes from WWI and Cylon Raiders from Battlestar Galactica. It looks amazing and I tell my dad I want to go see that show instead. I leave and travel across a field to get to where the mock battle is. I see tons of crashed planes and raiders laying on the ground and I marvel at how well they are made. I make it to the other stadium and they won't let me in. I ask if there is any way they would, and they say I need a celebrity to let me in. I had Van Stout (from WISC-TV news long ago who also did Badger Games) with me. He was in some sort of Garbage can mascot thing though. I told him who needs a celebrity when you have Van Stout.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarm goes off....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34624317-115989203121254773?l=dreamscorpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/feeds/115989203121254773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34624317&amp;postID=115989203121254773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/115989203121254773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/115989203121254773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/2006/10/dreams-of-10032006.html' title='Dreams of 10/03/2006'/><author><name>KingUnbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603297655679144516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624317.post-115980150001973879</id><published>2006-10-02T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T08:05:00.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of 10/02/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Driving in a car to Frogtown with somebody I know, I see a &lt;a href="http://springboob.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend's&lt;/a&gt; wife in a car off the side of the road looking through binoculars at a house. The person in the car with me asks about it, but I say she is probably just looking at houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get into Frogtown and enter a house. We sit talking with the owner when suddenly from another door to the outside comes in a bad guy. He kidnapped the owner of the house's little girls. My brother and I are superheroes, not sure what my brother's power is, but mine is speed, maybe 2-3 times faster than normal people. So I run outside to the other door to block off the kidnapper and provide two fronts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From earlier in the dream which at this point I cannot remember for this blog, the children kidnapped trust the kidnapper because he fooled them. Well the kid's dogs run out of the house barking at the kidnapper and I call them to me to show the children they trust me. The kidnapper knocks me down but loses his grip on the kids so I toss them out of his reach and put him into a wrestling hold. I scream to the parents to get their kids and get out of the area.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my alarm goes off....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34624317-115980150001973879?l=dreamscorpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/feeds/115980150001973879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34624317&amp;postID=115980150001973879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/115980150001973879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/115980150001973879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/2006/10/dreams-of-10022006.html' title='Dreams of 10/02/2006'/><author><name>KingUnbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603297655679144516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624317.post-115902719954678247</id><published>2006-09-23T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T10:28:12.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of 09/23/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Sitting around outside a house having a beer with some friends and family. The house seems new and the yard around it is more like tall weeds from a field. A kid walks up, slightly overweight and tells his mom he saw a ring laying out in the yard. His mom doesn't believe him. The kid says that he has great vision. His mom still doesn't believe him. The kid seems sad that his mom disbelieves. I ask him if it if super x-ray vision. He tells me nope just able to see really good. I finish the last of my beer, put it down, and say let's go find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make our way across the yard with the tall weeds and I begin to doubt him as well. We come to a small mound of dirt and the kid says there by the M&amp;M wrapper. Sure enough there is a ring there. I pick it up and give it to the kid's mom and say "see?". She says that the kid does have great vision after all and the kid is beaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get back to the house and on a sidewalk and &lt;a href="http://wuttruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;wuttruth&lt;/a&gt; comes and asks me if I got all full of cheese before the Badger game last week at his cousins. I remember being asked that before and wondering why someone else asked and I ask him why. He thought he saw me on TV full of cheese and thought it was me. We round a corner and I see my friend Kevin. We are now at Camp Randall Stadium where the Badgers play. There are tons of people walking with us, like when we leave the game after it ends. He picks up my friend's daughter. I tell him about how they announced people who were arrested during the game and I thought that was weird.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34624317-115902719954678247?l=dreamscorpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/feeds/115902719954678247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34624317&amp;postID=115902719954678247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/115902719954678247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/115902719954678247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/2006/09/dreams-of-09232006.html' title='Dreams of 09/23/2006'/><author><name>KingUnbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603297655679144516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624317.post-115885859502056257</id><published>2006-09-21T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T10:09:55.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of 09/21/2006</title><content type='html'>Had a few, but our new Patio door was delivered earlier than expected and I was woken up by the delivery guys so I didn't have a chance to remember my dreams before they faded. But here is what I remember vaguely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I traveled somewhere foreign. There was a place where they held experiment patients. One of those was a talking toddler with a biship miter on. They tour person asked if I saw another test subject inside that I recognized from a different dream some time ago who freaked me out. The tour person aked if I wanted to go in but I hesitated but decided to brave it. I was trying to work my way over to the one that was freaking me out but was woken up before that happened....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34624317-115885859502056257?l=dreamscorpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/feeds/115885859502056257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34624317&amp;postID=115885859502056257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/115885859502056257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/115885859502056257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/2006/09/dreams-of-09212006_21.html' title='Dreams of 09/21/2006'/><author><name>KingUnbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603297655679144516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624317.post-115878758597325391</id><published>2006-09-20T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T14:30:04.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of 09/20/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I am chasing a huge device with other people. It has people with guns on top and behind it. I'm trying to stay alive while killing the enemy. They shoot sometimes at people sitting up high with mounted machine guns. I assume those people are on my side. We round a corner and a woman in my group lays flat to shoot. I recognize her as &lt;a href="http://www.supernovajuice.com/albums/Battlestar-Galactica-Season-2-Promo-Shots/bsg05ga0147bt.sized.jpg"&gt;Starbuck&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0407362/"&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/a&gt;. I notice behind us is another huge vehicle that will run her over if she doesn't move right away. I pull her up and drag her with me.  As I round the next corner I notice there is a strange looking guy and realize it is the leader of the bad guys. He is removing the lid of a coffin and freeing a mummy inside. I shoot him to stop him but I am too late, the mummy leaves the coffin and starts running away. I keep shooting the mummy until it too is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I win the video game. Everyone congratulates me and are eagerly awaiting what the prize will be for killing the leader. Since no one has killed him the reward is unknown. A woman comes up to me, a little older yet attractive, and tells me she is willing to do anything for the prize, and gives me a stare for me to know that she does mean anything. I'm not really interested in the prize or anything from this woman, I just want to see what it is and someone else can keep it for their collection.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34624317-115878758597325391?l=dreamscorpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/feeds/115878758597325391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34624317&amp;postID=115878758597325391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/115878758597325391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/115878758597325391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/2006/09/dreams-of-09202006.html' title='Dreams of 09/20/2006'/><author><name>KingUnbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603297655679144516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624317.post-115868355268033811</id><published>2006-09-19T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T14:32:42.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of 09/19/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I am in my old high school looking at trophys with a friend and I cannot find the right ones. I want to show a specific one to him but they arent there. I guess that maybe they are in a different hallway. So we start to walk there and we are joined by a female which I know, but don't specifically recognize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we round the corner I see my friend Kevin playing a sad song on the piano. I signal to everyone to hush as we get closer. There is a bar to the left of us and we get drinks while listening. I realize it is a song he made up and it is great. The woman that is walking with me starts to laugh and I start to get angry but she tells me it is only because she never realized he had such talent not making fun of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He see us then so we walk into that room and there is a funeral taking place. His wife is laying on the piano bench dressed in black with a veil. I say hi  to her as I walk by, giving her a "five". Kevin join me as i round the next corner to the next trophys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In here are a bunch of swords hanging on the wall as well as many pictures. I tell Kevin I should donate the extra sword I had since I bought one before I was married and then one for the wedding itself I had an extra one. He says that he stinks from sweating so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find a picture of me in pre-school. I take it down and walk outside with it and see my Mom. I show her and here other pre-schoolers singing their ABC's. I tell my mom I remember be upset because when we sang the ABC's we went one letter around the class and I always had one letter less than everyone else because we had an odd amount of students. She said we around 10 right? I said 11, and with 21 letters in the alphabet I always only did one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then started to enter a building and someone else comes up to me and tells me that the Cisco equipment I ordered is in. My mom asks if I got Cisco on-star and I said of course it's the best. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I awake to my cat in my face......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am playing cards with my cousin Tiffanie at my Mom's house.. It is a form of blackjack with 5 shared upturned cards. I have 21. She is delaying and I have to leave. Finally I walk away and begin to get dressed in my room. I pick out my clothes, and take off the ones I have on. Naked sitting on the floor I begin to put on my underwear and  my mom walks in. I chastise her for coming in without knocking as I quickly get my underwear on. Then Tiffanie walks in and I yell at them both to give me a moment to get dressed.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34624317-115868355268033811?l=dreamscorpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/feeds/115868355268033811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34624317&amp;postID=115868355268033811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/115868355268033811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/115868355268033811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/2006/09/dreams-of-09192006.html' title='Dreams of 09/19/2006'/><author><name>KingUnbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603297655679144516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624317.post-115859547389535705</id><published>2006-09-18T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T09:04:33.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post!</title><content type='html'>This is an idea for a blog I have had for quite some time. I can recall my dreams most of the time if I try to think about it right after waking. So I think this can be interesting, at least for me, in blogging my dreams and re-reading it down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my goal for this blog is to post about my dreams, honestly and fully, no matter how embarrassing or crazy they may turn out to be. Apologies in advance to my &lt;a href="http://www.madisonradiogirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;wife&lt;/a&gt; for any "wet dreams" not involving her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34624317-115859547389535705?l=dreamscorpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/feeds/115859547389535705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34624317&amp;postID=115859547389535705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/115859547389535705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624317/posts/default/115859547389535705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamscorpio.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-post.html' title='First Post!'/><author><name>KingUnbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603297655679144516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
