<?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-10616423</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:49:50.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Dreams May Come</title><subtitle type='html'>Dreams, what are they, what do they mean, why do we care?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bijy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015704659668097451</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10616423.post-114123070435378354</id><published>2006-03-01T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T08:31:44.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 3-1-06</title><content type='html'>Last night my dream was a bit piecemeal.  I didn't have a dream story as usual.  I was in an airport and I was preparing to travel somewhere.  Twice I got on the same escalator and twice, it went down so fast that I almost felt as if I would fall foward during the descent.  The escalator next to me was going down as well, but the two young girls on it didn't seem to be descending as fast as I was.  The second time this happened, I considered asking the guy at the information booth at the bottom of the escalator to get it fixed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10616423-114123070435378354?l=musingonthevibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/feeds/114123070435378354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10616423&amp;postID=114123070435378354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/114123070435378354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/114123070435378354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/2006/03/dream-3-1-06.html' title='Dream 3-1-06'/><author><name>Bijy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015704659668097451</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-10616423.post-114074560111564238</id><published>2006-02-23T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:51:49.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 2-22-06</title><content type='html'>OK, so I haven't been so good about blogging my dreams. It's kinda hard because I also keep a dream journal. Well, anyway, here's the latest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dream started with me making arrangement to meet a guy I'd met. I don't think I knew him very well but felt comfortable meeting up with him. We made a plan, and I remember saying something like, "I'll be over here and you can come meet me there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew, I was sitting by the window in what I think was a McDonalds, (I know, really high class). I was actually sitting in a corner, facing a window another window to my right. I also remember the windows stretching (how does a window stretch anyway) from the floor to the ceiling. I looked out of the window ahead of me and say the guy I'd arranged to meet walking down the street toward me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he walked toward me, I mused about how he would actually meet up with me. I wondered if he'd not see me (or maybe he would see me) and walk on by, or if he'd walk up to the door of the restaurant without actually seeing me first knowing that this was the place where we were scheduled to meet. But he did something that totally surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked right up to the window in front of me and pressed his face against the glass, to make a funny face. In the midst of doing that, he stumbled through where the glass was supposed to be and laughed at his own misstep. I looked at him in amazement (you'd be amazed too if you just saw someone walk through a window) and felt myself softening by his attempts at amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I remember about this dream was standing outside and leaning against him as he stood behind me. We were looking at the scenery. I said something to him and he bent his head low to catch what I was saying. He seemed really tall. But maybe he was just standing on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like this dream deals with the barriers I've created around myself. Maybe the person who makes it in will have to be...somewhat unconventional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10616423-114074560111564238?l=musingonthevibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/feeds/114074560111564238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10616423&amp;postID=114074560111564238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/114074560111564238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/114074560111564238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/2006/02/dream-2-22-06.html' title='Dream 2-22-06'/><author><name>Bijy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015704659668097451</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-10616423.post-113354625438873443</id><published>2005-12-02T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:57:34.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 12-2-05</title><content type='html'>In last night's dream, I remember rippin' and runnin' a lot, but I don't remember where I was headed.  The most significant thing that I remember was the presence of an old boyfriend, Dom.  We were catching up after not having seen each other for awhile.  He mentioned that I seemed to be really unavailable lately and I explained that there's a computer game (&lt;a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com"&gt;www.worldofwarcraft.com&lt;/a&gt;) that I like to play and that it's been taking up a lot of my time.  We continued to talk and then he started kissing me.  I remember feeling a little wierd about this because he's married with two children in actuality, but I also remember liking the kiss and wanting our interaction to go further.  I also remember thinking that his kiss wasn't the same one I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when you dream about someone in your life, it's usually not them you're dreaming about but, in fact, what they represent for you.  I'm wonder what Dom represents for me? He was my first boyfriend and cared about me deeply.  I think he cared for me more than I cared for him.  I remember feeling spoiled by him.  It did a lot for my self-esteem in college. Maybe, I long for that type of relationship with someone again. One where I'm spoiled and made to feel like the center of their universe.  But really though, what person doesn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10616423-113354625438873443?l=musingonthevibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/feeds/113354625438873443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10616423&amp;postID=113354625438873443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/113354625438873443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/113354625438873443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/2005/12/dream-12-2-05.html' title='Dream 12-2-05'/><author><name>Bijy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015704659668097451</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-10616423.post-113339393318628068</id><published>2005-11-30T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T15:38:53.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 11-28-05</title><content type='html'>I had this great dream on Sunday night/Monday morning.  I dreamt that I was at school (SFCM) practicing and Heather K. was there. We went into the Library and there was tons of food all over the place.  Lot's of pastries and chocolate.  At first I was alarmed because I'm on this strict elimination diet to figure out which foods I'm sensitive to, and there appeared to be nothing that I could eat.  But then I realized that this was a dream and I could eat whatever I want.  I also remember thinking, I'd better eat it here because I don't know when I'll be able to each chocolate again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10616423-113339393318628068?l=musingonthevibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/feeds/113339393318628068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10616423&amp;postID=113339393318628068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/113339393318628068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/113339393318628068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/2005/11/dream-11-28-05.html' title='Dream 11-28-05'/><author><name>Bijy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015704659668097451</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-10616423.post-112674783243663937</id><published>2005-09-14T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T18:30:32.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 9-14-05</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a minute but I've been keeping my dreams in my dream journal.  Since I can't get to it right now and want to write these down right quick, here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple nights ago, I had a dream about going to New Orleans.  Lots of my school friends from OU were there and I was staying above a diner near New Orleans.  I came down from my room and started to eat with some of my friends. I remember specifically that my old roomate KW was there.  I looked back down the lenght of the diner and saw my friend MJC sitting by himself.  He looked really alone by himself and upset.  I went over and sat down and talked with him for a few minutes.  As we talked, I remember looking out the window and seeing a fast food place that had been flooded but was now on dry land.  I remember hearing someone say that this diner had never closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I talked with MJC, we reminised and I found a little about how his family is doing.  Then, it was time to go back over to my other friends.  I gave him a hug and he clung to me and laid his head on me, like he really needed a shoulder to lean on.  I hugged him back and said something comforting to him (although I don't remember what), and went back to my friends at the other table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights before that, I had a dream in which I was in my bedroom and was looking at clothes in my closest with a childhood acquiantance, Anastasia.  I'm not sure why here, I hadn't seen or spoken her in many years until we ran into each other at the airport at home a few months ago.  While we were in my room, LQ looked in the door, motioned to her and said, "I need you (for a minute?), can you come in the other room."  She then leaves and goes into my second bedroom with him and they close the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to wonder how long they are going to be in there because I want to get to my computer sometime.  I then realize that I need to put on more clothes because I'm wearing my PJs.  I then start to pull clothes out of the closest and continue to debate how much time to give them because I dont' know what they're doing and how long to give them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10616423-112674783243663937?l=musingonthevibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/feeds/112674783243663937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10616423&amp;postID=112674783243663937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/112674783243663937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/112674783243663937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/2005/09/dream-9-14-05.html' title='Dream 9-14-05'/><author><name>Bijy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015704659668097451</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-10616423.post-111178476335439602</id><published>2005-03-25T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:06:03.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 3-25-05</title><content type='html'>I don't remember much about last night's dream except that it centered around being at an airport terminal.  By the end of the dream I did get on a plane and fly somewhere, but to where, who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10616423-111178476335439602?l=musingonthevibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/feeds/111178476335439602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10616423&amp;postID=111178476335439602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/111178476335439602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/111178476335439602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/2005/03/dream-3-25-05.html' title='Dream 3-25-05'/><author><name>Bijy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015704659668097451</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-10616423.post-111100620538933538</id><published>2005-03-16T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T12:50:05.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 3-15-05</title><content type='html'>Last night's dream was another on the topic of Cruise ships.  Recently I dreamt about going on another cruise with my cousin who's about to get married.  Well, in last night's dream I was on the ship about to leave harbor.  I was travelling with some other folk but decided that I needed some time to myself so struck out on my own to explore the ship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this place where I could get a present for signing up for something.  I think the present included Chocolate but I'm certain it included a book.  I also had a book of my own at the time.  I thought briefly that I needed to tell my travel partners about this but decided to do so after settling down to read.  The ship set sail and I sat looking at the waters ahead of use.  We came to a hill and the water dwindled to a trickle.  The ship climbed the hill and then headed down the trickle of water on the other side.  One of my books slid forward and fell off the ship.  I leaned over and picked it up, since there wasn't much water and the book landed on the dry land just beside the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another book fell (someone else's) and my second book fell.  Since my spot on the ship had already passed that point I asked the people behind me if they could pick up my book as they passed them.  They did and handed them up to me.  The weird thing about the ship at this point was that it seemed to curve in an S shape with the terrain as we came down the trickle of water into the ditch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10616423-111100620538933538?l=musingonthevibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/feeds/111100620538933538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10616423&amp;postID=111100620538933538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/111100620538933538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/111100620538933538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/2005/03/dream-3-15-05.html' title='Dream 3-15-05'/><author><name>Bijy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015704659668097451</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-10616423.post-111000438173686139</id><published>2005-03-04T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T22:33:01.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spa Day</title><content type='html'>Today I had a great time hanging out with my friend KD at a spa in Calistoga.  It was marvelous!  I've never had a mudbath or a massage before and I think I'm hooked.  The mud was a bit squishy and a little gross at first, but absolutely amazing once you relaxed into it.  If you're ever in Calistoga California, check out Golden Haven Spa.  Also, go by the Culinary Institute of America at Greystone in St. Helena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was a thoroughly relaxing day.  I find my mind drifting in a warm sulfur haze which is strange given, this day felt like a piece of heaven on earth, but warmth and sulfur didn't previously occupy any portion of my heaven.  Maybe I need to broaden my horizons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is to make this, at least, an annual thing, and try to get a few more people to come along next time.  Pampering oneself never felt so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10616423-111000438173686139?l=musingonthevibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/feeds/111000438173686139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10616423&amp;postID=111000438173686139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/111000438173686139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/111000438173686139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/2005/03/spa-day.html' title='Spa Day'/><author><name>Bijy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015704659668097451</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-10616423.post-110930467196981983</id><published>2005-02-18T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T20:11:11.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 2-18-05</title><content type='html'>Last nights dream included a stay at my parent's house. I remember being in a room like my old room there, only it had three walls with windows in them, and was very radiant with streaming sunlight (my old room only had two walls with windows and faced north -east so only got radiant sunlight first thing in the morning. Both of my brothers were in my dream, but Jared played a bigger role. By the end of the dream, I was staying Jared's old room. In the dream, Q had come home with me. We weren't dating or anything and I remember being conscious of trying to keep things simple between us because I knew he didn't want a relationship. Initially we had a meal together, I think but he spent a lot of time off, doing his own thing, like work on his art and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across two sculptures that he'd made at an art fair while I was on my way to someplace in Columbia. I was waiting in line at the intersection of Garners Ferry and the road that connects it to Beltline, just above BoJangles. This is the same place where I dreamed that Barrett and I were pulled over by the police many years ago. I was standing in line, waiting in traffic and decided to make a detour by walking through the art fair. When I asked Q about it later, he said he really liked the cup that he'd made. I didn't remember seeing a cup, just a blue, lighted bear sculpture with a multi-color (sparkling-fiber optic) rainbow over it's head and a hanging wall piece that reminded me of a clock. I remember thinking that the bear was adorable and considered buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the dream we were at my parent's house and he mentioned wanting to go out together. I suggested a movie and Jared kept saying that we should go see Ray. Q agreed and, although I'd already seen it (and said as much) I aquiesed to seeing it again. I remember thinking at the time that I wish Jared hadn't suggested that movie, because Q had latched on to it so firmly and I kinda wanted to see something else. So I went with Q downtown and I remember walking with him at one point. He held up his hand with elbow crooked to take my hand in a very noble gesture (as if we were a king and queen strolling down the way). I remember trying to change our hand positions to a more natural walking hand in hand position but he gently disengaged and presented his arm, so to speak, again. I remembered at that moment that he preferred this other way of holding hands, exclaimed, "Oh, I fogot", blushed slightly, and took his hand in a queenly poise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued down the walk and I vaguely remember having dinner together. I don't remember seeing the movie at all. The next day, it was time for both of us to go back to our respective homes. We were taking two seperate flights out, and mine was leaving significantly later than his. That morning, he came into my (Jared's old) room to wake me up before he left. I kinda wanted to continue to sleep but woke to see him off. He stepped out of the room and turned toward me. We were standing close to each other and he looked into my eyes and then we started to kiss. And my, what a kiss it was! He then pushed me back into the room and into the rocking chair and we started making out. I gently pushed him away and said "Don't you have to catch a plane?". He agreed and pulled away. He started to say goodbye again and I didn't want him to leave yet, so I begin to give him a back message. He protested, weakly, but relaxed as he lay face down on the floor with my hands on his back. I didn't message him for long because I knew he had to leave. After one more goodbye he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corner of the room was a large, old Christmass tree. It'd been there so long that spider some of the ornaments were caught up in spider webs. Jared started to take the tree down and disrupted the spider webs at the base of the tree. Mom came in as we were taking down the tree, which kept filling up with more ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Q had more interaction with my family in the dream but I can't remember what it was. At the end of the dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10616423-110930467196981983?l=musingonthevibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/feeds/110930467196981983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10616423&amp;postID=110930467196981983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/110930467196981983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/110930467196981983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/2005/02/dream-2-18-05.html' title='Dream 2-18-05'/><author><name>Bijy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015704659668097451</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-10616423.post-110749993983251011</id><published>2005-02-03T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:52:24.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickoff</title><content type='html'>OK, so my friend told me about this place and since I'm contemplating writing a book I thought, why not? So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10616423-110749993983251011?l=musingonthevibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/feeds/110749993983251011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10616423&amp;postID=110749993983251011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/110749993983251011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10616423/posts/default/110749993983251011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingonthevibe.blogspot.com/2005/02/kickoff.html' title='Kickoff'/><author><name>Bijy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015704659668097451</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-10616423.post-110930460392412382</id><published>2005-01-28T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T20:10:03.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 1-28-05</title><content type='html'>Last night in my dream I remember three distinct sections. In one of the sections, I was with someone, I think Aunt Hazel but it could have been someone else, and they were helping me move. I had some furniture (antique armchair, my highboy, and another piece) that they'd helped me move. I was moving into Grandma Florence's house for some reason. At first I tried out the room that first, Uncle Wayne, had had and later, Aunt Joyce had had. But the room was way too small and full of furniture. Then I tried the room across the hall and decided it was more comfortable because it was bigger, but I'd have to remove some of the items of furniture there so that mine would fit.&lt;br /&gt;The next section of the dream that I remember was being on a coast somewhere by the sea. I don't remember much about this section except that the coast was very ragged and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;The last section that I remember was again near water. I'd decided to go swimming (I think I was in Hawaii) and went to a place that I remembered seeing before and wanting to swim in. I had a rubber raft with me. When I got there, lots of people were in the churning sea with killer waves to my right. Some didn't even have rafts or surf boards. Some people looked like they were having lots of fun and I remember a black guy (in swimming trunks) standing near the water's edge in the shallower but still dangerous water. A few people had body suits on and were being tossed around by the waves. I heard a woman scream over the sound of the waves a little ways up, but didn't see here. The waves looked so fierce and the water so tumultuous, that I decided not to go in. In front of me was a cave water ride where you entered this cave and was sent whirling around inside the earth on a fast and furious ride. 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