<?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-13771054</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:57:44.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz...</title><subtitle type='html'>a blog containing the dreams that just sort of happen when im sleeping...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13771054.post-3300499391513258854</id><published>2008-10-29T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T04:05:06.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>car crash!</title><content type='html'>i was in a carcrash, but at the same time i was watching it! hard to explain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-3300499391513258854?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3300499391513258854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=3300499391513258854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/3300499391513258854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/3300499391513258854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2008/10/car-crash.html' title='car crash!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-4363842388792462006</id><published>2008-10-23T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:11:14.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liam is a vampire!</title><content type='html'>And he is also the goblin king who drives an audi TT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Hannah escapes when i am kidnapped. 2 children from Granton are also kidnapped (by a resident from the pleasance. When Hannah managed to escape she didn't go to get help. No, she went to the funfair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-4363842388792462006?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4363842388792462006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=4363842388792462006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/4363842388792462006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/4363842388792462006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2008/10/liam-is-vampire.html' title='Liam is a vampire!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-5461261144124639004</id><published>2008-08-09T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T03:41:11.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lots of dreams that i didnt talk about...</title><content type='html'>i wish i was better at remembering to write down my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres some snippits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i was attacked in a nightclub by a man with a knife. I had to sacrifice my hand to save my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...family trip to alton towers. Mum and Dad were not divorced and Steph did not exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Poppet can talk. He has an english accent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-5461261144124639004?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5461261144124639004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=5461261144124639004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/5461261144124639004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/5461261144124639004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2008/08/lots-of-dreams-that-i-didnt-talk-about.html' title='lots of dreams that i didnt talk about...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-2224011259666611437</id><published>2008-05-30T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T04:41:56.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is weird!</title><content type='html'>i have had a dream involving tom every night this week! in one of the dreams he was trying to contact me from africa because he was in trouble, so i went to africa and there were bombs going off all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i really hope he is ok actually!guess i will find out in 3 weeks if he does not return!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so weird though. My own brother has gone off to america for months! and my subconscious doesn't seem to be sparing him a thought! weeeeeird&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-2224011259666611437?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2224011259666611437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=2224011259666611437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/2224011259666611437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/2224011259666611437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-weird.html' title='this is weird!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-6787422571404527158</id><published>2008-04-23T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:59:21.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recent dreams</title><content type='html'>recently i have dreamed of food a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namely key lime pie (which is pretty awesome i guess...if you havn't ever had it i suggest you do....in fact il make you some if you ask me nicely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also have woken up with the same song in my head for quite a few days now (which is "for the pricew of a cup of tea")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also dreamed of living on a house which is floating in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably dreamed of you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to remember i have this blog...my dreams are really good sometimes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-6787422571404527158?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6787422571404527158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=6787422571404527158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/6787422571404527158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/6787422571404527158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/recent-dreams.html' title='recent dreams'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-6078499540940187551</id><published>2008-01-26T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T03:59:27.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>conversations with the dead</title><content type='html'>I had a conversation with My auntie (deceased) about the afterlife. Aparently my grandad didnt make it and my granny moved on form where my auntie was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams are weird lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom lived with us in a secret room next door to mine. He got in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell off a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my teeth fell out in the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that i had eaten chocolate and woke up feeling guilty that i had failed my diet for that day : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-6078499540940187551?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6078499540940187551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=6078499540940187551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/6078499540940187551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/6078499540940187551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2008/01/conversations-with-dead.html' title='conversations with the dead'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-7990893289361877728</id><published>2007-12-14T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T04:42:37.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>they are coming to get me!</title><content type='html'>aaaaah! scary dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started off with this girl phoning me by accideent trying to get through to her boyfriend gary, and she was convinced i was now wth gary and answering her phone and when she realised i wasnt she said she would like to make it up to me and would give me a gift. i told her this wasnt necessary but ended up agreeing to meet her at granton sally. however the next minute she turned up at my house and i got really annoyed that she wouldnt tell me how she knew where my house was. when i looked out the window there was this guy accross the street at another window looking at me through a telescope and she informed me not to be worried and it was micheal. and i looked round the street and there were lots of cars which had literally been ripped apart by something. hannah came in and said we had to go, so we went to the sally and it was full of these people and they had set up a forest inside the saly and were sowing leaves on to trees, they had children too but they all looked down all the time. we set up a meeting to discuss why the people had moved in and they said that it was what i wanted . my dad then stood up and made a speech about me and said it was not what i wanted and they would have to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poppet woke me up by scratching my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i posted the dream i was telling hannah about the other day. it was also weird and hannahs parents lived next dorr to toms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-7990893289361877728?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7990893289361877728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=7990893289361877728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/7990893289361877728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/7990893289361877728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/they-are-coming-to-get-me.html' title='they are coming to get me!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-6617066754238137736</id><published>2007-10-09T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T02:40:21.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah...i forgot about the other blogs!</title><content type='html'>its ashame i never update this blog, esp since i have been having the BEST dreams lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i have dreamed about my future children. in one of the dreams i had a 7 year old boy who managed to get himself stuck in a whole in the ground and i had to pull him out. not sure of his name. i also had a dream about Jessica and lilly. those of you who have ever talked to me about future kids names will know who they are. anyway in two dreams they ended up being twins! dont get me wrong, twins would be soooooo cute, but i wouldnt cope! 2 babies at once would kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other dreams i went to highschool with a non cartoon version of eric cartman and i nearly got expelled becasue of him! i snogged Gilly from hollyoaks, which was strange, and he wasn't that good, and i fell off a boat and was trapped underneath it for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in a nights work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-6617066754238137736?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6617066754238137736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=6617066754238137736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/6617066754238137736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/6617066754238137736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-yeahi-forgot-about-other-blogs.html' title='oh yeah...i forgot about the other blogs!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-8225523307341240420</id><published>2007-05-09T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T04:44:47.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop with the guns...its scary! / Action movie dream</title><content type='html'>attending a poltical rally in London the opposing parties took their debates to the next level and started killing off the supporters of the other parties. After dodging a few bullets i escaped out the back door but had to abandon my car and poppet to avoid bing spotted and killed. wandering around the streets i had no sence of direction and came across a crowd of people also trying to shoot eachother and a bullet went right infront of my facepassing infront of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to reach the centre of town and found some pople who i met previously. Spoke to the dad type figure and convinced him to take me back to rescue poppet. By this time we were in a base which was delhaig but still in London and we were hiding fugatives in all the garages. We went back to where the rally was held and it looked abandoned. Steph walked in first and this guy came out from behind a pillar grabed her. I told im we weren't looking for trouble we just came to get my dog. He said my dog wasn't here and that poppet was his dog. He called poppet and he went to him but looked over at me them bit him in the ankle and ran to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bolted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-8225523307341240420?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8225523307341240420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=8225523307341240420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/8225523307341240420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/8225523307341240420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2007/05/stop-with-gunsits-scary-action-movie.html' title='Stop with the guns...its scary! / Action movie dream'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-6071059838669515485</id><published>2007-04-04T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T04:22:23.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream was an eastenders episode!</title><content type='html'>im now not sure whats actually going on in walford and what was just a dream??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness for teleport replay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-6071059838669515485?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6071059838669515485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=6071059838669515485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/6071059838669515485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/6071059838669515485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-dream-was-eastenders-episode.html' title='my dream was an eastenders episode!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-1010619640739179486</id><published>2007-03-26T02:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T03:00:53.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know what my dream was about...</title><content type='html'>...but i woke up with the song "too many broken hearts" - Jason donavan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad start to the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-1010619640739179486?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1010619640739179486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=1010619640739179486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/1010619640739179486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/1010619640739179486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-know-what-my-dream-was-about.html' title='i dont know what my dream was about...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-6082959083545522632</id><published>2007-03-07T02:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T02:45:52.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trainspotting - Heroin Music Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/xHz_bdkMO8A' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/xHz_bdkMO8A'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched this yesterday then last night i had a dream that hannah gave me an injection of herion and i began to sink into the floor but then i realsied this was happening then it stpped and i got up and walked about as normal, but i kept looking at my eyes in the mirror and i was really paranoid everyone knew, then i saw hannah and she said noone realised, they just thought she was drunk and tired...then the vain in my arm was red an inflamed all the way up my arm and i was worried people would see it. i found the needle again and realised that i didnt know if it was clean or not, then i realised that i couldnt give blood anymore. Then i woke up in the dream and asked hannah if i was dreaming or having a bad trip, she said that it did happen but it would be ok, it would wear off soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i actually woke up...really confused! and feeling guilty : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im crazy...possibly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-6082959083545522632?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6082959083545522632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=6082959083545522632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/6082959083545522632'/><link rel='self' 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flying'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-5417044878914251540</id><published>2007-02-23T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T04:12:48.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>Trying to prevent steph getting involved with gangsters while making and eating an endless amount of toast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-5417044878914251540?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5417044878914251540/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>eeek</title><content type='html'>we were all in prison , a big group of us, i cant remember exactly who, kevin and tom were there, others also, anyway, yeah we were in a prison cell then this woman came and said we could be released and she gave me a bit of paper that said i had three points on my licence, but it didnt say why and she wouldnt tell me. she said i had to ask the men upstairs. i couldnt get there though. and i was stressing cos if i was to get another 3 points they would revoke my licence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-104825155879073674?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/104825155879073674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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tired and when i sleep im having nightmares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tooth broke off and to put a new one back on the gave me a jag to send me to sleep but it didnt work it only made my mouth swell up and i couldnt tell them it didnt work, i got up and walked around, soon my mouth worked and i told them it didnt work, they said they would just have to do it anyway, they told me they were going to break my jaw to make my tooth fit properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are rats in the flat! they dont even look like rats! they have chunky legs and no tales! but they are under the bath, the bath comes away from the wall and they run all around the place. 2 adults the rest are babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum needs to tell me a secret about antony, when she tries to tell me she cant, people keep coming in the room. she looks scared of antony.i ask where steph is and she puts her hand over my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i dont sleep enough i get migraines....i think&lt;div 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title='nightmares!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-116445783751704764</id><published>2006-11-25T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T04:30:37.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the flip side</title><content type='html'>was on holiday. my cousin david works as a barman. he speaks to me! he tells me that he is sad that we dont see each other enough and asked why i never spoke to him when i visited, and that he always felt that i didnt like him. Then his brother gavin comes along and tells me that they have always loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is significant becasue in the real world he does not speak to me at all, except accidently if i answer the phone at my aunties! i genuinly could not tell you what his voice sounds like)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-116445783751704764?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/116445783751704764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=116445783751704764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/116445783751704764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/116445783751704764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/11/flip-side.html' title='the flip side'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-116378986903851540</id><published>2006-11-17T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T10:57:49.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it made me mad</title><content type='html'>on a bus which nearly got to my bus stop but then did a u turn in the road and started driving the other way and he wouldnt stop even though i was shouting at him, he only stopped because someone else asked to get off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the kids carol service at gorgie but ross was there so i wanted to leave but he wouldnt let me, he asked me to come in to the band room and somehow managed to turn in to russell rook (what) who then kissed me a lot....thats was weird!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked away....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-116378986903851540?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/116378986903851540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=116378986903851540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/116378986903851540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/116378986903851540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-made-me-mad.html' title='it made me mad'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-116146811571303322</id><published>2006-10-21T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T15:01:55.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it was a nightmare! i want to save more lives!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7412/1027/1600/blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7412/1027/320/blood.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had  a dream that i had been given a blood transfusion which was administered through my belly button and i was really worried because that would mean that i couldnt donate blood anymore! i was also worried they had given me the wrong type ( im A-....thats rare you know, 3 % of the population or something like that) and then i was blowing the blood through a tube on to a train track, yeah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also robbie williams performed an outdoor live gig outside the refectory at heriots at roughly the same time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-116146811571303322?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/116146811571303322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=116146811571303322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/116146811571303322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/116146811571303322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-was-nightmare-i-want-to-save-more.html' title='it was a nightmare! i want to save more lives!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-115815032860347287</id><published>2006-09-13T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T05:25:28.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fancy drunk</title><content type='html'>um anneleen hannah and me were in armstrongs in the cowgate looking at dress up clothes. when we came out it was 7 pm and i realised i was 3 hours late for work :( i ran along the cowgate but wasnt really moving forward at all! i went in to sainsbury's (which doesnt exist in real life) to put credit on my phone but suddenly found that i was really drunk! the checkout woman asked me what my middle name was cos she didnt believe my card was mine. then pauline(person known from childhood) told me i should go home with her. i told her to shut up and left the shop. i woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-115815032860347287?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/115815032860347287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=115815032860347287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/115815032860347287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/115815032860347287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/09/fancy-drunk.html' title='fancy drunk'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-115756411130693464</id><published>2006-09-06T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:37:26.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet dreams</title><content type='html'>last night i had a nice dream!! it was a welcome change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was random, i was at a school concert and they asked for a volunteer to play drums so i volunteered and they picked me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt find the drum sticks, so i was just kinda hitting stuff and laughing about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ross says that girls cant play drums! whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-115756411130693464?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/115756411130693464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=115756411130693464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/115756411130693464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/115756411130693464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/09/sweet-dreams.html' title='sweet dreams'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-115722095077538910</id><published>2006-09-02T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T11:15:50.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to do...</title><content type='html'>...stop forgetting to write dreams on blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-115722095077538910?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/115722095077538910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=115722095077538910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/115722095077538910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/115722095077538910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-do.html' title='to do...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-115291008412521762</id><published>2006-07-14T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T13:48:04.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trust no-one</title><content type='html'>my mum is leading a cult religion called open mind and i try to speak to people about it but by the time i talk to them they have all been brain washed by it. all my friends and Steph and Ant. so the last person to feature is my dad. He comes in the door and i think that there is no point in even talking to him about it becasue im sure he will be brainwashed too. but he isnt, i tell him whats going on and he tells e that this happened once before and tells me to get in the car. i wait five minutes and he gets in and drives....i wake up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-115291008412521762?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/115291008412521762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=115291008412521762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/115291008412521762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/115291008412521762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/07/trust-no-one.html' title='trust no-one'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-115211699669394169</id><published>2006-07-05T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T09:29:56.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh sorry kat, is it your birthday?</title><content type='html'>Its Kats birthday in my dream and everyone else has gone to lots of effort to organise her a party and got her presents and made a big fuss. but i forgot. So i went to this really random shop with emily and was searching through all this stuff, but it was like a jumble sale and all the stuff was dirty (including the winnie the pooh stuffed toys) so i gave up and decided that we should head back or we would be late for the party. I tried to find emily but couldnt and i went to the bathroom which was quite nice for such a dirty shop*. Couldnt find emily anywhere in the shop so went outside to find her painting henna tatoo's on her arms and legs, i told her we needed to hurry to get back for the party but she told me we couldnt cos she had to wait for the henna to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and heres a sam secret....When i was little i used to wet the bed because i would dream that i was on the toilet and my brain thought i really was! (and there was also a sleepwalking incident when i pee'd in a cupboard which my mum will quite happily tell anyone at anytime to embarrass me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-115211699669394169?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/115211699669394169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=115211699669394169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/115211699669394169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/115211699669394169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-sorry-kat-is-it-your-birthday.html' title='Oh sorry kat, is it your birthday?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-115205682527658327</id><published>2006-07-04T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T16:47:05.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>harseem...the man who makes us sleep!</title><content type='html'>um, i wasnt going to write this up but ross insisted that i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream that there was a guy in the bible called harseem and he got shot. This caused him to go into a coma, he woke up though and the time in the coma helped him to heal. Before this noone ever slept, but the reason we now sleep is becasue of hat happened to harseem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(call it the 2nd fall of mankind!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-115205682527658327?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/115205682527658327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=115205682527658327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/115205682527658327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/115205682527658327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/07/harseemthe-man-who-makes-us-sleep.html' title='harseem...the man who makes us sleep!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-115080931485428916</id><published>2006-06-20T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T06:15:14.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think im paranoid</title><content type='html'>keep having dreams that ive woken up and left the house but realised that ive forgotten something...my phone, my bag, my i-pod got left on a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i went out , got on the bus realised that i still had my pajama's on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im geting quite forgetful in real life too, i left my phone at work twice last week! what is wrong with me! actually i think its some sort of chemical imbalance, in short, im going slowly mad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-115080931485428916?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/115080931485428916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=115080931485428916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/115080931485428916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/115080931485428916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-im-paranoid.html' title='i think im paranoid'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-114992832621695170</id><published>2006-06-10T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T01:32:06.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mind the poo!</title><content type='html'>Chloe and i go to the zoo. The giraffes are the size ot toward blocks and they talk to us, we run when they turn round cos we dont want them to poo on our heads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At another point im in my aunties house, my cousin has died his hair peroxide blonde and half of it has fallen out, his ears are sticking out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i get off a plane and meet my dad, who lives in another country. I go in to a pub with him and buy hot chocolate and a milky bar. He tells me about falling in love with a woman he hasn't seen for 15 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-114992832621695170?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/114992832621695170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=114992832621695170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114992832621695170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114992832621695170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/06/mind-poo.html' title='mind the poo!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-114959953288869766</id><published>2006-06-06T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T06:14:18.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone wears a mask...</title><content type='html'>Had a dream that i was at a fancy dress party. everyone was dressed as really strange things, a brick wall, a tree and someone was dressed as the inside of a bin. I dont know what my costume was, i dont think i was a fairy. i climbed the stairs, and that was about it, people were mingling, people i used to go to church with were there. not very exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-114959953288869766?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/114959953288869766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=114959953288869766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114959953288869766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114959953288869766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/06/everyone-wears-mask.html' title='everyone wears a mask...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-114932177313385656</id><published>2006-06-03T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T01:02:53.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmares...</title><content type='html'>The wind turbines attack with double edged razor sharp secret attachments and mum infomrms me that she is going to get married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-114932177313385656?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/114932177313385656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=114932177313385656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114932177313385656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114932177313385656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/06/nightmares.html' title='nightmares...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-114797933459318035</id><published>2006-05-18T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T12:08:54.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we have all the time in the world! unless...</title><content type='html'>...someone changes all the clocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i kept dreaming that i had woken up but that all my clocks were at different times, and i was worried because i didn't know which one was right, if any! very frustrating!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-114797933459318035?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/114797933459318035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=114797933459318035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114797933459318035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114797933459318035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-have-all-time-in-world-unless.html' title='we have all the time in the world! unless...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-114538587362256547</id><published>2006-04-18T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:44:33.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>extreme big brother!!</title><content type='html'>please note....this is weird and twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on holiday with han, tom ,emily, annelane, my boss alan and a random compare from a dodgy pub in tenerife (johnny g) we were in a holiday apartment. Before long we realised that there was a camera in the toilet, not the room, the actual toilet, not only that, but when anyone used it, the camera connected to the tv screen in the livingroom and everyonecould see it. So instead of using it people just randomly pee'd wherever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highly disgusting yes, im not quite sure if i should have shared, please dont judge me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-114538587362256547?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/114538587362256547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=114538587362256547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114538587362256547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114538587362256547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/04/extreme-big-brother.html' title='extreme big brother!!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-114511561560289625</id><published>2006-04-15T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T08:40:15.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perfectly illiterated dreams</title><content type='html'>yesterday when my auntie sheena woke me up i informed her "theres been a disaster, the deeds of delhaig have been destroyed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she informed me that they were in the bank and went off to get ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-114511561560289625?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/114511561560289625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=114511561560289625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114511561560289625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114511561560289625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/04/perfectly-illiterated-dreams.html' title='perfectly illiterated dreams'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-114477765423712619</id><published>2006-04-11T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T10:47:34.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A social Sub-continence</title><content type='html'>If ive ever met you...youve been in my dreams recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously busy dreams. Havn't had time to write about them all. Even been back to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead people too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying to have such fantastic dreams and be no-where near a computor to put them on my blog, i forget them you see : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note to self:i should maybe keep a notebook under my pillow, yeah, good idea)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-114477765423712619?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/114477765423712619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=114477765423712619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114477765423712619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114477765423712619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/04/social-sub-continence.html' title='A social Sub-continence'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-114337452108733399</id><published>2006-03-26T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T04:02:50.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oompa loompa!</title><content type='html'>Willy wonka (of the johnny depp variety) was in my dream last night. I had just run out of a house which was at the top of the street i used to live in when i was wee. and i turned round and he was standing at the front door. I was scared of him and started throwing mental sharp doll head things at him. Weird eh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-114337452108733399?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/114337452108733399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=114337452108733399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114337452108733399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114337452108733399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/03/oompa-loompa.html' title='oompa loompa!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-114253382614767628</id><published>2006-03-16T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:30:26.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>big brother</title><content type='html'>had a very cool dream last night. was picked to go on big brother. Turned up to a meeting to discover my brother, sister , boyfriend and other random people i knew where all on it too! then, instead of being in the big brother house we got on an airplane and ended up going on holiday, i dont know where we went it was warm tho. My granny was also on the plane. always nice when she pops up in my dreams. anyway we were set a task which involved going in a swimming pool with clothes on (random) i cant remember what we actually had to do or what the outcome was. woke up but was trying to go back to sleep to continue the dream. do you ever try and do that? it doesnt work tho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-114253382614767628?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/114253382614767628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=114253382614767628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114253382614767628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114253382614767628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/03/big-brother.html' title='big brother'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-114096419957826255</id><published>2006-02-26T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T06:29:59.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my alternative life...</title><content type='html'>my non waking life has been reasonably chaotic recently. Been spending quite a lot of time sleeping as a means of escape from reality. Some very pleasant peaceful dreams though, seriously, finding it hard not to get addicted! Wandering through gardens with bright flowers, having afternoon tea with my granny, built a sandcastle etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but also had a few nightmares, which were not so nice!! the worst one involved getting strangled by a guy who was kinda stalking me for a while, yeah that was not so nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-114096419957826255?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/114096419957826255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=114096419957826255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114096419957826255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/114096419957826255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-alternative-life.html' title='my alternative life...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-113989113588751192</id><published>2006-02-13T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:25:35.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vividness is very cool!</title><content type='html'>been having really vivid bizarro dreams. Was on a plane to canada. Except canada wasnt canada it was this weird island place and when we flew over the land the plain disappeared from around us and we were freefalling to the ground. I was attached to my mum. There were big trampolines that we were meant to land on but we were off course and landed on the ground, but without any sort of force and just wandered around to meet up with everyone. Tom got lost. He wasnt attached to anyone and got off course in the sky. I woke up before we found him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nights dream was also strange. About a big house, which at one point was on fire and i kept falling through the floor boards until i manage to get outside. Although when i did the house was restored to its perfect form. I was with this guy who im sure i dont know, he was just a random guy, maybe a saw him on telly once or something. Anyway he was trying to discover what was going on because the house had a secret. We went back in and ended up in a massive greenhouse type room with a huge fish pond....turned out that the fish pond was an illusion and now where the fish were the whole floor was covered in dvd cases and when we moved them we found files and under them there was a room, a library and an old woman was sitting in a chair. There was gold coins in various places and a little boy who had now replaces the random guy was putting gold coins in his pocket but the old woman kept staring at him. ...something exciting might have happened next if i didnt get a text message (in the real world) and wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-113989113588751192?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/113989113588751192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=113989113588751192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113989113588751192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113989113588751192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/02/vividness-is-very-cool.html' title='vividness is very cool!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-113897938171744072</id><published>2006-02-03T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:09:41.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>had a dream that i was in pain...</title><content type='html'>...only to wake up and discover that i really was. No fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-113897938171744072?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/113897938171744072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=113897938171744072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113897938171744072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113897938171744072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/02/had-dream-that-i-was-in-pain.html' title='had a dream that i was in pain...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-113836429811236359</id><published>2006-01-27T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T04:18:18.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a funny shaped bone</title><content type='html'>um, i was swimming and some kids jumped on me and i hit my head. My nose was broken and a tooth fell out. I had the tooth and a bone from my nose which was arrow shaped in my hand. Ross was driving me to the hospital in kevins car. He was also taking a resident from work to their new flat. The other people in the car changed every time i looked next to me. Jeanette then John then Mrs H. We were in glasgow. Didnt get to the hospital before i woke up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-113836429811236359?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/113836429811236359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=113836429811236359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113836429811236359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113836429811236359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/01/funny-shaped-bone.html' title='a funny shaped bone'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-113827233328696912</id><published>2006-01-26T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T02:45:33.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snipits again...catching up on some sleeping stories</title><content type='html'>...Tom as an old man, we were having a conversation but i could only hear the thoughts inside my head as i was trying to figure out who he was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a black and white movie type scene with the streets "dry your eyes mate" playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...playing golf, i cant remember who with, i was quite good too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-113827233328696912?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/113827233328696912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=113827233328696912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113827233328696912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113827233328696912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/01/snipits-againcatching-up-on-some.html' title='snipits again...catching up on some sleeping stories'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-113750166042039323</id><published>2006-01-17T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T04:41:00.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont worry im not an insomniac!</title><content type='html'>I have been sleeping ok, and dreaming ok, but i keep forgetting to blog them til they have left the front of my brain and i cant find them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night jane torval was teaching me to ice skate. i was quite good and i could do lots of exciting things. This woman carol who i met on holiday was also there. as my alarm was going off i was being complimented on my costume!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-113750166042039323?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/113750166042039323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=113750166042039323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113750166042039323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113750166042039323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-worry-im-not-insomniac.html' title='dont worry im not an insomniac!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13771054.post-113588136794892948</id><published>2005-12-29T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T10:36:07.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a nightmare on Wardieburn street(west)!</title><content type='html'>scared that my dreams may in some way be merging with reality! woke up this morning with a bleeding lip and a sore nose after a dream that my dad was hitting me, it was weird though cos i was antagonising him and saying go on hit me again i dont care. anyway this all happened while we were on holiday but loads of people from work were there too and kids from granton. i bought penny sweets at the duty free shop which was like a corner shop. and i could speak another language. I ended up being attached to the front of the plane. fire works were going off and when they exploded flagscame out of them. i caught an american flag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how i managed to get a burst lip i have no idea...is is safe to sleep anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-113588136794892948?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/113588136794892948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=113588136794892948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113588136794892948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113588136794892948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/12/nightmare-on-wardieburn-streetwest.html' title='a nightmare on Wardieburn street(west)!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-113529691968096184</id><published>2005-12-22T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T16:15:19.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the farm...</title><content type='html'>The sheep and goats were being transported round the farm. Hannah had a goat in the car, they wouldn't let me drive even though i told them i have had 5 lessons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-113529691968096184?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/113529691968096184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=113529691968096184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113529691968096184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113529691968096184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-on-farm.html' title='Life on the farm...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-113404731408890080</id><published>2005-12-08T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T05:08:34.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was just a dream!</title><content type='html'>...im having an affair with a married man!ive dreamt about it twice now! um...there is no way im saying who it is either! what is this all about?? eek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-113404731408890080?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/113404731408890080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=113404731408890080' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113404731408890080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113404731408890080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-was-just-dream.html' title='it was just a dream!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13771054.post-113334358128834235</id><published>2005-11-30T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:39:41.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardy loo!</title><content type='html'>well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i was mindlessly throwing books of a tall building...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-113334358128834235?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/113334358128834235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=113334358128834235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113334358128834235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113334358128834235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/11/gardy-loo.html' title='Gardy loo!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-113197893388505849</id><published>2005-11-14T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T06:35:33.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>did you know??</title><content type='html'>...that you can dream even if you only fall asleep for 5 minutes! i had two dreams in the car yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;the first was about my sister, i was about to swap her for something and then kevin woke me up and i was all confused and thought he was my sister! then i fell asleep again and had a dream that my hair was actually a wig and i took it off and i was actually bald : 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had a dream last night that there was a big flood and everyone was swimming around the streets. there was a high rise flat and the people were waving from the windows. i eventually reached my house and was about to climb through the window when i woke up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-113197893388505849?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/113197893388505849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=113197893388505849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113197893388505849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113197893388505849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/11/did-you-know.html' title='did you know??'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-113095159249924346</id><published>2005-11-02T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T09:13:12.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream snipits</title><content type='html'>...Janet in her salvation army uniform(incl hat), in an ice cream van, with no rasperry sauce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...me and antony last minute christmas shopping and then realising it was november.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...dad driving me somewhere in the car he had when i was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Kat introducing her new boyfriend to us, with a diffeent name than he has in reality, and he isnt her boyfriend in reality either actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-113095159249924346?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/113095159249924346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=113095159249924346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113095159249924346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/113095159249924346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/11/dream-snipits.html' title='dream snipits'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112973556581023677</id><published>2005-10-19T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T08:26:05.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>granny!</title><content type='html'>long time since she featured in my dreams, i do like it when she visits!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night we were on a bus in southport, only i was on my way to school? my sister was there too but she disappeared. my granny kept falling asleep on the bus. The driver went past our stop and i ended up yelling at him, then we got off and as i was walking down the street i was smoking, my granny asked me why and i said i didnt know and threw it away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school and was running around in a swinning costume with a rubber ring, which was covered in paint for an art project. I than got a row for being late and bursting my rubber ring...thats all i remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112973556581023677?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112973556581023677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112973556581023677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112973556581023677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112973556581023677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/10/granny.html' title='granny!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112876327106723717</id><published>2005-10-08T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T02:21:11.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>supermarkets!</title><content type='html'>have had 3 dreams about supermarkets this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in one i was just at the checkout and the stuff was being beeped and that was it, for ages!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in one i had a dodgy trolly and kept bumping into things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other one, i was shopping with han but we only had a budget of £10. And all the prices were so high that we couldn't afford anything at all! we were opening stuff in the shop and eating it as we went round!( actually, han does that in real life so thats not too bizare!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112876327106723717?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112876327106723717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112876327106723717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112876327106723717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112876327106723717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/10/supermarkets.html' title='supermarkets!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112816382385905583</id><published>2005-10-01T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T03:50:23.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am stupid really...</title><content type='html'>because i had loads of weird dreams on holiday but i cant remember them now cos i didnt write them down. Also been having starnge dreams about people changing into other people. last night my dad turned into my brother and kept switching back into my dad, was weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having similar dreams to that. Wonder what that means??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112816382385905583?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112816382385905583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112816382385905583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112816382385905583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112816382385905583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/10/am-stupid-really.html' title='am stupid really...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112688629711479118</id><published>2005-09-16T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:58:17.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>a few recently. Another music school festival with kat tripping over a flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another dream about myu teeth, they were wrired together to make them straight but i touched the wire and my tooth crumbles and fell out and i an away with no shoes on to my dad and he didnt care and i was crying becasue i llooked like a pirate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112688629711479118?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112688629711479118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112688629711479118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112688629711479118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112688629711479118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112636926010264489</id><published>2005-09-10T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T09:21:00.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just keep swimming, just keep swimming...</title><content type='html'>um, had a dream that i was swimming in a river but i got split up from the group just after we lost nemo. I gt carried round a bend by a strong current. I found Kat and gillian and we swam up to this giant inflatable thing that went up a wterfall and you had to climb up it. When i reached the top i realised that it was a sunday school being led by Garryl and Kevin, which then turned into an adventure holiday. And we had to go out and climb this mountain thing, but we were dragging ourselfs up by our arms and hannahs sister (not her real sister, this dream sister is someone i invented in my head i think) was pregnant and couldn't climb anymore so we left her lying on a ledge with a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and my duvet cover was no longer on my duvet and my sheet was half off my bed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112636926010264489?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112636926010264489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112636926010264489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112636926010264489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112636926010264489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-keep-swimming-just-keep-swimming.html' title='just keep swimming, just keep swimming...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112619650024706465</id><published>2005-09-08T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:21:40.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no dreams.</title><content type='html'>or at least since i wrote some down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couple of weird ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i auditioned for x-factor with some of my friends from school. Lou carri and me were singing and jax did a lovely dance to accompany us whist viv(?) looked terrified and did nothing.the song was" i can go the distance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night had a full on fight with the neighbour from next door! I won!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112619650024706465?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112619650024706465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112619650024706465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112619650024706465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112619650024706465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/09/long-time-no-dreams.html' title='Long time no dreams.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112538520914437355</id><published>2005-08-30T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:00:09.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby had babies!</title><content type='html'>basically thats what happened in the dream.my rabit baby had babies. This took place at my grannies house , she was there actually. Kevins dad was also there and he decided he wanted one. He asked me who the father was, i told him it was scruffy(which was a rabbit i had when i was 11ish, he died of a heart attack after the traumatising experience of being eyed up by a fox)and that was it really. The little babies were soooooo cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112538520914437355?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112538520914437355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112538520914437355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112538520914437355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112538520914437355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/08/baby-had-babies.html' title='baby had babies!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112512913920679605</id><published>2005-08-27T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T00:52:19.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not many dreams that i can remember...</title><content type='html'>....havn't been sleeping too well. Find that the only time i manage to properly get to sleep is just before my alarm goes off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vaugly remember having an argument with Kat in a dream, but all i recollect is her looking mad and saying no. Also there was some kind of random trip somewhere in the minibus and ali was driving but i went in kevins car and we are following the bus, except when i turn round ross is now driving and he turns off the road and i was getting scared cos i didn't know where we were going. Then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with this realllllly horrible cramp in my left calf muscle about 5 times in the last 2 nights....something is not right there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112512913920679605?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112512913920679605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112512913920679605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112512913920679605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112512913920679605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-many-dreams-that-i-can-remember.html' title='not many dreams that i can remember...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112481456712507015</id><published>2005-08-23T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T09:29:27.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soap opera dreams!</title><content type='html'>is it possible to actually have like a sitcom type thing with your dreams. I seem to be having that. Obviously my dreams normally have me in them but for the past couple of nights my dreams have almost followed a storyline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are all aout being at work! its like a crap not really funny version of the office! bizarre things happen though. For example, last night the cook and the kitchen porter were in the bathroom washing all the dishes. They informed me that this was because the sink in the kitchen wasn't working.  I also managed to break the photocopier but thats normal enough, it wasnt like broken-broken, its just that every time i tried to photocopy something a blank piece of paper would come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also had a very nice snog! (yip as well as everything else its got romance too) im not saying who with...but it was lovely!! it wasn't a full on snog, just lots of lovely little kisses. mmm, its nice when dreams are nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112481456712507015?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112481456712507015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112481456712507015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112481456712507015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112481456712507015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/08/soap-opera-dreams.html' title='soap opera dreams!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112461618179930464</id><published>2005-08-21T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T09:33:13.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when dreams mearge into reality...</title><content type='html'>ever get that de ja vous feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream last night that i was at work. Now i am at work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it has to be said that dream work was a lot more interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112461618179930464?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112461618179930464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112461618179930464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112461618179930464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112461618179930464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-dreams-mearge-into-reality.html' title='when dreams mearge into reality...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112446857286360245</id><published>2005-08-19T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T09:22:52.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream involving my dead grandmother...</title><content type='html'>havn't had a dream involving granny for a while, the last one was when i worked in an old peoples home and i had gone to work (in my dream) and my granny was in one of the lounges and she told me that they had given her a new identity and that she hadn't died of cancer and they had done some tests on her which cured it but they couldn't tell anyone yet. That was freaky cos i woke up and was like ...hmmm...maybe she isnt dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway last nights dream about her. to cut a long stort short antony and me moved into a flat in delhaig but this place lokked nothing like delhaig and we were given a list of things to report i.e screeching noises, radiation from the mirror and the smell of smoke(cant remember the rest). stephanie appeared by this point and she was sleeping but i could see what she was dreaming, she was being dragged in and out of a mirror by my granny and it was all green and weird. so i went through to get antony and he has just woken up from a nightmare and is shoutinmg at me not to let him go back to sleep. so we all go to the other room and sit on my bed, my granny walks in and sits down. I asked her why she was dragging steph in and out the mirror and she said that Steph was always nice to her face but horrible about her behind her back. then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a dream abut my grandad's friend rab too. He had a bunch of photo's of us as babies and growing up and kept showing me them at a bus stop. Them this big dinosaur thing comes down the street and everyone is running away and hannah and i go down this staircase which leads to a door that we open and the dinosaur thing has just passed and its sooking all these people up and then we see the back and its like a float from a parade and all the people are waving! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112446857286360245?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112446857286360245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112446857286360245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112446857286360245'/><link 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curtain when we were singing. and it was awful, we were singing we preach christ only the verse wasnt actaully from that song at all and it was terrible, people were coming in at the wrong time and out of tune and for some reason the alto's had capes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finished singing and kat walked on to the stage and said , its ok, people are saying its rubbish anyway so just enjoy it, then she walked over and said the same thing to the band and then i went out and came back in again with chocolate but dropped it on the floor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112421626510062946?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112421626510062946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112421626510062946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112421626510062946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112421626510062946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/08/music-school-festival.html' title='a music school festival...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112401123287090465</id><published>2005-08-14T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T02:25:34.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>discombobulation!!</title><content type='html'>i have no idea how its spelled but last night my dream was about discombobulation. in my dream discombobulation was a process which involved separating a fossil from stone and putting it in boiling water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point...i dont know&lt;br /&gt;my sanity...diminishing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112401123287090465?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112401123287090465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112401123287090465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112401123287090465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112401123287090465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/08/discombobulation.html' title='discombobulation!!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112392789909803598</id><published>2005-08-13T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T03:11:39.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have no time for dreaming!!</title><content type='html'>this week has been hectic... i have felt my dreamlife suffering as a result of truly crap sleep!!! can remember snippets about cleaning the stairs in our block of flats and then arranging a neighbours meeting, but the people i arranged it with werent even our neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive been having those weird annoying drems again whiich make me slightly crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;they are horrid!!! il just be stirring something and thats is it for a long time, what kind of a dream is that. Was also separating eggs in one dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like in real life when you are givin a boring repetative task to do and it makes you cranky, but you feel like you have been working in your sleep and cheated in some way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really tired at the moment!!!! i want my dreams back!!!!could have done with catching up on music school sleep before doing a mission week straight after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112392789909803598?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112392789909803598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112392789909803598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112392789909803598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112392789909803598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/08/have-no-time-for-dreaming.html' title='have no time for dreaming!!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112341915602858650</id><published>2005-08-07T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T03:05:26.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um...</title><content type='html'>can only remember one dream from when i was away this week. I had a baby who turned into a toddler in like one minute! she had blonde curly hair and my face. weird eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112341915602858650?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112341915602858650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112341915602858650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112341915602858650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112341915602858650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/08/um.html' title='um...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112246337151226007</id><published>2005-07-27T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T04:22:51.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hannah are you actaully leaving?</title><content type='html'>is the first thing i asked han this morning. Had another dream that hannah left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went on a road trip type thing to northhampton, but my mums family where there and it wasnt hannahs parents house, only her dad was there. we had to walk to berwick on the way home to catch a train to edinburgh. then i got lost and ended up walking through ths massive feild for a long long time, and i was crying! then met adam and ross in the feild, but they didnt know me. and i asked them where we were but they wouldnt tell me, they just kept asking me where i was going. Then i ran away from them and ran for ages but i tripped up on something and did that thing where you wake up with a bump as though you just landed in your bed! very odd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112246337151226007?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112246337151226007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112246337151226007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112246337151226007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112246337151226007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/07/hannah-are-you-actaully-leaving.html' title='hannah are you actaully leaving?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112198390870431140</id><published>2005-07-21T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T15:11:48.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to catch up on a few dreams that i cant remeber much of...</title><content type='html'>kathryn and kevin got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie oliver made me a sandwich with the end bits of the bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something about a phonebox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having a few of those waking with a jump dreams...hate those!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112198390870431140?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112198390870431140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112198390870431140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112198390870431140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112198390870431140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-catch-up-on-few-dreams-that-i-cant.html' title='to catch up on a few dreams that i cant remeber much of...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112116948402755437</id><published>2005-07-12T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T04:58:04.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 strange dreams last night!</title><content type='html'>first dream was that i was at junior camp although it was christmas time and out side a bunch of houses ther were loads of selection boxes. i was sent to find sweetie wrappers for a task we were doing which was decorating easter eggs to look like people. Get back and sit next to james but he asks to swap seats with me because he doesnt want to hug me when i get upset. &lt;br /&gt;then i find out from hannah that she is moving out after she gets back from camp. so i wake up nd hannah actaully is at junior camp although its not christmas, and it takes me literally 15 minutes to work out whether or not she is actaully staying here after or not....which was a strange feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had another dream that i was at work with adam and lynn, but lynn disappeared upstairs to wash some bedding in the bath ?? and one of the residents shouted at me for not opening his room when he asked me t do it, and when i asked when he asked he said it was the other day, he then said maybe it wasnt you , i asked if he wanted his room open now and he said that he had his own key and walked away? Adam was writing with his left hand just to see if he could. Then ross came in the front door and introduced his new girlfriend to us (who i think was kt tunstall but was called fiona) and he introduced her to lorna who was cleaning reception but he called lorna liz, and i said that her name was lorna and he said oh well. then fiona left and lynn comes back down the stairs with this duvet cover that she has been washing which looks like a big brother duvet cover and asks us where she should hang it to dry...then i woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112116948402755437?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112116948402755437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112116948402755437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112116948402755437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112116948402755437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/07/2-strange-dreams-last-night.html' title='2 strange dreams last night!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112092700387043131</id><published>2005-07-09T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T09:36:43.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recurring dreams...</title><content type='html'>keep having a dream that im on a train looking out the window at trees...like a big forest. But i never seem to be going anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112092700387043131?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112092700387043131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112092700387043131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112092700387043131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112092700387043131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/07/recurring-dreams.html' title='recurring dreams...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-112031407188617247</id><published>2005-07-02T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T07:21:11.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not been dreaming much...</title><content type='html'>but i did have a dream the other night that i was following some gardeners who where going to a mansion and there was a wee river which had all these staues in it. The female gardener kept picking test tubes out of the water. I fell in the water and there was a baby crocodile, but it was actually more like a turtle with sharp teeth. when i wasnt in the water any more i went to the ice cream van and got a chocolate icream and gave the woman a pound coin but she gave me change of a twenty pound note and i realised this but just walked away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-112031407188617247?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/112031407188617247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=112031407188617247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112031407188617247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/112031407188617247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/07/not-been-dreaming-much.html' title='not been dreaming much...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-111953491849757341</id><published>2005-06-23T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T06:55:18.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from what i can remember...</title><content type='html'>last nights dream started of at a brass band concert, and naomi was playing in the band and kevin and i walked on the the stage when they were playing the national anthem? then we went in a car and Sharon (bell) was there. we appeared to be in a hot country! and later i was walking across a bridge with sharon and chris kelly. see an outdoor ice rink skate board tpye thing and this guy who has cut his heels and there is blood all over the ice and we went back to this hotel place which is where this conference was taking place and went in to a theatre type place, abdel (why????) (see previous wedding dream) appears and askes me to marry him and i kiss him and run away only to be met by ice skater man again who asks me to lead a group of young people in the theatre about why christians dont belive in sex before marraige, actually it wasnt even christians in general it was catholics. The children werent really interested though and kept asking me when they were getting there fire brigage badges?? anyway after that ended up wandering down lots of matching corridors with different kinds of flowers in each one until i found the right corridor where there was a blond haired girl that was eating milions of easter eggs. went back to the theatre and antony was dismantelling the whole place and asking some other guy to melt things. My dad was there and he was mean to me. And steph was also there by this point and talking to another grl about how dad is always shouting at me but he's ok with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-111953491849757341?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/111953491849757341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=111953491849757341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/111953491849757341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/111953491849757341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/06/from-what-i-can-remember.html' title='from what i can remember...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-111939968825865132</id><published>2005-06-22T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T17:21:48.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few crazy dreams from a wee while ago.</title><content type='html'>the spider dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a weird spider dream! it was also about my fmily and the photos on the wall were little video clips of arguments. The spiders were all over the floor(this was at delhaig -grandads house) we assumed there must be a nest. then we went down to number 3 delhaig - where we lived when i was very young and where my grandma lived when i was about 4, and there were tonnes of spiders there to. and one of the spiders killed another one by stabbing it with its 2 front legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stabbing dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got stabbed in the neck at work beside the fire alarm and when i pressed it, it didnt make a noise because it wasnt set right. I escaped because the stabber ran away becasue he was scared of ross who was in the dinning room and was as tall as the ceiling. But noone who was at work actaully cared that i had been stabbed and they made me go into a meeting even though my head was bleeding. Then i was at a salvation army conference wearing a mans uniform that belonged to antony and i had a shaved head. I ended up going on a train and my sistor and i were actually on the top of the train holding on to the side as it was going through mountains. there was also a bit in the dream where there were people playing a playstation game called the rainbow room which was like a virtual reality thing and when u played it you went flying through these tunnels which were filled with glitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odd couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um i had a dream that i was getting married to this guy called abdel, and i was wearing a jogging suit, my friend sharon was my bridesmaid, also wearing a jogging suit.There was karaoke as part of the service, but i didnt actaully want to get married and was only doing it to make ross jealous and kept expecting him to turn up but he was working. anyway i woke up befor ei got married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another dream involving ross??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream that i went on holiday with ross and he dropped my suitcase in the swimming pool and all my stuff ended up in the water, i was mad and pushed him in and he couldnt swim very well which i found amusing, there was then another bit when i had a piano lesson and was in the lift at work with my friend louisa but it was turning round and round and eventually when the doors opened it was on a street behind a school where alison hudson was a primary school teacher instead of a minister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these are just a few from current diary (volume12) so i will maybe look through the other ones for some dreams from a while ago but then again that involves energy. I might only do that if i dont have any new exciting dreams for a while. Was trying to remember last nights dream actaully but i can only remember it involved me going on a cruise with alastair and him losing his job because he spent the granton budget on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-111939968825865132?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/111939968825865132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=111939968825865132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/111939968825865132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/111939968825865132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/06/few-crazy-dreams-from-wee-while-ago.html' title='a few crazy dreams from a wee while ago.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</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-13771054.post-111917806931187586</id><published>2005-06-19T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T03:47:49.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last night...(she said)</title><content type='html'>um,im still going to write some of the previous mental freak dreams but thought i would mention a bit of my dream that i remembered from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for whatever reason my boss lynda was selling shoes to chris(the weekend cleaner) and this seemed quite odd, then i realsied that they were my shoes! all my shoes!i obv wasnt happy and didnt let her sell them to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it, not v exciting in comparison to some of my mental dreams and not even a talking mouse called murphy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13771054-111917806931187586?l=sleepingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/111917806931187586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13771054&amp;postID=111917806931187586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/111917806931187586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13771054/posts/default/111917806931187586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepingstories.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-nightshe-said.html' title='last night...(she said)'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17938202747196121318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
