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  <updated>2005-06-09T06:44:18Z</updated>
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    <title>some from chicago and back home</title>
    <published>2005-06-09T06:44:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-09T06:44:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In chicago on the first night I had heard about Mikes gf cheryl, but like her name was mentioned and that was about all.  Still enough for me to dream about though, I dreamt that I met her in this huge room, I was sitting to the left of the door when she walked in.  She was sort of hefty in my dream, with a weird colored hair- sort of dyed red, but sort of natural red/brown at the same time.  She was wearing "punk" type clothes and was really tall.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out in real life she is just tall and as skinny as a rail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I came home there were a bunch of tornados around here and that night I dreamt that I was in one.  I was in WalMart about to buy something at a check-out counter in the middle of a large section of store with a tall ceiling.  You could here the rain coming down and all of a sudden, right above the register area, a tornado ripped through the cieling and was IN the store.  Everyone ran to the back corner where they were trying to hold onto random poles and cords to keep from getting swept away.  The tornado would dissapate and then reform right after and come down through the hole in the ceiling again.  The builind got struck by lightening and the people holding on to the one pole or touching a certain wire all got electricuted- but not me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:madewinding:944</id>
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    <title>Here's an idea, update once a year</title>
    <published>2005-04-05T14:29:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-05T14:30:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was telling joe about my dream this morning, oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember the first half now, but I remember that I was with Joe and other friends like Diana and I left for a bit and was going to meet up with them again.  I was at this weird store and it felt like we were in florida or southern CALIFORNIA (I wrote texas the first time, but I didnt mean it at all, werid), lots of green plants, vines and such, lots of sun, and the store was like this little half open bungalow type building.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking around and the store had fish in it, you could buy lobster claws and the claws were actually alive- the part that you would expect to attach to the body had a little mouth and the body was big and fat and shaped like a shrimp.  I had the biggest claw-animal in my hand and didnt know where to put him, so I put him on the floor in a puddle with stuff in it thinking he could eat.  He turned into a bunch of ice cubes and melted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked outside into the sun and there were birds in a tree.  One of them was the Brat when she was molting into her adult feathers (gray with the black and white spots on her chest) she would whistle to me and Id whistle back.  Then I was thinking I should buy Joe some of those jalopeno snyders pretzles that he likes from the store, but then I was like "You dont have that much money, and he wont appreciate it anyway"  so I left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was that</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:madewinding:602</id>
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    <title>Dying birds :(</title>
    <published>2004-09-30T15:28:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-30T15:28:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ever since Avi died I keep having dreams that my birds are dead when I wake up.  A few nights ago I dreamed it was Sunshine.  Last night I dreamed it about Amaya.  This morning I almost had a heart attack when I couldnt see Alkali in the cage (he was hiding behind a toy).  Im in a perpetual state of worry.  It sucks :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the birdie dying dreams I usually have others.  Last night I dreamt that I was at some stop off the side of the road.  At first there were lots of puppies around.  One of them ran into the road and an old lady in white (like from danny darko) went to get him.  A car almost hit them and swerved off the road into a guard rail and the driver of another car starting swearing at her.  The puppies turned into pigs.  I had some gloves and some anitbiotic stuff.  One of the pigs had some skin problem and I had to put the antibiotic stuff on him.  Im pretty sure he talked to me and asked me to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago I had a dream about murder&lt;br /&gt;Someone was killed in this victorian house and it was someone I knew.  There were two police officers there and I was looking through the house because I had something to do with catching the killer(s).  I saw a stain on a pillow case from a popsicle with a stick and I remembered that Lenny had been killed and at his crime scene there was something to do with popsicles.  There was a small framed card on a bookshelf with a picture of someone and some missionary creed thing and then I knew that it was someone named Adam.  I went out to get the officers and told them I knew who did it and they came inside and joe was in there and probably diana and some other people.  Then Adam and a couple of his thugged out looking friends came in and asked us what we were doing and I confronted him.  He pulled out a gun and ordered us all upstairs- the cops did nothing- fuckers... anyway, so were upstairs and they go back down to destroy evidence or something and I climb out a window onto this turet dormer window type thing- hey it was a victorian.  I yelled to a neighbor to call 911 and the guys heard me downstairs.  I jumped off the thing into the yard and started to run and the guy said if i left the yard he'd kill joe so I stopped.  He said no one was allowed on the premisis and that I better becareful because there was a turtle coming in from the back.  I went to the back yard and picked the turtle up.  A guy with a gun came out and stood with me.  There was a cornfield beyond the yard and he pointed to a huge empty hole in it and said it was the pond the turtle came from, but he poured some chemical in it that evaporated all the water.  He then took out this canister with the chemical in it and poured it on the turtle and his shell melted off.  Then he threw the turtle into the field :(</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:madewinding:375</id>
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    <title>yesterday and today</title>
    <published>2004-07-30T14:45:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-30T14:45:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a dead journal one of these, but I figured it would be easier if i made it a livejournal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last night in vermont I dreamt that there was some sort of singing contest and it was my turn but I didnt know what to sing.  I couldnt think of a single song, but then I remembered that people would probably like the national anthem so I started and then forgot the words half way through.  I started over and then couldnt remember the second verse and then I started again and couldnt even remeber the second line.  I kept thinking "whats wrong with me, why cant I remember this?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night I had two dream types- first was very disturbing so Im glad its pretty fuzzy now.  All I can remember really was a bunch of people with guns trying to get me to do something and the later on the guy that was against me, I was trying to kill him, and somehow he turned into a bird and i was trying to kill the bird... it was weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second dream I forgot like 2 seconds ago, damnit&lt;br /&gt;diana was there with some other familiar people and there was a whole crowd and there.  Lots of people were paired up with each other to go do something, but I didnt have any one and I wanted to be paired up with some guy, his name started with a D, and there was some old man who was saying he'd never pair up with me, but me and the D guy were friends so I didnt see why he wouldnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I remembered these better :(</content>
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