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  <title>earthdog dream-a-rama</title>
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  <updated>2004-01-16T23:03:34Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:earthdogdreams:3026</id>
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    <title>Floating cars</title>
    <published>2004-01-16T23:03:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-16T23:03:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dreamt in San Jose 1.16.03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to buy a new car.  Someone gave me a New Beetle for free.  The problem was the car could not drive up or down hills.  The car would float up and down like a balloon.  I had to leave the car by the side of the road because I would not get it down the hill.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:earthdogdreams:2775</id>
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    <title>Vacation Dream 4</title>
    <published>2003-10-10T17:43:30Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-10T17:43:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Panther Cub Movie Intros - Dreamt at sea 10/2/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the one dream I was working for a TV Station/Department Store.  I was on air talent for the bumpers of commercial breaks.   Adam Saddler and I were going to do a bunch of little comic bits.  For the movie we were doing this week, they sent us live animals as props.  Among the live animals were a little panther cub and an octopus.  I thought this was crazy.  We did not know how to take care of these animals.  There was not even a tank for the octopus.   I looked around at the people I worked with, but they did not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Panther cub had jumped on my face.  I thought it was trying to hurt me and I screamed.  No one in the store would take it off my face.  I found out that the panther was just being playful.  It just wanted me to play back.  For the rest of the dream I carry the panther with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to the head of the station.  I walked outside the department store and right next door.  There was a brownstone right there.  That is where the offices where.  The brownstone had glass on the steps.  I had use my free hand to move the glass aside.  I only moved the glass from two steps and only used them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first three floors of the brownstone were the house of writer Anne Lamont.  She was there with her son Sam.  We talked about the Panther that I had on my had.  She told me that if no one was willing to help me, I had to make sure it got done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth floor of the brownstone was the offices of the head of the station.  I was surprised when they were willing to talk to me right away.  There was a meeting with four executives and me.  The head of the station was the guy who started T.G.I.Fridays restaurants.  He kept on talking about the thin line about being successful and a failure.  TGIFridays failed under his leadership and someone else had to take it over.  I kept on trying to steer the conversation to the animals, but they kept on talking about other things.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:earthdogdreams:2353</id>
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    <title>Vacation Dream 3</title>
    <published>2003-10-10T17:42:38Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-10T17:42:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Pro-Wrestling winning the Title Dreamt at sea -10/1/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream I was a pro wrestler.  In the dream I wrestled Rob Van Dam for the Intercontinental Title.  We were supposed to wrestle in a cage.  The cage had razor wire around it.  We both looked at each other like the promoter was crazy.  He was supposed to beat me.  As a protest to the razor wire we did a really short match and I won the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not have much of a character.  I knew that Vince McMahon was going to have me lose the title right away.  I knew I was not a very skilled wrestler, but I thought I could make a character people wanted to see.  I went to Vince and asked him to let me cut a couple of promos.  I wanted my character to be a lovable loser who had finally won a title.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince was willing to let me keep the title for a little while, but he did not like my idea.  He broke into his acting voice and told me that I needed swagger and attitude.  People did not really want to root for lovable losers.  they wanted to root for winners.  He said that would help me, but I had to jump at the chance.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:earthdogdreams:2206</id>
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    <title>Vacation Dream 2</title>
    <published>2003-10-10T17:40:39Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-10T17:40:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">High School Football - Dreamt at Wurzburg 9/27/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was back on the high school football team.  I knew I was too old to play, but they will still willing to let me suit up.  All of the kids who were bench warmers when I was actually in high school were the stars of the team in the dream.  I was not allow to play in the game because I kept on missing practices.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:earthdogdreams:1917</id>
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    <title>Vacation Dream 1</title>
    <published>2003-10-10T17:39:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-10T17:39:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ric Flair GI Joe - Dreamt on the train from Frankfurt to Prague 9/22/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I had a hugh collection of G.I. Joe figures.  It was an old collection from when they were first out in the 80s.  We had hundreds of them.  I wanted to get the Ric Flair G.I. Joe.  It was special because it had attachments for the legs.  We had our collection on display at a store.  At the store I opened up the Ric Flair figure and checked it out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store was attached to a small amusement park.  It was a park with miniature golf and bumper cars.  We had to protect the park from people who where trying to sabotage it.  It ended up that Triple H was the person trying to sabotage the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed the open package to the man at the counter.  He gave me a hard time about opening the package before paying for it.  I told him that he should trust me because my collection was on display there.  We fought about this for a long time.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:earthdogdreams:1789</id>
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    <title>Back to School</title>
    <published>2002-11-20T07:07:46Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-20T07:07:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dreamt 11/18/02 in San Jose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going back to Millersville to finish up my degree.  My plan was to take a four month vacation and go back full time for one semester.  I thought that was how much to finally finish up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there I ran into a woman I used to have a crush on.  She never left Lancaster.  There were a few weeks before classes started.  I started to hang out with this woman all the time.  We talked about how our lives had been since college.  We hung out at this train station that had been turned into a mall.  I thought it was sad that the trains no longer came there.  The stores where going to be shut down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was going through a really hard time.  I was the person that was there to listen to her all the time.  One night we decided to make love.  I knew that it was just a temporary thing.  It could never last.  I thought, "at least I will not be a virgin anymore."  We kept on hanging out after that.  We went back to the train station/mall.  The comic book store there was just giving things away at that point.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:earthdogdreams:1320</id>
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    <title>Rats in the tunnel</title>
    <published>2002-11-04T23:30:47Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-04T23:30:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dreamt 11/2/02 in San Jose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Eninem with the blond hair and the skinny body.  I had to crawl down this small tunnel.  The tunnel was the size where I had to crawl and I could not walk.  There was something very important at the end of the tunnel.  Someone was talking to me over a headset.  when I got halfway through the tunnel rats started to run through the tunnel.  They were running over my body.  I just started punching the rats.  The rats just started to break in parts when I hit them.  The person on the other side of the headphones was telling me to ignore the rats and get to the other end of the tunnel.  I just cannot move while the tunnel while the rats were in then</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:earthdogdreams:1146</id>
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    <title>Coconuts</title>
    <published>2002-09-05T06:45:46Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-05T06:45:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dreamt 09/03/2002 in San Jose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running down a road with a bunch of people.  Coconuts kept on being thrown at us.  The coconuts kept on exploding when they hit the ground.  We were so hungry and we did not have anything else to eat.  None of us knew how to get the meat out of the coconuts.  We ended up just licking them.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:earthdogdreams:913</id>
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    <title>Hangover Dreams</title>
    <published>2002-09-02T21:30:11Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-02T21:30:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dreamt 09/02/2002 in San Jose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dream One&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working in this dream.  Some serial killer was using company records to pick their next victim.  All of the people who died where clients of my company.  I had a lot of records that linked me to these people.  I knew that the cops would try to tie me to the killings if they found the records.  I had to get rid of them in such a way that the cops could not reconstruct them.  When I tried to use the shredder.  Whenever I put records in the shredder, more copies came out the copy machine.  The copies that were coming out of the machine where bound with even more pages.  I knew that I had to get rid of all these copies before the cops got to the office.  I knew they were already asking about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dream Two&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just finished up a scheme with a friend.  We had done something that had netted us a lot of cash.  We were looking to spend the money in such a way that the IRS would not notice.  I went to this computer/toy store.  The people in the store knew me.  I was causing a scene with all the money I was spending.  The manager knew I should not have that much money to spend.  There was a close relationship between the two of us.  He thought I was just throwing myself further into debt.  He wanted me to leave the store.  I decided to stay.  I kept on looking at the spider-man action figures.  I knew that would really upset the manager if I bought one.  There was nothing more worthless then an action figure for me to spend my money on.  I did not buy much more from that point.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left that store and went to another computer store.  Part of me wanted to take that money and buy the most powerful computer I could find.  The money was burning a whole in my pocket.  I looked around the computers, but none of them seemed to fill that need.  I thought I could always spend the money some place else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store was closing and I walked out to the parking log.  The parking lot was very empty.  I was walking toward my old Relent K.  The front driver side and passenger side windows had been smashed in.  I grabbed a kid walking buy and asked him if he knew what happened.  He pointed to two high schoolers, one on a skateboard and one an a bike.  He said they were bragging about it.  I started to yell at those kids.  I challanged them to take me on like a man.  I kept on staying things about them.  I saw the inside of my car.  They did not steal any of the things in it.  They were upset that I did not have better things in my car.  They came over to me ready to fight.  I had no idea how I was going to fight two of them at once, but I knew I had to do something.</content>
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    <title>Dream Icons</title>
    <published>2002-09-01T22:49:36Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-01T22:49:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My dreams have not been keeping hole when I wake up.  Lately I have only been able to remember the icons.  I know this will not add up to a dream, but I am starting to think the icons are almost as important.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt 9/01/02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Icons:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was traveling on the road in a van.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was in a catholic church with my Mother, one sister and one brother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was drinking wine and eating the host.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was caring for my brother Matthew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:earthdogdreams:414</id>
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    <title>Changing dreams</title>
    <published>2002-09-01T22:24:13Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-01T22:24:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have decided to start a new dream journal.  I wanted to use my &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_earthdog' lj:user='earthdog' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://earthdog.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://earthdog.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;earthdog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; account for other things, but I still wanted to keep a pure dream journal.  I hope this works out.</content>
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