<?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-3805039</id><updated>2012-01-24T13:02:35.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream (B)log</title><subtitle type='html'>*snore*  SQUEAK!  *snore*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-3714413736479232854</id><published>2011-12-20T11:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T11:07:05.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My dream last night felt amazingly real, and was inspired by the movie Never Let Me Go.

As the dream started off, I think I was a newcomer in a colony of people who were all about my age.  Everyone felt familiar, like I'd known them for years, and yet each new person that came still brought a thrill of new experiences with them.  We all became close within hours of meeting one another because we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3714413736479232854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=3714413736479232854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/3714413736479232854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/3714413736479232854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-dream-last-night-felt-amazingly-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-8391630524261954044</id><published>2011-12-16T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T13:34:37.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>December 15th, 2011:  I had a dream last night that I had a long blonde wig on and was trying to get it styled right using a brush and techniques I learned by watching Jana Giboney (basically physical assault). Then I realized it was a wig, took it off, and my own hair was also out of control. It was practically a mullet!

December 11th, 2011:  Last night I dreamed that I was visiting Reading, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8391630524261954044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=8391630524261954044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/8391630524261954044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/8391630524261954044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-15th-2011-i-had-dream-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-5498161383037220091</id><published>2011-04-15T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T13:57:41.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend I am house and dog sitting for my friend and coworker Cortney.  There are 5 dogs (3 little yappy dogs, 1 big old Weimeraner, and 1 older dog, who sleeps in the bed with me).  I went to bed early last night, and woke up at 3:30 absolutely sure I could hear one of the dogs peeing on the floor.  I jumped up, yelled, "NO!", and quickly took the dogs outside to go to the bathroom.  When I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5498161383037220091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=5498161383037220091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/5498161383037220091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/5498161383037220091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-weekend-i-am-house-and-dog-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-1004096462388586141</id><published>2011-03-08T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T12:08:02.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I was driving home from a trip.  The scenery was California-y (can you say, "hills"?), but I was excited because I was heading to see my Michigan friends.  I saw a fast food restaurant at which I wanted to eat, but it was late at night so I was unsure if they were open.  I pulled into the parking lot, and it seemed that their drive-thru was open, though the dine-in area was closed.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1004096462388586141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=1004096462388586141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/1004096462388586141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/1004096462388586141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-night-i-was-driving-home-from-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-8185172827178959318</id><published>2010-02-18T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:56:05.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because of the game Bully, I dreamed that I had left my bike at the mall.  I took my truck to the mall to go pick it up, but the mall had just closed.  I sweettalked the ladies just inside the door to let me come in and get my bike.  While I was in there I thought maybe I owed it to the lady who ran the kiosk bookstore to buy something, so I asked if she had anything new by Stephanie Meyer (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8185172827178959318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=8185172827178959318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/8185172827178959318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/8185172827178959318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-of-game-bully-i-dreamed-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-9165593500327218965</id><published>2010-02-14T11:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:32:06.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Band Room
I found myself back home during Homecoming weekend (interesting how that happens sometimes).  I was hanging out at my High School in the band room with some of the people in my grade such as Larry, Aaron, and I think Donna.  We were just hanging out and talking over in the Clarinet section.

2. Hotel Room
We got into our hotel room for our Spring Leadership conference.  There was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9165593500327218965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=9165593500327218965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/9165593500327218965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/9165593500327218965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2010/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-9172738034528592292</id><published>2010-01-03T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T09:35:35.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After the first storyline that took place last night, I hoped that it would continue throughout the night when I fell back to sleep.  I was granted that wish!  I fell asleep and had three separate but connected dreams last night.  The last one took less than 15 minutes, because I remember looking at the clock just before I feel back to sleep and then again when I woke.

1.  I was in Washington </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9172738034528592292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=9172738034528592292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/9172738034528592292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/9172738034528592292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-first-storyline-that-took-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-4454839514182914989</id><published>2009-12-09T06:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T06:59:15.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There was a fleet phone team.
Brandon hanging out with me and returning a borrowed belt.
Diane trying to find a good place to get some work done.
A dog that wouldn't step on a giant paper plate to get some leftover meat.
A raccoon that went for said meat, but was scratching at the ground like a cat does to cover its poop.
The decision to have a holiday expo instead of going out to celebrate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4454839514182914989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=4454839514182914989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/4454839514182914989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/4454839514182914989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-was-fleet-phone-team.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-1068484522360478702</id><published>2009-12-03T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T07:25:02.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I was envisioning that it was my last day of "subbing" for a job with a paper company.  No doubt this has to do with the fact that I've been substitute teaching and I guess the fact that I like the show The Office?  

Anyway, it was the last day, and I had become really good friends with nearly everyone in that office and we were all sad I would be going.  We tried to make it a fun day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1068484522360478702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=1068484522360478702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/1068484522360478702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/1068484522360478702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-night-i-was-envisioning-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-8148042841999850030</id><published>2009-10-30T07:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:59:51.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was either Lee Adama from BSG or Jack from LOST just before I woke up, and Cara Thrace was laying on a makeshift island bed clutching some sort of computer hard drive.  She was asleep and clearly sick.  She had a thermometer in her mouth and was also foaming from the mouth.  My concern for her was overwhelming.  When she woke up for a brief few seconds, her eyes went wide with fear and she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8148042841999850030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=8148042841999850030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/8148042841999850030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/8148042841999850030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-either-lee-adama-from-bsg-or-jack.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-439599890368873848</id><published>2009-10-22T20:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:35:25.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just woke from a very vivid dream in which I was once again working for MPI Research, but in a management position. I was in what we referred to as a "Think-tank meeting," one which could result in drastic changes at MPI. Leading this meeting was a very intense, slightly older (late 30s?) blonde woman who I knew had recently lost a pregnancy and was a bit emotionally erratic. She was a no-BS </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/439599890368873848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=439599890368873848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/439599890368873848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/439599890368873848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-woke-from-very-vivid-dream-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-4511840124397581494</id><published>2009-10-08T12:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:26:51.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night's dream featured characters from Lost!A number of us were hanging out in the water at the beach, and the camera angle made it seem like we were still on the island, but then the camera pulled out and you could see we were actually just at the beach near a big city.  Then we went grocery shopping, and Jack told Kate, Sawyer, and me (I was Hurley, boo) that we had to go back to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4511840124397581494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=4511840124397581494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/4511840124397581494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/4511840124397581494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-nights-dream-featured-characters.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-1392713760630487830</id><published>2009-10-06T13:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:02:01.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, there were three parts to my dream, but I can only recall the last two parts.II.  Like I was/am doing in real life, I was visiting a school to observe some teachers.  But somehow, while I was observing classes, I got involved in a boxing tournament taking place right there in the classroom.  I won my first few fights, but just barely.  I was coming up against a difficult opponent when</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1392713760630487830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=1392713760630487830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/1392713760630487830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/1392713760630487830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-night-there-were-three-parts-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-722091673470692238</id><published>2009-09-23T15:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:18:34.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I sleep-freaked out last night.I was having a dream that there was someone outside the door of my room.  My dad was in my room by my closet door, and we were preparing to work together to defend against the invader.  But then I realized that my dad was about to turn on me and my lightsaber was trapped somewhere in my sheets, so I grabbed my covers and sheets and ripped them up off my bed, shaking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/722091673470692238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=722091673470692238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/722091673470692238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/722091673470692238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-sleep-freaked-out-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-8790515636512992544</id><published>2009-09-22T09:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:23:02.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In last night's dream, I was visiting a middle or high school (interestingly enough, I'll be doing that tomorrow).  I kept getting confused about whether or not I was a student there.  During a break, about 7 other people and I played an interesting game, and this is how it worked:  There were two spires in the room, each about 3 feet high and placed on a desk.  Each player opened up a program on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8790515636512992544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=8790515636512992544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/8790515636512992544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/8790515636512992544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-last-nights-dream-i-was-visiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-1210096369995092106</id><published>2009-07-31T09:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:21:21.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night we were moving into a new, bigger, apartment located somewhere other than here.  I think I was in training for something, perhaps a job, and had to move to be closer for it.  The new apartment was nice and spacious with a very decent kitchen (yay!).  I think Lindsy and Andrew Hare came to move in with us.  Perhaps a few others did, too.  Kelly and Mike came over and were sharing their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1210096369995092106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=1210096369995092106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/1210096369995092106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/1210096369995092106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-night-we-were-moving-into-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-6878233692645771674</id><published>2009-07-25T09:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:45:39.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't really remember what I dreamed last night, but I certainly did some sleepwalking.  When I turned on my computer monitor a new Firefox window was open, and I could remember getting up last night and thinking someone was here that needed to use my computer, so I opened up that window for them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6878233692645771674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=6878233692645771674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/6878233692645771674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/6878233692645771674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-really-remember-what-i-dreamed.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-5859404305671918294</id><published>2009-07-10T06:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:05:42.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've had some strange and violent dreams the past two nights.Last night I was some sort of X-men type superhero who was somehow caught along with a female compatriot.  They did some sort of torture on us for a while, then threw us faaaar down below the house where we were being kept into an icy subterranean cavern, where another of our heroes (I think beast) was being kept.  They had put us in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5859404305671918294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=5859404305671918294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/5859404305671918294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/5859404305671918294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-had-some-strange-and-violent-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-8093638139190354029</id><published>2009-05-26T01:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:42:01.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think it began as one epidemic, which later was met with another one.The earliest part I can remember is seeing a youngish boy, perhaps 9-11, with an iPod playing and looking mighty nervous, as if he was attempting to avoid some sort of consequence for a wrongdoing he'd done.  He was outside a doorway in an alley next to a black human cutout silhouette.  He put his head next to that of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8093638139190354029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=8093638139190354029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/8093638139190354029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/8093638139190354029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-it-began-as-one-epidemic-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-907668593350167677</id><published>2009-05-11T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:15:58.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dreamed last night that I was a member of the office, and when Pam broke up with Jim, I was the faithful friend there to console and listen to him and keep him from making rash decisions (like selling his house).  I also went with Pam to her house to help her prepare to get Jim back.  She lived in an apartment with 2-3 roommates.  I took out her trash.It made me feel really good, and I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/907668593350167677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=907668593350167677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/907668593350167677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/907668593350167677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dreamed-last-night-that-i-was-member.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-1265287137166318609</id><published>2009-03-19T09:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:01:31.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two dreams:1) I was at a public pool with a bunch of people and I kept trying to jump into an inch of water on the side of the pool.  I ended up in front of my mom, who was standing around with some other ladies near the pool.  A friend of mine texted me regarding his concerns about sexuality, but I wasn't completely sure what he was asking.2)Then I was following someone who was going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1265287137166318609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=1265287137166318609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/1265287137166318609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/1265287137166318609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-dreams-1-i-was-at-public-pool-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-1990136214361429499</id><published>2009-03-10T08:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:53:23.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a dream that we were doing the Hoekstra wedding.  All of my friends were standing up front with music stands in front of them and were going to be playing a part in the service.  I had printed off small cards with all our lines on them, but when the service started, mine and Laura's were gone.  I ran over to the person in charge (I think it was Mrs. Wiltse, my bell choir director) and there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1990136214361429499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=1990136214361429499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/1990136214361429499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/1990136214361429499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-dream-that-we-were-doing-hoekstra.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-5493597700485696014</id><published>2009-02-18T08:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:41:35.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It began with me running into a couple people, a guy and a girl, my age coming into my apartment building. We talked for a bit, and decided that we should hang out.  I went to may apartment first (which was on the wrong side of the hallway), but forgot to see which apartment the girl went into, but I felt pretty sure she lived across the hall.  I went to make myself some veggie burgers, but for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5493597700485696014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=5493597700485696014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/5493597700485696014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/5493597700485696014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-began-with-me-running-into-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-4144323198115549563</id><published>2009-01-28T11:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:23:54.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was with my mom and Granny at Granny's house (which, of course, didn't look at all like her real house).  We were getting ready to leave and were getting into the car but realized we had forgotten some things inside.  We went back in and were in the kitchen, but everything seemed to be distracting us.  My granny made me some muffins, some of which I dropped on the floor.  Her dogs were running </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4144323198115549563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=4144323198115549563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/4144323198115549563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/4144323198115549563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-with-my-mom-and-granny-at-grannys.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-4955679832024343984</id><published>2008-10-19T07:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:17:13.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The beginnings of this dream are getting fuzzy, but I remember being in some sort of large stadium, similar to a blitzball stadium in Final Fantasy X.  I was later in some park (with bathrooms in which both boys and girls went!) where kids were having camp activities and was harassing someone enough to have them call security on me.  I ran away and climbed a high, dying tree.  I don't think the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4955679832024343984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=4955679832024343984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/4955679832024343984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/4955679832024343984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/beginnings-of-this-dream-are-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-3929799045961514001</id><published>2008-01-22T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T07:53:48.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, Andy Meneely had anyone and everyone from Calvin over to his mansion for a week long party.  I kept getting lost, and accidentally walked in on Andy and Kelly making out at one point.  I had to interrupt them to ask for directions.  It's their own fault, really, they were making out on the floor in the hallway!I went with someone to take out the trash, but he was wearing a suit.  A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3929799045961514001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=3929799045961514001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/3929799045961514001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/3929799045961514001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-night-andy-meneely-had-anyone-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-5665610998137231070</id><published>2008-01-20T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T08:04:55.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a crazy day, thus resulting in crazy dreamage:First I dreamt that I was in the middle of a huge to-the-death free-for-all.  For some reason it was (I think) between Sunnis and Shiites.  Everytime someone was killed, one of two bloody bodies was raised up to signify a point for that team.  I was one of the last three alive, and at that point it was no longer a religious battle.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5665610998137231070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=5665610998137231070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/5665610998137231070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/5665610998137231070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday-was-crazy-day-thus-resulting.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-7719329354884864864</id><published>2008-01-16T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:17:15.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night when my sister and I came home from Old San Juan, her husband was watching America's Next Top Model.  I wasn't yet ready to shower or go to bed, so I watched it with him (I still believe the show is dumb... but whatever).  As I was sleeping, I dreamt that I was in a male version of the show, and we contestants were taking a small plane to an island (much like the plane we just took to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7719329354884864864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=7719329354884864864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/7719329354884864864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/7719329354884864864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-night-when-my-sister-and-i-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-1340843265364334390</id><published>2007-12-25T06:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T07:00:59.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dreamt last night that I was at a concert.  The band was made up of people I knew from High School: Eric Hill was on drums, Missy Haas was on electric guitar, Greg Aldin was playing Bass, and Matt Stafford was the lead singer.  Matt did a lot of stomping around on stage.  Donna was running the sound board, but she just running the sliders up and down, with no attention to whether it not the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1340843265364334390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=1340843265364334390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/1340843265364334390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/1340843265364334390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dreamt-last-night-that-i-was-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-3864926162451484909</id><published>2007-11-12T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T06:39:18.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A dream that needs filling out:Old WestOutlawsMark Wahlberg's walletFlooded saloonCliqueDogsMansion with TV and entertainment centerOrlando bloomThe News</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3864926162451484909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=3864926162451484909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/3864926162451484909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/3864926162451484909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/dream-that-needs-filling-out-old-west.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-1112170342924685055</id><published>2007-08-08T06:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T06:26:26.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, I was trying to find a new place to live, and received a letter telling me that i had received permission to add an expansion to my current apartment.  This was pretty exciting because I really just want one more room in THIS apartment (and also a second bathroom, maybe).  I had to drive to work, and was walking out to my car when I saw three suspicious people walking toward a black </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1112170342924685055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=1112170342924685055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/1112170342924685055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/1112170342924685055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-night-i-was-trying-to-find-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-4757691081261190438</id><published>2007-07-22T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T09:45:06.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my dream this morning, I was walking with two friends.  We were coming back from something we had attended, and I saw my sunglasses sitting in the back of a truck with hay in it.  I leaned over the side of the truck to get them, and saw there were more pairs of sunglasses.  I started grabbing as many as I could, but suddenly there were people in the back of the truck watching me try to get up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4757691081261190438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=4757691081261190438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/4757691081261190438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/4757691081261190438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-my-dream-this-morning-i-was-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-6244136575985572308</id><published>2007-07-05T06:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T07:00:54.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dreamt last night that I was supposed to go to a meeting to hire someone for a city council, but I couldn't find my way there.  While I was trying to find my way, I met up with Jen, who was also late for an important meeting.  My sister called me while I was driving too fast in the rain, and I nearly ran into eighty things, plus I went the wrong way around a police barrier and almost got hit.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6244136575985572308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=6244136575985572308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/6244136575985572308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/6244136575985572308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dreamt-last-night-that-i-was-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-3023132502867134370</id><published>2007-06-27T06:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T06:13:45.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had the most restless night last night, and it's all due to the game Harvest Moon: Another Wonderful Life!I dreamt that I was doing all sorts of farmingy type things.  I'm pretty sure I wandered to various places around the apartment and fell asleep there, such as on the couches.  I would half awaken to find myself somewhere different or in some strange position in my bed and no recollection of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3023132502867134370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=3023132502867134370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/3023132502867134370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/3023132502867134370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-had-most-restless-night-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-6418319242733263305</id><published>2007-05-10T06:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T06:53:12.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a dream last night that went through a bunch of different places.  In one situation, I was on a missions trip or something and was with a bunch of guys I know, including Tim Spraut and two guys I work with (Curt and Steve).  Tim and I sat around and chatted for a while.  I think that there was water dripping from the ceiling around the whole room, and it kind of reminded me of the movie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6418319242733263305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=6418319242733263305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/6418319242733263305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/6418319242733263305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-had-dream-last-night-that-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-4227044786789638226</id><published>2007-05-09T06:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T06:47:06.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There was an awesome thunderstorm last night, and I can't remember if my dream came before or after waking up to the thunderstorm at 3am.Jen and I were driving around somewhere a little bit south of downtown kalamazoo and we saw a cool ferry we wanted to ride on.  So we left my car in a parking lot and got on the ferry, which took us to the other side of a river.  When we got there, there was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4227044786789638226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=4227044786789638226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/4227044786789638226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/4227044786789638226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/there-was-awesome-thunderstorm-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-6515900026771157635</id><published>2007-04-18T06:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T06:18:29.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I was part of a husband/wife spy type team who had to rescue their son.  I kept telling my wife (who looked surprisingly like Lois griffin from Family Guy) that she had to do something else while I SCUBAd to find the kid, but she insisted on coming along.  Then I became a third party SCUBAer who was very inexperienced in the spy biz.   When I came across an enemy SCUBAer, I tried to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6515900026771157635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=6515900026771157635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/6515900026771157635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/6515900026771157635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-night-i-was-part-of-husbandwife.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-7438264919412035816</id><published>2007-01-03T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T06:46:28.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night's dream was all about High School and riding the bus.I had already graduated college, but was planning to take some high school courses.  Apparently that was a semi-normal thing to do.  I wasn't sure which classes I wanted to take, but I thought maybe I would try some Spanish classes.  I was walking with Jen out to the bus stop (yes, I was going to take the bus) and the bus was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7438264919412035816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=7438264919412035816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/7438264919412035816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/7438264919412035816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-nights-dream-was-all-about-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-114812460260972628</id><published>2006-05-20T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T07:30:02.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The night the good friend diedLast night in my dream I was in a field with two other people.  I didn't really know either of them.  I had a shotgun in my hands, and one of the people, who was standing on the other side of a pickup truck, was taunting me about something.  I asked him to stop but he didn't.  I asked repeatedly and his taunts only got worse and more serious.  I think he also might </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114812460260972628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=114812460260972628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114812460260972628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114812460260972628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2006/05/night-good-friend-died-last-night-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-114685788150345673</id><published>2006-05-05T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:38:01.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The most bookworthy post I've ever had:Mechanical SuccessionA scientist somewhere came up with a process that integrates machinery with brain matter.  It turned out to be wonderful, it certainly added years onto peoples lives somehow!  but after the procdedure became popular and many people were having it done, the mechanical part began to take over the human thinking part, and the peoples' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114685788150345673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=114685788150345673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114685788150345673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114685788150345673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2006/05/most-bookworthy-post-ive-ever-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-114553475021737948</id><published>2006-04-20T08:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T08:05:50.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't really understand some of my dream last night.  I think I was part of a special high school and my class was on a field trip, perhaps on another planet.I accidentally got separated from the rest, and we found out there were traps in different areas as well as wonderful treasures to be found.  I really enjoyed one of the outside rooms with plants, trees, and a river, so I stayed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114553475021737948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=114553475021737948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114553475021737948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114553475021737948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-didnt-really-understand-some-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-114466900002448377</id><published>2006-04-10T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T07:36:40.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dreamt last night that I was learning to snowboard-wrestle.  Or maybe it was surf wrestling?  How it works:  there is a bunk bet floating on water.  Two guys on the bed have snowboards attached to their feet and are wrestling to pin the other.  I was wrestling with two guys and quickly fell in the water.  I hid underwater for a while, and instantly lost.  I came up, outraged, to find out that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114466900002448377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=114466900002448377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114466900002448377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114466900002448377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dreamt-last-night-that-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-114164895471100013</id><published>2006-03-06T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T07:42:34.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was preparing for a family event back home in pennsylvania.  My job was to do something with dunking some chinese food things in a soy sauce-type mixture.  I accidentally dunked my pants or shirt, so I had to go to the bathroom to rinse out the stain.  On the way there, I saw our first family guest, my great uncle, or something like that.  I apologized because I couldn't stick around to meet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114164895471100013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=114164895471100013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114164895471100013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114164895471100013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-preparing-for-family-event-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-114123723644434911</id><published>2006-03-01T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:20:36.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While napping today, I dreamt that I was kidnapped and some people were trying to steal a ring from me while we were all in the same car.  Somehow I got free and got into my parents' car.  My dad was trying to convince me to do something, but it didn't seem like the type of thing I would do anymore.  Maybe 7 years ago, but not now.  There was something else to this conversation, but I cannot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114123723644434911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=114123723644434911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114123723644434911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114123723644434911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2006/03/while-napping-today-i-dreamt-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-114081393238894810</id><published>2006-02-24T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:45:32.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just took a nap and dreamt that I had to do some outside-of-lab labwork at my house.  But I was currently living with my parents in a futuristickish apartment.  My dad tried to help, but when he got a sample of Laura and my compound that we had worked very hard to make in a sterile way, he dumped it on the countertop.  I yelled out, "that's supposed to be sterile!  you ruined the sample!" and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114081393238894810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=114081393238894810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114081393238894810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114081393238894810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-just-took-nap-and-dreamt-that-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-114078442591904149</id><published>2006-02-24T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T07:33:47.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Almost forgot this one:I was driving with laura and maybe some others and stopped (at around 11 at night) to pick up Helen.  Then we drove to a television studio and joined the studio audience of Oprah!  While in this studio audience, Oprah had us do some sort of science experiment with fire.  They didn't have enough volunteers and kept trying to get more.  Andy Meneely was one of them :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114078442591904149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=114078442591904149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114078442591904149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114078442591904149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2006/02/almost-forgot-this-one-i-was-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-114069913223287538</id><published>2006-02-23T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T07:52:12.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Presumably caused by playing Zelda: Majora's Mask yesterday, I had a very strange dream last night.It started off just with me in a school that also had a number of museum-y artifacts and things.  The principle cared very much for his reputation as a lover of art and history, so the school was jam-packed with many things.  But to start out with, I was in a classroom, having some sort of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114069913223287538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=114069913223287538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114069913223287538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114069913223287538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2006/02/presumably-caused-by-playing-zelda.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-114006694329549153</id><published>2006-02-16T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:15:43.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Found a file with this dream typed up in it:"5/8/02 Last night’s dream was very interesting, and kinda fun!  I dreamt that there was something like a rapture, except I wasn’t taken…  I think it was kind of like a random rapture thing…. Because a number of random people were gone.  When it happened, I was at a mall with my friends Steff, Zak, and either Brian or Timmy, I can’t remember which…  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114006694329549153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=114006694329549153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114006694329549153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/114006694329549153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2006/02/found-file-with-this-dream-typed-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-113931687553585120</id><published>2006-02-07T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T07:54:35.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dreamt last night that I was taking ecstasy... but i was eating the pills like candy.  eventually i realized i should stop, and spit two pills out of my mouth.  Then everyone had to find a locker.  I took two.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113931687553585120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=113931687553585120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/113931687553585120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/113931687553585120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dreamt-last-night-that-i-was-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-113879899812583267</id><published>2006-02-01T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T07:56:21.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Laura's Cereal and the Jesus MovieLast night I dreamt that I had trekked over to Laura, Helen, and Kelly's house (not apartment) and chatted with Laura and Helen for a bit.     I was doing some sort of science lab for an elementary education course which involved making a chocolate recipe.  There was chocolate powder inside a chicken wire cylinder, and I needed to add a few more ingredients, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113879899812583267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=113879899812583267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/113879899812583267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/113879899812583267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2006/02/lauras-cereal-and-jesus-movie-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-113803004184500699</id><published>2006-01-23T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T08:08:20.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dreamt two nights ago that I was hanging out with Kelly and Anna.  The three of us, along with a prof and his wife, were in line in a department store to get a palm reading/ fortune telling.  The prof paid $42 for his wife's fortune-telling, but somehow I got mine for free.  Mine said nothing of consequence, but we did all get diagrams about what specific lines on one's palm means.  After mine,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113803004184500699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=113803004184500699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/113803004184500699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/113803004184500699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dreamt-two-nights-ago-that-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-113785469519774752</id><published>2006-01-21T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T09:44:55.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This morning I woke up at 4:30am... because I had this feeling that I was supposed to.  I ate breakfast, then realized I was dumb for being up so early and went back to bed.  I even put PANTS on before eating breakfast, and that never happens.Later, I dreamt that I met up with some high school friends.  I was going to a mall or something, and a carload of HS people honked at me as they passed me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113785469519774752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=113785469519774752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/113785469519774752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/113785469519774752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-morning-i-woke-up-at-430am.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-112974663690409593</id><published>2005-10-19T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:30:36.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was chock full of dreams:I was sitting in a windowsill looking out at the beach from 15 or 20 stories high.  The waves were huge and I could hear them crashing mightily.  The imagery seemed to transform me into some poetic person, and I kept wanting to describe the waves as the pulse of the earth.  But then my family, who were also there, had to leave.  I said I wanted to stay, and my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112974663690409593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=112974663690409593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/112974663690409593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/112974663690409593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-night-was-chock-full-of-dreams-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-112496997007753889</id><published>2005-08-25T07:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T07:39:30.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took too long to get online, so things are a little blurry.Last night eric and i went to the mall in his car on his way to work.  but then he had to go to work, so i didn't have a ride home.  he told me to hitch a ride or walk.  not very possible!  but i went in the mall and couldn't see much.  I realized I didn't have my contacts in and had forgotten my glasses.  So everything was pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112496997007753889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=112496997007753889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/112496997007753889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/112496997007753889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-took-too-long-to-get-online-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-112421653415693299</id><published>2005-08-16T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T14:22:14.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would like to write michelle trachtenberg and encourage her in her wholesomeness.  Do you think she'd actually read it?  She probably has a PR person to handle that stuff.  I've never written fanmail before, but there's just something about Ms. Trachtenberg.  Maybe she'll marry me :-pMichelle Trachtenberg c/o Buffy the Vampire Slayerc/o UPN11800 Wilshire BlvdLos Angeles, CA 90025</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112421653415693299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=112421653415693299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/112421653415693299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/112421653415693299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-would-like-to-write-michelle.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-112418973188740819</id><published>2005-08-16T06:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T06:55:31.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I met up in reunion fashion with a group of people with whom I had taken a swimming course, but in the pool was a large creature.  It seemed mostly like a shark, but when it came up to the top of the water, its head was like that of a dog.  I didn't want to get into the water where that thing could get me (it looked really mean!), but the others in the pool and the instructor said he was easily </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112418973188740819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=112418973188740819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/112418973188740819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/112418973188740819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-met-up-in-reunion-fashion-with-group.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-112316029884167746</id><published>2005-08-04T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T09:04:28.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FREE YOUR MIND, AND THE REST WILL FOLLOWI was invited to a dinner at a friends house while at college, but the college I was at was quite different from Calvin.  It was much more state schooly.  I got there and wasn't able to help with anything, but somehow got involved with a laserquest battle in a church.  I was doing very very well, but Kristen Herr jumped out in front of me and scared the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112316029884167746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=112316029884167746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/112316029884167746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/112316029884167746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2005/08/free-your-mind-and-rest-will-follow-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-112039258197858820</id><published>2005-07-03T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T08:09:41.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sure everyone's lives have been feeling so empty without reading about my dreams!Last night I dreamt first that I was playing some sort of live roleplaying game that involved legos and dice, but somehow I became one of the characters and had to go into a barn to save my cows from a white necromancer who kept casting white fire to burn the barn down.  I think I kicked him in the face :)  Then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112039258197858820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=112039258197858820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/112039258197858820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/112039258197858820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-sure-everyones-lives-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-111521097920192346</id><published>2005-05-04T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T08:49:39.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dreamt last night that my dad and I were on a talk show, and the host gave many of the guys in the audience $15,000.  She gave me $20,000 because I was going to school.  I spent the rest of my dream trying to decide where to deposit my cash and trying to protect it from people that were trying to steal it.Kathy lent me money, and then asked for it back, though I wasn't sure how much she lent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/111521097920192346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=111521097920192346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/111521097920192346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/111521097920192346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dreamt-last-night-that-my-dad-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-111443006694824306</id><published>2005-04-25T07:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T07:54:26.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night:  something about going to a grave yard and diggin up three different graves because some mystical red crystal shards were buried there long ago.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/111443006694824306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=111443006694824306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/111443006694824306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/111443006694824306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-night-something-about-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-111400615586214549</id><published>2005-04-20T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T10:09:15.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, Helen was back here in GR in the apartments and had a sister and a brother over for a weekend or something.  There was also some strange guy that she didn't know very well staying in her apartment.  An odd spatula hanging on the wall reminded me to tell her that I really wanted one of those magnets with a plastic handle (the kind they use for bingo!!!).  Then I left and went to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/111400615586214549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=111400615586214549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/111400615586214549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/111400615586214549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-night-helen-was-back-here-in-gr.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-111152296733698476</id><published>2005-03-22T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T15:22:47.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Night before last I kept dreaming that I was dying in some house.  It had something to do with zombies, methinks.  At one point, I must have jerked awake so hard, I whakked my teeth together and chipped my right canine tooth!  Muy sad!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/111152296733698476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=111152296733698476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/111152296733698476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/111152296733698476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2005/03/night-before-last-i-kept-dreaming-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-110891015567734321</id><published>2005-02-20T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T09:35:55.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a 2 part dream last night:The first part was inspired by airband 2 nites ago:  I was doing some research on the New Kids on the Block (though I had a hard time remembering the name of the band) using Google, and was suddenly teleported back in time to one of their concerts.  I was so excited to see them in concert (since I was too young to care when they were popular) and got to go back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/110891015567734321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=110891015567734321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/110891015567734321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/110891015567734321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-had-2-part-dream-last-night-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-110656400632850687</id><published>2005-01-24T05:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T05:53:26.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had my first math class of the semester last night, but some of my Twin Valley classmates were in the class, including Kenneth Seyfert, Jana Rapposelli, and Steph Brown.  I wanted to sit in the front row (don't i always?) and I couldn't tell if the seat in front of kenneth was open, so i called over to him and asked if it was.  He didn't respond, and i felt a little foolish.  As i came closer, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/110656400632850687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=110656400632850687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/110656400632850687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/110656400632850687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-had-my-first-math-class-of-semester.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-110587992492225966</id><published>2005-01-16T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T07:52:04.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night i dreamt that i was on the phone with Jen Buis, who was playing paintball for interim.  She was enjoying herself mightily.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/110587992492225966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=110587992492225966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/110587992492225966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/110587992492225966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2005/01/last-night-i-dreamt-that-i-was-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-110570049906156928</id><published>2005-01-14T05:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T06:01:39.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I went to some sort of Class Reunion for my high school (though there were many people there I didn't know).  I mostly hung around Steff and Sarah, and my ex-girlfriend, Lindsay, was there, too.  Lindsay kept interrupting Sarah and Steff, and one time when she did it, I backslapped her across the face.  She seemed like she was used to that kind of treatment, and instead of being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/110570049906156928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=110570049906156928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/110570049906156928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/110570049906156928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2005/01/last-night-i-went-to-some-sort-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-110527940107917239</id><published>2005-01-09T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T09:03:21.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time since I've been able to remember a dream:Ben Horning was having a dinner party, and I was there early to help set up.  I actually spent the night before, I think, so that we'd have plenty of time to set up.  That would explain why I was in my boxers when I started helping him with preparations.  Heather Young/Spraut was there, sitting at the table next to the fridge.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/110527940107917239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=110527940107917239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/110527940107917239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/110527940107917239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-been-long-time-since-ive-been-able.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-110262895531875174</id><published>2004-12-09T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T16:49:15.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I dreamt that I was at a house for a party and having a grand ole time.  There was a lot of alcohol consumption going on at this party, and as I was leaving, I was thinking about how I hoped the cops didn't show up.  At that moment, I saw flashing red and blue lights, and bolted for the woods.  I started crawling away, and ended up behind the neighbours house.  Even though it was, like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/110262895531875174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=110262895531875174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/110262895531875174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/110262895531875174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-night-i-dreamt-that-i-was-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-109940204653126529</id><published>2004-11-02T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T08:29:33.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Many odd dreamlets in the past 2 nites...1) Something similar to the zombie problems in both 28 days later and Resident Evil took place for real, and we were preparing to hide out in a basement for a while. We were trying to stock the basement well, and candles were one of the essentials. I found two boxes of candles in my house; I had separated them into nice, usable candles and novelty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/109940204653126529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=109940204653126529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/109940204653126529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/109940204653126529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/11/many-odd-dreamlets-in-past-2-nites.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-109642400541868706</id><published>2004-09-28T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T22:13:25.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I shouldn't have waited so long to post about last night's dream:I was in my car in a city, and pulled into a parking spot along the street.  I went into a liquor store, and came out with a hefty shotgun.  I drove over to a river, and went into a vacant building, into a room on the second floor with a whole wall missing.  Tim Spraut was there, and he and I hung out for a while.  I wanted to try</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/109642400541868706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=109642400541868706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/109642400541868706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/109642400541868706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-shouldnt-have-waited-so-long-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-109542345732438509</id><published>2004-09-17T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T08:17:37.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't think I can remember much from last night, but what i do remember was frustrating! (well, the last part, at least)I started by riding in an SUV with Steff and a female family member, though I'm not sure who it was.  It may have be Terry, or maybe Steff's mom...  We stopped at a school because I had to pick something up.  I was walking through the school and saw Steff's little sister, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/109542345732438509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=109542345732438509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/109542345732438509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/109542345732438509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-dont-think-i-can-remember-much-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-109507479303300680</id><published>2004-09-13T07:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T07:26:33.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There have been a number of dreams in the past week, but I've lacked the diligence required to post them.  I have written down little reminders of what they were about, and I'll get them up soon.  But for now, I just post last night's dream:There were two parts to last night's dream: the normal dream, and then the dream about telling my parents about the first dream. The original dream had to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/109507479303300680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=109507479303300680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/109507479303300680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/109507479303300680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/09/there-have-been-number-of-dreams-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-108695376096418502</id><published>2004-06-11T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T07:36:00.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, and I was wrong about the "plus sign" thing; just click the little "comments" link at the bottom of the post to make a comment. I appreciate anything you've got to say!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/108695376096418502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=108695376096418502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108695376096418502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108695376096418502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/06/oh-and-i-was-wrong-about-plus-sign.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-108695368244563454</id><published>2004-06-11T07:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T07:34:42.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't have any spare time in the morning to post my dreams anymore... but I'll keep tryin!4 or 5 nights ago:  I dream that I was riding with steff in her car, and we needed to find somewhere to turn around or park.  I directed her into the Burkes' (Jon, Jared, Megan) driveway, which had been redone to become a full loop.  When we parked, Megan came over to the car to say hi, and Megan Pecht </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/108695368244563454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=108695368244563454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108695368244563454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108695368244563454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-dont-have-any-spare-time-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-108427801857301720</id><published>2004-05-11T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T08:20:18.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(You can now add a comment about my dreams if you click the plus sign at the bottom!)Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!  I remembered what preceded my parents and I going into the churchy thing!We were collecting certain insects for some unknown reason.  I had a plant pot with some dirt in it, and in the dirt were this nasty worms that looked a lot like mealy worms.  I tried picking one up, but it bit me,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/108427801857301720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=108427801857301720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108427801857301720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108427801857301720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/05/you-can-now-add-comment-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-108427710219135084</id><published>2004-05-11T07:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T08:05:02.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Many parts of last night's dream are elusive to my memory, but I'll give it a go:My parents and I were on the shore of a lake, and there were some horses wading in the water a little while down the shore.  One saw me and started walking over (I think she remembered me), and I was excited to see her.  She kept coming, but she stopped a few feet away from where I could reach.  I beckoned her over</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/108427710219135084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=108427710219135084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108427710219135084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108427710219135084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/05/many-parts-of-last-nights-dream-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-108315184071056453</id><published>2004-04-28T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T07:34:49.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dreamt AGAIN last night, but for once, I can't remember it.  I guess you should be grateful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/108315184071056453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=108315184071056453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108315184071056453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108315184071056453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-dreamt-again-last-night-but-for-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-108298161653989358</id><published>2004-04-26T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T08:17:42.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I was in a helicopter on some sort of government type mission that involved video cameras on tall tripods.  I don't remember getting anything accomplished, and when we unpacked in a field, the cameras were covered in grime.  I think we had taken them to another planet... or something.  I was then riding with my Granny in her Blazer, and we were talking about family issues.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/108298161653989358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=108298161653989358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108298161653989358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108298161653989358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/04/last-night-i-was-in-helicopter-on-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-108281755993289763</id><published>2004-04-24T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T10:53:23.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I had to make a list of things from my dream last night so that I didn't forget everything while tkyping.  It was insane and multifaceted.  At first, some friends and I were on the street, and we just broke into song.  I decided to conduct, so I conducted while the others sang, though I think that they somehow had instruments and started to play them.  It was a song I didn't know, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/108281755993289763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=108281755993289763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108281755993289763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108281755993289763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/04/okay-i-had-to-make-list-of-things-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-108194675559834267</id><published>2004-04-14T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T08:49:45.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I also dreamt last night that while I was playing Xbox, I received a call from my internship to set up a drug screen.  But... but... I was too infatuated with my game to take the time to talk!  I picked up the phone, and when the lady on the other end asked for Jesse, I asked her to hold.  Then... (this is the part that's confusing) I went and got myself... yeah, weird.  So then I picked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/108194675559834267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=108194675559834267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108194675559834267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108194675559834267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-think-i-also-dreamt-last-night-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-108194293559549287</id><published>2004-04-14T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T07:46:05.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night's dream was solely influenced by the game I've been playing on Xbox: Azurik.I was fighting... and fighting... and fighting.  I had to decide between different paths to take and was worried I was going to take the wrong one.  I think one part had something to do with strawberry sauce...  and another had to do with me doing some sort of boss battle.  I was in a room shaped like a ring,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/108194293559549287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=108194293559549287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108194293559549287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108194293559549287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/04/last-nights-dream-was-solely.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-108134001839523606</id><published>2004-04-07T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T08:17:19.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(somewhat inspired by the book I'm reading: Stone of Tears)I was in a cubic cement room with a small rectangular window at the very top of the wall across from the door.  The room began to fill rapidly with water, and I was soon in over my head.  Once again, I have the joy of a breathing-under-water dream (my favorite!).  I learned to swim well in the water, and an attractive woman in her 20s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/108134001839523606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=108134001839523606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108134001839523606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/108134001839523606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/04/somewhat-inspired-by-book-im-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-107988055835743777</id><published>2004-03-21T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T09:52:36.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I get confused every once in a while...First, there was a war, and apparently it was being fought on nearby ground.  I walked through the woods with a few other guys (I think guys from school, but I"m not sure), getting many cobwebs all over me.  We got to our headquarters type building, but it was already being overrun by the enemy.  I had a small pistol and a large knife to use, but I kept</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/107988055835743777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=107988055835743777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107988055835743777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107988055835743777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-i-get-confused-every-once-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-107969710418794377</id><published>2004-03-19T06:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T06:54:59.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dreamt about going to an amusement park with Sue Batchelder from high school.  Whe we were in the parking lot, we saw her brother Jed, and he said something about not smoking.  It was pretty late, and I didn't know why we had spent the money to get into the amusement park when we'd only have enough time for a few rides.  We decided to get pizza, and the guy at the cash register plyed a keyboard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/107969710418794377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=107969710418794377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107969710418794377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107969710418794377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/03/dreamt-about-going-to-amusement-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-107935410504441357</id><published>2004-03-15T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T07:38:15.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There were multiple dreams last night, instigated by my many wakings and re-sleepings this morning.  I can only remember one sequence:Steff came over to spend the night because she was leaving to go far away the next day.  My (non-existent) little brother came over as well, and as I walked through my house in the middle of the night I couldn't figure out where he was sleeping.  I decided to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/107935410504441357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=107935410504441357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107935410504441357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107935410504441357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/03/there-were-multiple-dreams-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-107930439361030185</id><published>2004-03-14T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T17:49:43.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yeah, I also dreamt that I lost control and ate tons and tons and TONS of candy, thereby breaking lent.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/107930439361030185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=107930439361030185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107930439361030185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107930439361030185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/03/oh-yeah-i-also-dreamt-that-i-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-107929767617139043</id><published>2004-03-14T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T15:57:45.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night's dream may have had some connection to Bourne Identity :I was driving on business 422 back home, but it was somewhat different (as all things are in dreams).  The road lead us past a dark alley, and a male passenger in my car commented on the "shady lane."  We drove behind the movie theatre as it began to snow heavily outside.  I knew we had to meet some people, and said so to Kelly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/107929767617139043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=107929767617139043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107929767617139043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107929767617139043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/03/last-nights-dream-may-have-had-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-107852912280272593</id><published>2004-03-05T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T18:28:20.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A week ago or so I dreamt that the board I broke on the sundeck was no longer broken.  That's all I remember from the dream, though...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/107852912280272593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=107852912280272593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107852912280272593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107852912280272593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/03/week-ago-or-so-i-dreamt-that-board-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-107811760770494876</id><published>2004-03-01T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T00:09:39.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm... dreams...On the retreat last night:I dreamt there was a ghost hovering over Mark Geyser, an evil spirit ready to consume him.  I was scared.Then I swore there was a black cat jumping from dresser to dresser and walking all over the beds in our cabin.I also had various times when I was half awayk and half dreaming, and horrible things were happening, though I don't remember any of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/107811760770494876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=107811760770494876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107811760770494876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107811760770494876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-107607400560988917</id><published>2004-02-06T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T08:29:06.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trithematic dream last night: Space and Knights and Pirates, oh my.First, Space.There was a shuttle launch planned from my backyard in Birdsboro, Pennsylvania (isn't that where ALL shuttles are launched from?), and I was one of the three intended passengers.  The other two were women, one very responsible and the other slightly more blonde.  The blonde and I were both late, but I was late </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/107607400560988917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=107607400560988917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107607400560988917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107607400560988917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/02/trithematic-dream-last-night-space-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-107598751788086327</id><published>2004-02-05T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T08:27:36.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The dream of most recentness is one of much psychosity.  The dream began with a game, I believe.  A game involving 4 to 6 people in completely darkness outside in a park.  The goal of the game was to grab a scarf from one area and bring it back to your "home tree" to get points.  The catch was that you weren't allowed to touch anybody else when you had the scarf or you had to take it back to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/107598751788086327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=107598751788086327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107598751788086327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107598751788086327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2004/02/dream-of-most-recentness-is-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-107166767360127126</id><published>2003-12-17T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T08:29:06.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dreamt last night that I went to Malari Barber's house.  I was going there to prank her, but the prank didn't happen.  Someone else was coming with me (maybe Mark or Monaca) but they stayed out in the yard when I went into the house.  Malari's house, in my dream, was gigantic!  It was a pretty psycho place.  I think there was a bowling alley, and a jukebox, and pinball machines, and a bar... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/107166767360127126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=107166767360127126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107166767360127126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/107166767360127126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-dreamt-last-night-that-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-106976621711558860</id><published>2003-11-25T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T08:17:41.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I got a job!  Well, I dreamt I did at least, I've already got a job in real life.  For a while I've wanted to try out getting a normal job though, so I did it in my dreams.  I apparently had already applied and gotten the job, and was showing up for my first day and some store with clothes and stuff (maybe hardware too, but I'm not sure).  I went behind the service desk to the racks of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/106976621711558860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=106976621711558860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/106976621711558860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/106976621711558860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2003/11/last-night-i-got-job-well-i-dreamt-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-106967681440454054</id><published>2003-11-24T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T07:27:36.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three nights ago:  Some dream about showing Kelly around campus in a sled... when there was no snow.  Three interesting things about this:1.  Kelly already knows her way around campus, so why would I have given her a guided tour?2.  Why the heck were we in a sled?3.  A lake was situated in the middle of the ampitheatre in the KE apartments.  A lake does not exist in the ampitheatre in the KE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/106967681440454054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=106967681440454054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/106967681440454054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/106967681440454054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2003/11/three-nights-ago-some-dream-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-106613262869455841</id><published>2003-10-14T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T07:57:12.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So in the vampire dream, I was in someone's attic or something rearranging old junk.  I also remember that I poured a glass of water on someone's head :) .  But other than that, the rest is lost.Last night, though, I had ANOTHER x-men dream.  It was freaky deeky cool!Apocolypse (an unbeatable enemy in the X-men) had me trapped in a dark, hidden room that was situated within a mall.  He also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/106613262869455841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=106613262869455841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/106613262869455841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/106613262869455841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2003/10/so-in-vampire-dream-i-was-in-someones.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-106604421470997758</id><published>2003-10-13T07:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T07:23:34.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder if someday, these will all be analyzed and the secret to my existence will be revealed?Previously, in Jesse's head:So I've been watching a lot of the original x-men cartoon series on DVD, so I have definitely got mutant on the brain.  Last night I went with my dad to buy a car or something, and we looked through a bunch of different ones that were all pretty nasty, and he picked out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/106604421470997758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=106604421470997758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/106604421470997758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/106604421470997758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-wonder-if-someday-these-will-all-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-106379674802959261</id><published>2003-09-17T07:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T07:05:48.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night:My parents and I went to the bank and to the post office, only to realize that the post office had moved.  I had known that the post office had moved, but had forgotten.  I was trying really really really really hard to remember where the post office moved to, since I knew I'd been there before.  We were running out of time (because it was around 2:15... and apparently post offici in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/106379674802959261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=106379674802959261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/106379674802959261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/106379674802959261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2003/09/last-night-my-parents-and-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-106216593171685993</id><published>2003-08-29T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T10:05:31.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had another dream about school and remington last night, but I don't think he was naked this time (thank goodness!).  I wish I could remember it, but, well, I can't.  Blame it on the AD.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/106216593171685993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=106216593171685993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/106216593171685993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/106216593171685993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-had-another-dream-about-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-106198940213814042</id><published>2003-08-27T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T09:03:27.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, finally.  I've at last had my first dream about returning to my sophomore year at Calvin College.  Here's how it went:I came into the dorm and saw Remington (my roommate for this year, we talked on the phone last night.  hmmm... I wonder what inspired the dream!?).  He was outside our room, and I think he was checking it out to plan rearranging.  I said hi to him and kept walking.  Suddenly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/106198940213814042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=106198940213814042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/106198940213814042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/106198940213814042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2003/08/ah-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805039.post-105913721146118774</id><published>2003-07-25T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T08:46:51.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish these would actually post correctly... I don't understand why they don't, but I'll keep puttin them up so I can remember... maybe someday it'll work correctlyLast night I went back to school, but instead of my college friends being there, my friends from high school were there.  I remember seeing Donna, and Missy, and Johanna, et al.  At first, though, I was walking along the street on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/105913721146118774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805039&amp;postID=105913721146118774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/105913721146118774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805039/posts/default/105913721146118774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tajdreams.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-wish-these-would-actually-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Taj Test</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113815217548551901990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0umzSqx950/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y1WR490Gvnk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
