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 <title><![CDATA[Confused…]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[Lately I keep having some weird dreams about this one girl at my school… I don’t know why I’m having those dreams, and they aren’t special or anything, it’s just that in most of the cases I’m talking casually with her. But the main reason, why I’m wondering about those dreams now, is because they ar <b>...</b> ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:35:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>fantomuyume</dc:creator>
 <source url="http://fantomuyume.wordpress.com">Phantoms of Dreams</source>
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 <title><![CDATA[The Trees of Life]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[One of my fondest childhood memories is also, to my recollection, my first memory. It was a beautiful sunny day and my father took my sisters and me outside to see the money that had grown on the ‘money tree’. There were notes stuck on branches of the fat, round bushy tree and coins were lying all a <b>...</b> ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:12:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>jodenecoza</dc:creator>
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 <title><![CDATA[posters – drew struzan]]></title>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:09:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>itsthatlady</dc:creator>
 <source url="http://spaceintext.wordpress.com">SPACE IN TEXT</source>
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 <description><![CDATA[приснились оджибва-индейцы (встретилась взглядом с самым главным, проходя мимо, - интенсивный, но не тяжелый, а проникающий взгляд), изгоняющие злых духов из подвального магазина "Вино-Водка" в доме моего детства, на улице Джержинского в Петрозаводске. ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 14:22:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <title><![CDATA[Obsession With Love, Sex, and Pregnancy Problem.]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[Edgar Frog Rocks! asked: Hello. I need your help. You see, here's the deal. For a month now, I've been non-stop, thinking about love. Now, I mean. It's not just ***. It's love, love, and then ***. I want love. And all I think about is making love passionetly. Ok, so a lot of it is sex, but it's not  <b>...</b> ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 13:39:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <source url="http://xwordpress1.videoheadhunter.net">The Power of Love</source>
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 <title><![CDATA[I dream of things.]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[After reading a friends post about symbolism in dreams it gave me pause to consider one that I had yesterday. Especially considering that it's not very often that I can remember any aspect of my dreams once I wake. The long and short of what I can remember goes like this: I found myself underwater w <b>...</b> ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 13:20:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>Kurtis Bolk</dc:creator>
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 <title><![CDATA[Bad Dreams Suck]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[Originally published at . Please leave any comments there. Wednesday, November 25, 2009 – 9:51am – Beddinghampshire, Burnaby, BC I just woke up from some really messed up dreams about my Mom. This time, I was at the funeral home with her and she was alive and I was talking to her – she looked really <b>...</b> ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 12:48:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>escapeartist74</dc:creator>
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 <title><![CDATA[Dreams]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[I had a strange dream. I usually remember my dreams when I'm about to wake up. Probably because my alarm goes off and I snooze a little longer. And usually I dream of brushing my teeth or changing because that's what I SHOULD be doing instead. Once I dreamed of turning off my alarm. Yeah, still goin <b>...</b> ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 12:29:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>Akoya Miazaki</dc:creator>
 <source url="http://akoyamiazaki.livejournal.com/">Ridiculous!</source>
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 <title><![CDATA[Let’s Do This Thang!]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[It just hit me. Ever since I wrote Steal the Sky I haven’t been content with the songs I’ve written. None of them feel as awesome or cool. I mean, you could make the assessment that maybe I’ve lost the spark? Maybe I really am not writing as cool of songs? But look at tunes like Avenue, Nowhere Near <b>...</b> ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 12:15:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>Stephen</dc:creator>
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 <description><![CDATA[I've been sleeping a lot the past few days, which allows for many dreams. This morning (in dreamland) I was visiting my Topeka cousin. A bunch of us went for a picnic in her SUV. AS we were unloading food on the hood of the car, paper napkins were passed around. I opened mine up and was admiring the <b>...</b> ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 12:05:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>redpimpernel</dc:creator>
 <source url="http://redpimpernel.livejournal.com/">Red&#039;s Zoo Journal</source>
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