<?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-5042522</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:09:42.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Blob</title><subtitle type='html'>a document of the subconscious</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-8650529107335343191</id><published>2010-08-23T19:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:56:45.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't panic</title><summary type='text'>walkin' through an unknown park w/ unkown people....suddenly start noticing strange animals...i think a lemur, an anteater, and red panda...so strange.  upon realizing that the animals didn't belong...we came to conclusion that a zoo had somehow gotten busted wide open and all the animals came to this (big) park.  before we ask ourselvse what "else" got out....a juvenile female lion comes walking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/8650529107335343191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/8650529107335343191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2010_08_22_archive.html#8650529107335343191' title='don&apos;t panic'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-4679928577667064101</id><published>2010-07-13T05:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T05:52:36.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reuniting parts</title><summary type='text'>been having a lotta very vivid dreams lately that i'm always disappointed about not recalling.  vanessa just shoed her NYC to LA blog and got me inspired to come back to a tradition i've always enjoyed.here's one i remember from a few days back.  the dream itself was a fuckin' epic that i actually remember in my dream hoping that i would remember.  yes...i knew i was dreaming, how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/4679928577667064101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/4679928577667064101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2010_07_11_archive.html#4679928577667064101' title='reuniting parts'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-1839112323042280681</id><published>2010-04-12T18:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:26:27.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cute critter</title><summary type='text'>crazy dream last night: find two impossibly small (near rat-sized), impossibly cute kittens. one black/gray stripes, one orange/white stripes, come up all cute and cuddly to christie and i. blackie (smaller of the two) goes apeshit and tears into my outstreched hand w/ at least 3 rows of needle-sharp teeth (ala critters) and orange bang follows suit. lil fuckers. woke up thinking i had rabies.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/1839112323042280681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/1839112323042280681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2010_04_11_archive.html#1839112323042280681' title='cute critter'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-387754477600498886</id><published>2009-12-14T14:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:29:27.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody meat</title><summary type='text'>dreamt i was eating a steak.awoke drooling on my hand.mmm....stake.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/387754477600498886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/387754477600498886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2009_12_13_archive.html#387754477600498886' title='bloody meat'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-8830952747622341550</id><published>2009-12-04T05:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:41:10.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>forgotten feeling</title><summary type='text'>had a dream a few nights ago that i still can't get over simply because of a feeling i had in it.  a feeling so strong and vivid that waking up without it felt like such a heavy loss...utter disappointment...and a troubling new desire to pursue it...involved a really long party, the details of which are shady but involved lots of alcohol and eventually nakedness that (shocking) actually got to be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/8830952747622341550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/8830952747622341550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2009_11_29_archive.html#8830952747622341550' title='forgotten feeling'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-2645911748333170432</id><published>2009-09-14T08:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T08:35:54.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mahea</title><summary type='text'>had a dream that i was at some sort of business conference or corporate thinktank convention or something...my brother lewis was at it too for some reason...but in some other division or something.one of those work hard all day and party hard with your peers afterwards...and somehow an old highschool classmate was there and we were chillin'.  had a good night out catching up and whatnot...and she</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/2645911748333170432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/2645911748333170432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2009_09_13_archive.html#2645911748333170432' title='mahea'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-7991681651590092613</id><published>2009-08-18T16:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:13:33.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>titanium</title><summary type='text'>had a dream last night that i received a batch of PRISTINE, beautiful, polished titanium foil substrates for our solar cells. (we have a batch on order right now...)sometimes jobs consume me....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/7991681651590092613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/7991681651590092613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2009_08_16_archive.html#7991681651590092613' title='titanium'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-52752917723437155</id><published>2009-08-10T20:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:12:48.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>itchy dream</title><summary type='text'>got stung really bad by a man-o-war yesterday at the end of the tweedle beetle beach battle (at least five different places)....and my stings always hurt 10x more the next morning and last about a week (read: allergic)so i went to bed last night and it had only started to get annoying again (it really disappears completely about 10mins after i get 'em)....fell asleep though (scotch) and dreamt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/52752917723437155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/52752917723437155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2009_08_09_archive.html#52752917723437155' title='itchy dream'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-3666092860392037746</id><published>2008-01-14T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:53:04.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>up in flames</title><summary type='text'>had a dream last night that someone was telling me that my house burned down (i was watching a TV show where a house blew up, maybe that's why)...and the cop/firefighter or whoever it was told me that only one picture frame survived because it was smashed between books in a bookcase (and not displayed).i knew immediately that it was a picture of me and tam that i'd taken down 6 months ago and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/3666092860392037746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/3666092860392037746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2008_01_13_archive.html#3666092860392037746' title='up in flames'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-9209375629744147591</id><published>2008-01-09T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:08:31.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jack</title><summary type='text'>yes, this is the third i'm blogging about last night....so i'm peeing in a stall (standing) and look down and my shadow tells me that i'm jack.  no, not jack sparrow, jack from jack in the box (very clear shadow).  i realize that the dude next to me will also see my shadow and know that i have a giant jack ball for a head and wonder what that means.  he kicks me under the stall spacer.i finish up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/9209375629744147591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/9209375629744147591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2008_01_06_archive.html#9209375629744147591' title='jack'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-5247887153545473538</id><published>2008-01-09T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:05:25.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the hot girl</title><summary type='text'>i'm back in high school (ugh) and there's this girl who's just "the hot girl" in school and she's a total bitch.  for some reason i look enough like this other hot girl (go figure) and decide to fuck with other hot girl (let's call her brunette....because i look like the hot blonde) and i decide to dress up like hot blonde, who's kind of brunette's friend but not super close.  so one day at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/5247887153545473538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/5247887153545473538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2008_01_06_archive.html#5247887153545473538' title='the hot girl'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-4067969170308748056</id><published>2008-01-09T14:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:02:38.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BB King!</title><summary type='text'>so this was a weird one.  for some reason i was chillin' out in some practice room somewhere playing guitar with someone or showing someone something (may have been mom, don't remember), and i think for some reason BB King walks in just passin' through or chekin' out the room!  for some reason i was already chillin' with someone famous who i can't remember right now ('nother guitarist...) and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/4067969170308748056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/4067969170308748056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2008_01_06_archive.html#4067969170308748056' title='BB King!'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-8466616207120357029</id><published>2007-12-17T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T16:36:11.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>superhuman superhouse</title><summary type='text'>so i had this really weird snoozing dream (repeatedly pressing snooze on my alarm clock to perpetuate the dream) this morning where unbeknown to me, my house was a lot bigger than i thought it was.  this has happened before, in other places...where i feel like i was living somewhere for a long time and there's like...a closet door that goes to another large portion of house i didn't know existed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/8466616207120357029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/8466616207120357029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2007_12_16_archive.html#8466616207120357029' title='superhuman superhouse'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-3211870477607127085</id><published>2007-10-11T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:19:08.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>visiting me</title><summary type='text'>last night beau visited me in a dream...we were back at my old house and we were moving out...but jumping on a plane kinda movin' out.  it was one'a those times when you're packing everything up and you keep finding more shit...and beau was with me.  and i couldn't take him with me, i had to leave (as was my mom).  it was unclear in the dream what was going to happen to him but it seemed like i'd</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/3211870477607127085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/3211870477607127085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2007_10_07_archive.html#3211870477607127085' title='visiting me'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-7929441488188239438</id><published>2007-03-09T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T18:00:02.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ISZHad this funky dream a few nights ago (amidst a lotta shitty dreams) about the isz.  the little black (or white) dudes from the comic (and tv series) The Maxx.  might've seen the show on MTV's oddities back when mtv didn't suck.either way, i find myself amongst (once again) strangers who, in my dream, are good friends.  and for some reason we live near this house that gets attacked by the isz </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/7929441488188239438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/7929441488188239438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2007_03_04_archive.html#7929441488188239438' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-7563871923159489961</id><published>2007-03-06T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T18:11:30.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares and Zombiescapes</title><summary type='text'>Very vivid dream a few nights ago about running around with a few friends after some kind of disease or something wiped out just about EVERYONE except a small portion of our age group.  I was in a rural neighborhood (don't think i knew any of my "friends" in real life) and what we ended up doing was runnin' around and breaking into people's houses for shelter and food.  and taking their dogs...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/7563871923159489961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/7563871923159489961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2007_03_04_archive.html#7563871923159489961' title='Nightmares and Zombiescapes'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-116038841778960842</id><published>2006-10-09T05:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T06:06:57.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>devil in a blue dress</title><summary type='text'>i had this dream while dozing this morning refusing to get outa' bed despite having to roll over every 20 minutes to disperse the heat (NO WIND TODAY)...can't figure out where i was but it was in some department store...throwback to either 'mannequin' or 'career opportunities'...after hours with only half the lights on and barely anyone around.  but there was a small group of people...somehow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/116038841778960842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/116038841778960842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2006_10_08_archive.html#116038841778960842' title='devil in a blue dress'/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-115301238664885782</id><published>2006-07-15T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T21:13:06.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had a really weird fuckin' dream last night about going to someone's house or farm and they had all these weird animals.of note was this cute little black and pink pig that could talk!  it scared the shit outa me!  started just repeating "hi" and then ended up saying, "yeah, I can talk, you idiot."  but he was just joking around.  he was a very nice pig but just wanted to surprise me.and in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/115301238664885782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/115301238664885782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2006_07_09_archive.html#115301238664885782' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-113817405567861065</id><published>2006-01-25T02:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T02:27:35.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just need a pic host. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/113817405567861065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/113817405567861065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113817405567861065' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-113342978218024069</id><published>2005-12-01T04:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T04:36:22.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ghost from christmas past?i wanna start blogging my dreams again...i lreally like reading back to them and you know the funny thing?  reading them again, i remember them PERFECTLY....like they'd just happened.  what is it about dreams???either way...the last dream i actually remember having was about my old elementary school friend nate.  little background...we went to the same school, i THINK he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/113342978218024069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/113342978218024069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113342978218024069' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-111935499149189794</id><published>2005-06-21T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T07:56:31.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dream a little dream of me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/111935499149189794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/111935499149189794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111935499149189794' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-110131611555834667</id><published>2004-11-24T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T12:08:35.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Broke the fuck down.been a while since i posted a dream, but this one particularly bothered me....somehow...i wsa driving a friend's NSX.  if you don't know what an acura NSX is, it's a fuckin' MACHINE.  one'a the fastest production cars out there.  either way...i take this offramp (it's ALMOST the kilauea offramp...but not quite...such is most of the scenery in my dreams) and there's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/110131611555834667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/110131611555834667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110131611555834667' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-109515097265976176</id><published>2004-09-14T04:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T04:36:12.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haven't left one'a these in a while....this one was particularly disturbing.when i was in highschool...i used to have a whole lotta dreams about running.  from someone, something...who knows.  but i used to have a lot of them.  they never really scared me a whole lot...once i woke up that is...but i had them a lot.  i realized this afternoon that i really stopped having those...'cause i had one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/109515097265976176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/109515097265976176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109515097265976176' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-107601364615425559</id><published>2004-02-05T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T15:43:05.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>scariest dream EVERso i just had the worst nightmare of my life.  one good thing was that when i woke up i actually WOKE UP instead of going back to sleep....well....i got up after the third time.  i really am pretty masochistic sometimes, haha.either way, in my dream, jason was tearin' shit up. i mean TEARIN' SHIT UP.  the dream actually started in a mental hospital or something where a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/107601364615425559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/107601364615425559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107601364615425559' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-107143130277414523</id><published>2003-12-14T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T14:49:32.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lillyso i had a lotta weird dreams last night...but this was the last one and the only one i remember (although nowhere near the coolest one, i really hope i remember at least one other that's on the tip of my tongue).  either way....i was called into work to a job i quit last summer.  it was my internship at scharff weisberg.  BUT....it was with the people from my summer job this past summer (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/107143130277414523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/107143130277414523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107143130277414523' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-106912125492197198</id><published>2003-11-17T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T21:08:08.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>codythis dream had many tangents and random flippings....but i'll try and distill it down to the basis.i found myself in a house where i had three brothers, two younger (youngest cody, next brian), and one older (can't remember).  the funny thing was that the two younger brothers were complete white boys...and my older brother looked latino *shrugs*.either way, this dream was fuckin' SCARY </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/106912125492197198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/106912125492197198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106912125492197198' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-106731180233733482</id><published>2003-10-27T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T22:30:08.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aaaaayy mateyi had this dream last night but i got too busy to blob it.for those of you who follow, i've been thinking about being a pirate for halloween...johnny deppish pirate to be exact.  i was looking through a costume store with my sis around grand central a week ago and found a pretty good one...i know where it is.  the pirate idea, however, was pretty iffy until last night.  now it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/106731180233733482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/106731180233733482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106731180233733482' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-106689318745506839</id><published>2003-10-23T03:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T03:13:07.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gradesi dreamt i saw a list of my grades thus far and they were HORRIBLE!!!! hahaha.some were horribly off though, i'm positive.  i guess i'm just worried...do it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/106689318745506839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/106689318745506839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106689318745506839' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-106611922190218546</id><published>2003-10-14T04:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T04:13:41.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the crewand by the crew i mean my only two x-girlfriends, lindsay and candace.  i know i said i didn't want to talk about candace anymore but hey, it was a dream, i can't help those.  there's a line in some evanescence song that goes along the lines of, "but i can't control my dreams, but dream i do" about some poor schmuck that she can't forget or something.  either way, yeah.i'm walking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/106611922190218546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/106611922190218546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106611922190218546' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-95901175</id><published>2003-06-21T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T17:42:54.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>channingthis is the dream i dreamt after sleeping after waking up from that last one (you follow?).another skeleton of a memory, but i was dating this girl, and she came out with me and my brother to something like china town...only it was set in those hills where i was kidnapped to.  very weird.so this girl, her name is channing (i don't know and have never known a channing), is a cute </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/95901175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/95901175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95901175' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-95901032</id><published>2003-06-21T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T17:34:20.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuckedso this was an interesting dream....mostly 'cause it had to do with two good friends of mine fucking me over...i feel kind of bad for having the dream, but who knows what the subconscious says *shrugs* and i'd said i'd be as honest as i possibly could on this...so here goes.i'm not really sure how the dream starts out, but i get kidnapped....by six of my "closest friends".  i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/95901032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/95901032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95901032' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-95711927</id><published>2003-06-16T06:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T06:57:19.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cop carhaven't been here in a while...gotta work on burying lindsay ;)   (below)so last night i had this interesting dream that i was on the side of the road (not driving this time) and these two cars were driving side by side down a two lane highway (one lane each way)...the car on the wrong side of the road was some oldschool cop car.  i was on the edge of a beach...but it looked like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/95711927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/95711927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95711927' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-95260076</id><published>2003-06-03T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T20:04:58.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lindsayso i was reading someone else's blog this morning and there was a line about the wind giving her goosebumps on her legs...this immediately triggered my memory of a dream i had last night...kind of an odd trigger, but the girl in my dreams had just passed her not-shaving quota.  it wasn't like a sandpaper "i haven't shaved yet," but just barely; enough that i could tell, but not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/95260076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/95260076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95260076' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-95033056</id><published>2003-05-29T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T09:26:26.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>drivingso i was lying in front of the tv a little while ago and i was thinking about driving (i drove a lot today going all the way up to the north shore) and i dozed off lying down.  i carried my thought of driving into my subconscious and freaked out almost isntantly, jerking awake and on the lookout for my surroundings on the road...and i find only a tv...it really scared me.  i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/95033056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/95033056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95033056' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-94979933</id><published>2003-05-28T04:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T04:09:19.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>interesting scenarioso for some reason, i can't remember why nor how, i found myself in a situation where i was embarrassed to have unshaven balls.  and it wasn't like, some girl that just thought i should trim the bush or anything (or burn the bush), i can't remember what the hell i was doing but i have some vague recollection of something to do with a 'guy' conversation.  for some reason (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/94979933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/94979933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94979933' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-94352603</id><published>2003-05-14T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T18:06:28.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alpine ice skatingokay, i'm not really sure how this dream started out but i was lost in fuckin' LA or mexico or some godawful place with lots of sun....and i was on rollerblades, 'cause that's an obvious addition : )  either way, i remember roaming around the streets, trying to catch a bus and trying to figure out how the hell to get where i was trying to go....(not sure where that was)...i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/94352603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/94352603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94352603' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-93970011</id><published>2003-05-08T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T00:06:38.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>short'n sweeti don't remember the dream, but talking about alcohol this afternoon reminded me of it...i mentioned a 7-7 and stopped midsentence because i remembered....i'd had a dream last night about ordering  a 7-7 from a bartender in a tux.  that's all i remember.at least it's a consolation that even in dreams i have good taste ;)*sip*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/93970011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/93970011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93970011' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-93969941</id><published>2003-05-08T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T00:05:16.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ambient noiseso i was in jazz class last week sometime, and there's this IRRITATING fucking chirping coming out of an airconditioner or something in the ceiling....it really is fucking irritating.either way (the beginning to most dreams...), i fall asleep in class.  in my dream, there are these bees...and they make that IRRITATING FUCKING NOISE...obviously a good example of how chang says </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/93969941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/93969941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93969941' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-93969649</id><published>2003-05-08T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T00:00:28.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lindsayi had this dream a few days ago but kind of thought twice about posting it, but i doubt anyone who knows her will read it...so, if you don't know lindsay, she was my first girlfriend, back in senior year of high school.  i'd been head over heels for the girl for five years before that and she finally went for me...and i fell too hard and she bailed.  story never ended in my heart...*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/93969649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/93969649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93969649' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-91760391</id><published>2003-04-01T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T01:03:46.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's not really that i don't dream, or don't remember my dreams, it's that most of the time the things i remember are so fuckin' vague and undescribable that i don't think it's worh it to write them down.BUT, i JUST remembered a pretty cool one.  i was just talking to mikeliu about when we went to small's and i was telling him how i just downloaded a bunch of lester young's (amazing tenor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/91760391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/91760391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91760391' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-90547180</id><published>2003-03-11T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T17:21:50.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, i was watching 'the maxx' today 'cause i just downloaded the first (only?) thirteen episodes : )  either way, as i was watching it with liu, austin and tao, something was said about a dog that triggered my memory of a dream i'd had during a nap today.  funny how that happens, but all of a sudden i jumped and said holy shit or osmething....forgetting i wasn't alone.either way, in this dream</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/90547180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/90547180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90547180' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-89853015</id><published>2003-02-27T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T14:05:21.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh heh, i finally remembered another dream...rather weird one too.  somehow, i was in the mountains on some type of paved path type hike.  it branched off a number of directions going to these huge rock climbing points...a few of which just had these enormously long rope/chain ladders going up what musta' been about 500 yds. maybe?  i can't really judge by much except the size of the people (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/89853015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/89853015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89853015' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-89606021</id><published>2003-02-23T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T13:02:39.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rather thin, but weird, weird dream i woke up to.  i don't remember the details about the whole thing, but there's this girl, nobody i know.  cute, not to die for, but very cute.  for some reason though, this girl makes me feel SO stupid, but it's in a way that she's not trying to, she's just an amazing girl.  somewhere along the lines (i know it was justified, not just random), i think she's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/89606021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/89606021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89606021' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-89590677</id><published>2003-02-23T03:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T03:37:31.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah, so (if anybody's actually checking this) i've had a rather odd week in that i sleep very weird hours.  either way, i haven't remembered much about my dreams to really be interesting (i.e. even make an interesting story) so i've neglected this blog.  nonetheless, i WILL post on my other blob 'burn it off' when i do post a dream.  i promise you, it's not that i dream things i don't want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/89590677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/89590677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89590677' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-88962035</id><published>2003-02-12T02:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T02:51:31.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so to start off my dream blob, here's one i was woken up in the middle of this afternoon (i slept from 6:30am-1:00pm).first of all a bit of a background story:  there was this girl in high school, a year younger than me, who i was very good friends with.  and she was HOT.  now, my cute friend had a boyfriend of about a year and a half and....we were getting a bit too close for comfort now and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/88962035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/88962035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88962035' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042522.post-88954632</id><published>2003-02-11T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T23:36:11.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm going to start blobbing my dreams here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/88954632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042522/posts/default/88954632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subfire.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88954632' title=''/><author><name>but you're Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026868726750557233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_InLpWJ_J4jo/R1-55KcCzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmOt4OlfuQg/S220/Captain.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
