<?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-7802466</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:54:04.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moch Dove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465406825164529803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://moch.mmm-soft.com/dynamic/picture.jpg?image=12&amp;maxwidth=200'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802466.post-109465753234585181</id><published>2004-09-08T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T08:32:12.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slippin and Sliddin</title><content type='html'>I just had a cool dream where the way I got around was by sliding on my butt.  Everywhere I went, the ground was slick and had hardly any friction.  It was a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802466-109465753234585181?l=dreamymoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/feeds/109465753234585181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7802466&amp;postID=109465753234585181' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default/109465753234585181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default/109465753234585181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/2004/09/slippin-and-sliddin.html' title='Slippin and Sliddin'/><author><name>Moch Dove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465406825164529803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://moch.mmm-soft.com/dynamic/picture.jpg?image=12&amp;maxwidth=200'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802466.post-109362250092508929</id><published>2004-08-26T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T09:01:40.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ride on the underground railroad.</title><content type='html'>This is part of a dream that I can remember when I woke up this morning.  Basically the dream had led up to a point where I forced a plantation owner to give up his slaves.  At the moment he was about to release his slaves he said he changed his mind and packed them all onto a train and took off!  I was furious and I hopped on one of those manual hand rail cards and started to chase the train.  I was catching up with the train when the track led into a mountain.  This mountain, in my dream, was really a clock.  The railroad ran up and around on the cogs in the clock like a crazy roller coaster.  It was more than a roller coaster because the turning of the cogs caused the rails to move around and switch tracks while the train I was chasing and I were traveling on the rails.  It was a fast and furious race!  The train I was trying to catch up with derailed when it was trying to go around a small, fast cog and couldn't switch tracks quickly enough.  That is when I finally was able to reach the train.  That is all I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a ride worthy of any amusement park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802466-109362250092508929?l=dreamymoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/feeds/109362250092508929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7802466&amp;postID=109362250092508929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default/109362250092508929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default/109362250092508929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/2004/08/ride-on-underground-railroad.html' title='A ride on the underground railroad.'/><author><name>Moch Dove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465406825164529803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://moch.mmm-soft.com/dynamic/picture.jpg?image=12&amp;maxwidth=200'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802466.post-109284168505516342</id><published>2004-08-18T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T08:08:05.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream State</title><content type='html'>This isn't really about a particular dream this time.  This about a certain dream state that I find myself in maybe once every three months.  This is a state where you can only dream about one thing OVER AND OVER AND OVER again.  This is probably my least favorite state of all, because usually, like this morning, I force myself to stay awake instead of going back to sleep to have the same dream for the fiftyth time just to wake up a couple minutes later.  Rinse, Dry, Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This usually happens to me when I do something in excess.  Usually that something is thought intensive like programming, Database design, or a strategy or adventure game.  Then the dream is about some problem that I am having in that area and I can not solve it in my dream, I wake up and when I close my eyes again I am almost instantly greated again with the same, or a variotion of the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time I have ever been able to sleep again restfully is if I analyise my dream and find a solution to the problem.  Most of the time though the problem in my dream is abstract I can not think of any answer to the dream that will provide a resolution to the conflict in the dream.  Usually what I have to do is get whatever I have been doing out of my system by finishing it or exhausting myself so much that my nights are dreamless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried getting up for a while and waking myself up, drinking water, reading, taking my mind off of the matter, but nothing helps.  Does anyone else have this problem?  Does anyone else have a solution that works for them so they can get back to bed in short order?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802466-109284168505516342?l=dreamymoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/feeds/109284168505516342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7802466&amp;postID=109284168505516342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default/109284168505516342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default/109284168505516342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/2004/08/dream-state.html' title='Dream State'/><author><name>Moch Dove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465406825164529803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://moch.mmm-soft.com/dynamic/picture.jpg?image=12&amp;maxwidth=200'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802466.post-109163511582396951</id><published>2004-08-04T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T08:58:35.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play some Baseball</title><content type='html'>All right, this dream wasn't primarily about baseball at all.. like most dreams the events do not make to much sense.  It was more like watching a movie for most of the time.  Basically it started off with this family, a man and his wife and a child (young girl).  The man was a baseball player, for what team I don't know, and I don't know what position he played either.  This man, was a kind man but NO ONE liked him, he was clumsy and could not play baseball well anymore.  His team mates would always play pranks on him and these pranks would often make him delayed in coming home to his family.  So his wife was not to pleased with him either.  His wife was pretty, still young, bright blue eyes and dark blonde hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was me, I came in on the seen and I was not unlike this other man, but I was confident and I was very kind and I was very helpful.  I helped the wife get things done that she needed to do, I was supportive to her daughter, and I was a good friend to her husband and helped him out of the pranks that were put forth to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day though three things happened... His wife told me that she fell in love with me, and I told her that the feelings were mutual... the man's work called and told me they were going to fire him and wanted me to take his place.. and on my way to the baseball field I found the man, and another prank was being pulled...  He was buried up to his neck in grungy dirt.  I fought of the guys that were guarding him and went to find a shovel to dig him out, but then another guy came and used a hose to make the guy neck deep in mud.  At the moment I "lost" the shovel and I always found another excuse not to find the shovel or find to did the guy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm.... so I am not really going to analyze this until after work.  I'll put it in my comments... I have some interesting ideas about what this dream means to me.  Feel free to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802466-109163511582396951?l=dreamymoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/feeds/109163511582396951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7802466&amp;postID=109163511582396951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default/109163511582396951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default/109163511582396951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/2004/08/lets-play-some-baseball.html' title='Let&apos;s play some Baseball'/><author><name>Moch Dove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465406825164529803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://moch.mmm-soft.com/dynamic/picture.jpg?image=12&amp;maxwidth=200'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802466.post-109141651473502750</id><published>2004-08-01T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T20:18:11.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic #2: 434 23444 334 3944 I said let me tell you about my dream.</title><content type='html'>This dream is another "classic" that I had oh.... in '96 when I was 16. I call it the waking number dream. It happened after the first time I stayed awake for over 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine I was extremely tired after staying awake so long. I was at home and sitting in the family room on the couch when I just crashed and fell asleep... and then the dream begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't unusual at all except for the small fact everyone in my dream spOKe in numbers. It was ok though, because I could understand and communicate with them with a simple algorithm I could do in my head. It was cool. Except, then my dad woke me up in the waking world.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, and I WAS awake I am sure of it. Except one problem, whatever my dad was saying, I could only hear it numbers! The worst part about it was I forgot the algorithm oh that and I was hearing him speak numbers in the first place.... Apparently he wanted me to do something because he started yelling at me when I just kept staring at him trying to figure out if I was awake or not! So I left the family room and went to find something else to do. Fortunately after a couple minutes the numbers started turning into words again and every few words there would only be a few numbers, until everything was back to normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream actually crossed over into the waking rule for a substantial period of time!  The mind is amazing isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802466-109141651473502750?l=dreamymoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/feeds/109141651473502750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7802466&amp;postID=109141651473502750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default/109141651473502750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default/109141651473502750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/2004/08/classic-2-434-23444-334-3944-i-said.html' title='Classic #2: 434 23444 334 3944 I said let me tell you about my dream.'/><author><name>Moch Dove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465406825164529803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://moch.mmm-soft.com/dynamic/picture.jpg?image=12&amp;maxwidth=200'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802466.post-109134232249234569</id><published>2004-07-31T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T23:38:42.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic #1 - Clones Clones Clones (Send in the Clones)</title><content type='html'>This is a very old dream.  I believe I had this dream oh.... back in '92.  So that would make me around 12.  This dream, was disturbing, for me.  Basically, it's about clones... of one of my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream now, my mother was taking me to school along with my eldest sister (still younger than me) when all of the sudden I also saw her walking to school on the side of the road.  I got excited and exclaimed to my mom and sister what I saw, they were baffled.  I hopped out of my car and chased after my other sister, but when I was about to get to her I saw another one coming out of a store from across the street and another further along the street, in fact I saw a clear line of my sisters walking away from some place in the distance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went and followed this odd path with my sister(s) trying to get my attention and distract me, but I was persistent and I found them all coming out of a factory!  I sneaked into the factory and overheard, what appeared to me, a mad scientist shouting about how he is going to rule the world by overpopulating it with clones of my sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up then, as you realize, at my age, this was a nightmare and I still remember the dream.  Scarry huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802466-109134232249234569?l=dreamymoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/feeds/109134232249234569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7802466&amp;postID=109134232249234569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default/109134232249234569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default/109134232249234569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/2004/07/classic-1-clones-clones-clones-send-in.html' title='Classic #1 - Clones Clones Clones (Send in the Clones)'/><author><name>Moch Dove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465406825164529803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://moch.mmm-soft.com/dynamic/picture.jpg?image=12&amp;maxwidth=200'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802466.post-109120884253445338</id><published>2004-07-30T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T10:34:02.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urinal Pasta Pots and the Rule of Mice</title><content type='html'>The title almost says it all.  This is a bizarre dream about an innocent gathering of friends to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It starts when my best friends invite me to watch a movie over at a house they are house sitting for, they only are house sitting in the dream not in real life, I have never seen this house before.  They also invite some of their other friends and its a cool gathering, except there is a vital problem with the bathroom at this place.  For some reason the bathroom only functions by urinating in this dirty cooking pot, the pot is unwashed from last being used for some kind of pasta.  Oh, but it gets worst, for some reason my foot is stuck in this pot, and everyone has to use the bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the inconvient "bathroom breaks" we watch a movie about mice.  The movie starts with the mice discovering all "life" from the world is gone and they now rule it.  They build their society until quite unexpectedly it is ended by the return of the previous lifeforms of the world.  At the end of the movie you find out that this is a NIGHTLY occurence during the hours of which the lifeforms (humans) go to bed, and the world is a couple of rooms in a house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also something about Maniac Mansion about this dream, but I don't remember what.. I just get the impression.  The memories of the dream fade me, thank goodness, but I wish I could remember more about the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802466-109120884253445338?l=dreamymoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/feeds/109120884253445338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7802466&amp;postID=109120884253445338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default/109120884253445338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default/109120884253445338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/2004/07/urinal-pasta-pots-and-rule-of-mice.html' title='Urinal Pasta Pots and the Rule of Mice'/><author><name>Moch Dove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465406825164529803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://moch.mmm-soft.com/dynamic/picture.jpg?image=12&amp;maxwidth=200'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802466.post-109120825590177451</id><published>2004-07-30T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T10:24:15.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To dream, a chance to prove mental instability.</title><content type='html'>I have the ability to remember many dreams a night, or sometimes one long continuous dream.  I think that I should start keeping a dream journal to document all my weird and frightful dreams while they are fresh on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802466-109120825590177451?l=dreamymoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/feeds/109120825590177451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7802466&amp;postID=109120825590177451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default/109120825590177451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802466/posts/default/109120825590177451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamymoch.blogspot.com/2004/07/to-dream-chance-to-prove-mental.html' title='To dream, a chance to prove mental instability.'/><author><name>Moch Dove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465406825164529803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://moch.mmm-soft.com/dynamic/picture.jpg?image=12&amp;maxwidth=200'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
