<?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-21803901</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:50:46.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Rêve De Ma Vie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revedemavie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revedemavie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sazzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09803530364556873929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.faceparty.com/public/1414/images/sazzle_bpool_17481591.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21803901.post-114477407335740228</id><published>2006-04-11T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:47:53.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/827/1600/pride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/827/200/pride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803901-114477407335740228?l=revedemavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revedemavie.blogspot.com/feeds/114477407335740228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803901&amp;postID=114477407335740228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803901/posts/default/114477407335740228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803901/posts/default/114477407335740228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revedemavie.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sazzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09803530364556873929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.faceparty.com/public/1414/images/sazzle_bpool_17481591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21803901.post-113942958129813843</id><published>2006-02-08T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T12:13:01.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battling...</title><content type='html'>...my subconcious. I had a dream that I've had before, and I can't rememeber how the dream goes, but I know that it's not a very nice ending. So I started to fight the dream and make it end another way, because I knew what was going to happen. But I couldn't change things. It was kinda like when you watch a film again and you will the ending to be different, but it never is. But I was doing this while I was asleep, I wasn't awake, because a quick trip to the kitchen for water would have stopped the dream. But I wasn't watching the dream like a film, it was from the perspective of my eyes. Weird! Ah a bit of research later, I was having a &lt;a href="http://www.lucidity.com/LucidDreamingFAQ2.html"&gt;lucid dream&lt;/a&gt;. Now it makes sense, I guess! Very Vanilla Sky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803901-113942958129813843?l=revedemavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revedemavie.blogspot.com/feeds/113942958129813843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803901&amp;postID=113942958129813843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803901/posts/default/113942958129813843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803901/posts/default/113942958129813843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revedemavie.blogspot.com/2006/02/battling.html' title='Battling...'/><author><name>Sazzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09803530364556873929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.faceparty.com/public/1414/images/sazzle_bpool_17481591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21803901.post-113879315825002499</id><published>2006-02-01T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T03:28:42.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoplifter?</title><content type='html'>I was in Marks and Spencers and I knelt down to put something in my bag - a pair of nail clippers and the security guy got on his radio as I was going up the stairs, I heard him and another security guy came down the stairs at me. I just stopped and emptied my bag all over the floor, because I knew I'd done nothing wrong. The weird thing was, in my bag there were 3 bowling shoes, all different sizes, about 4 pairs of trainers nd a black and a white roll of cotton. Odd, very odd. Was like my bag belonged to Mary Poppins or something. Anyway, nothing came of it, and I woke up. Very confusing though: what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accusation: To dream that you are being accused of something, indicates that you are feeling guilty. It may also mean that you are having some doubts about yourself and the choices you are making&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: In general, shoes represent your approach to life. It suggests that you are well-grounded or that you are down to earth. It also represents your convictions about your beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;Bag: To dream of a bag full of junk, symbolizes that you are burdened with worries and problems; you have to find a way on unloading some of this load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... I'm still confused...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803901-113879315825002499?l=revedemavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revedemavie.blogspot.com/feeds/113879315825002499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803901&amp;postID=113879315825002499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803901/posts/default/113879315825002499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803901/posts/default/113879315825002499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revedemavie.blogspot.com/2006/02/shoplifter.html' title='Shoplifter?'/><author><name>Sazzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09803530364556873929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.faceparty.com/public/1414/images/sazzle_bpool_17481591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
