<?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-2914987472963706244</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:03:45.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Blue Moon</title><subtitle type='html'>A look into another world I can only access in my deepest sleep.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-552023400094272699</id><published>2011-05-16T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:06:21.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Religion, you're not supposed to give me nightmares....</title><content type='html'>A couple nights ago, I had one of those dreams where you're sleeping and when you try to wake up and move, you can't. It has to be one of the most traumatizing dreams to have and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was asleep in my bed facing the opposite wall to the bedroom door. My cat was laying right next to my head like she usually does and there was some music playing in the background, specifically &lt;a href="http://www.badreligion.com/"&gt;Bad Religion&lt;/a&gt;. All of a sudden my cat jumped up off the bed, then went under the bed to hide. I then started to hear footsteps coming up the stairs towards my room and a man's voice singing over the Bad Religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I tried to wake up so I could get up and hide myself but my body wouldn't move. I was stuck facing the opposite way and could feel the man standing over my bed behind me. I finally managed to wake myself up in real life to find my cat sleeping peacefully in her usual spot but could not get back to sleep the rest of the night. Definitely was a little unnerving... to say the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-552023400094272699?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/552023400094272699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=552023400094272699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/552023400094272699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/552023400094272699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2011/05/bad-religion-youre-not-supposed-to-give.html' title='Bad Religion, you&apos;re not supposed to give me nightmares....'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-7425024186585574559</id><published>2011-05-10T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T08:06:20.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Mr. Security Guard</title><content type='html'>It all started out in Florida. I was driving around some town just before dark. As I went to turn on my headlights, something shorted out in the &lt;a href="http://www.nissanusa.com/xterra/"&gt;xTerra&lt;/a&gt; I was driving and my lights would not turn on. I stopped on the side of the road and realized I would need to replace both headlights with brand new ones. I guess I couldn't get the car to start back up without working headlights so I had to park it in some old abandoned condo garage. I started to walk down the road to try and find an auto shop and noticed a security guard a little ways off in the distance. He noticed me walking alone and started towards me. When he finally caught up with me, he asked me what I was doing out by myself in this neighborhood (apparently it wasn't the best place to be by yourself, especially being a woman and all). I told him about my situation and he told me he would walk with me and help me find somewhere to replace the lights. This security guard just so happened to be the INCREDIBLY GORGEOUS lifeguard I saw the other day at &lt;a href="http://www.ci.austin.tx.us/parks/bartonsprings.htm"&gt;Barton Springs Pool&lt;/a&gt;. :swoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daydreams.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the dream. We started walking down the road and came up to an &lt;a href="http://www.autozone.com/autozone/"&gt;AutoZone&lt;/a&gt;. Went inside and they did not have the lights I needed so we kept wandering on down the road. The sexy security guard and I must have gone to at least five different stores until he told me to take a seat and he would find the lights for me (I was exhausted at this point and we just so happened to be by a hotel so I went inside and sat at the bar while I waited for him to come back). What seemed like 45 minutes or so, he came back through the door with two headlights and we started back to where I parked. For some reason, the both of us got completed turned around and could not find the garage. After what seemed like a few hours, we finally found my car and replaced the headlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene then changed and the security guard and I were flying over Florida in a small airplane. I guess he had his pilots license and his own airplane?? I told him I would need to head back to Austin, TX soon so he started to take the plane down to land. He ended up landing it BACKWARDS and in this huge hanger. It was really awkward haha. I ended up moving down to Florida, but only stayed for two weeks because I absolutely hated it and decided to head back to Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene then changed again and I was performing in a carnival. I had this really cool &lt;a href="http://www.astralhoops.com/"&gt;LED hoop&lt;/a&gt; that would change with the music along with a regular large hoop. After the show, I was standing on the side of the stage talking with &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/djmercedes"&gt;DJ Mercedes&lt;/a&gt; (she's a DJ who lives in LA I randomly met at the Big 4 Concert in Palm Springs last month). The security guard had told me he wanted to come up to Austin so DJ Mercedes and I were trying to convince him to go for it. He kept saying how nervous he was so I told him I would protect him. LMAO.... Silly Noelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I woke up after that. Poop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-7425024186585574559?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7425024186585574559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=7425024186585574559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7425024186585574559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7425024186585574559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-mr-security-guard.html' title='Hello Mr. Security Guard'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-2390128039256565984</id><published>2011-03-28T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T09:35:58.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driver, I have to go!!</title><content type='html'>There were four of us traveling across the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://halfpastawesome.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Desert-Highway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 150px;" src="http://halfpastawesome.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Desert-Highway.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United States (I think) in a large white van. We (using nicknames here); Twitch, Dot, Laser, the driver and myself, kept driving through the middle of no where. It was strange because we kept coming up on these REALLY nice housing developments in the middle of the desert. I remember being incredibly confused since there was absolutely nothing out there except these houses. Not a single store, bank, gas station... nothing... just desert and cacti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitch and Dot were discussing how sick Twitch would get if she smoked too much marijuana and I was trying to convince the driver to pull over because I had to use the restroom. He would "accidentally" miss each exit for a rest stop and refused to pull over to the side of the road to let me relieve myself. WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laser sat in the back of the van laughing uncontrollably the whole time while making snide comments at Twitch and myself for being girls and complaining about our current situation. HE WOULD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-2390128039256565984?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2390128039256565984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=2390128039256565984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/2390128039256565984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/2390128039256565984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2011/03/driver-i-have-to-go.html' title='Driver, I have to go!!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-7337251114652204659</id><published>2011-03-23T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T07:43:42.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying High in the Sky</title><content type='html'>The dream started out in some kind of military college camp out in the middle of no where. For some reason I was being punished so they had me strapped to this large table in the middle of this huge house. I was by myself for what seemed like forever and could see other people outside doing military drills (running, going through obstacle courses, etc). I remember feeling incredibly lonely at first, but then this man came into the house and released me from the table. He was apparently my other half and we were deeply in love. As soon as he released me from the table, I wrapped myself in his arms and didn't let go for what seemed like days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene changed and I was sitting there looking incredibly grief stricken and lost. Someone had kidnapped my love and I was determined to find him. Luckily, my subconscious gave me the ability to fly (yessssss). I flew all over the world looking for this man, from Alaska down to the Caribbean with absolutely no luck. At one point, I was so high in the sky I could see the whole world under me. I was pointing out to whoever I was flying with that I had been up to Alaska and all the way down to the Caribbean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I never did find the man I loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-7337251114652204659?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7337251114652204659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=7337251114652204659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7337251114652204659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7337251114652204659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2011/03/flying-high-in-sky.html' title='Flying High in the Sky'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-6693070572287150003</id><published>2011-03-21T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T12:06:52.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again, Around the Bend</title><content type='html'>I was in some kind of video world going around counter-clockwise on an oval track. Every time I would make it around a certain point, the scenery around the track would change. One moment I would be surrounded by a vast green forest, the next a rainforest and waterfalls, so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was going around this neverending track, two foreigners (I couldn't place where they were from) along with another aquaintance I know in my waking life kept aggravating me. I remember standing there, going around this oval track and bitching at them, in turn causing a huge scene. Eventually, a cop came out of no where and put me under arrest. Instead of taking me to jail like a normal cop, he placed me in this cell that ventured around the track with everyone else. I was in front of the crowd so everyone could see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.elliegoulding.com/splash/"&gt;Ellie Goulding&lt;/a&gt;, who just so happens to be one of my favorite artists who I missed at &lt;a href="http://sxsw.com/"&gt;SXSW&lt;/a&gt; this year, was supposed to play a show. She ended up setting up shop right in front of my cell and began to sing. I remember finally starting to feel a sense of calm and tranquility as soon as I heard the music. The cop realized this and decided to let me out so I could continue to enjoy Ellie's music as she continued with her show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two foreign guys who were harrasing me earlier in the dream came up behind me. One of them threw up all over me while the other began to try and throw me off the edge of the track, which would have killed me since the track seemed to be high in the sky with nothing but darkness beneath. I felt incredibly frightened in this moment and sat there screaming and fighting for my life until I woke up in a cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a long time to fall back asleep after waking up from this dream... This is the second dream in a row people have attacked me... What does it all mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-6693070572287150003?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6693070572287150003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=6693070572287150003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6693070572287150003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6693070572287150003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2011/03/once-again-around-bend.html' title='Once Again, Around the Bend'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-5655072565629583336</id><published>2011-03-11T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T09:08:33.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scribbled Emotions</title><content type='html'>I ran into my ex-boyfriend Nick while I was out walking around in my dream (I can't remember where I was when I saw him) and decided I would try and make things right since him and I didn't exactly have a friendly breakup. He wanted to sit down and video tape us while we discussed what had happened and told me he eventually wanted to make a video on violence in relationships. All I could do was laugh since him and I really didn't have a physically violent relationship and I wasn't really sure what he was trying to imply.... however, I suppose I could describe the mental anguish both of us suffered as being violent in some form or another (especially since it obviously still torments me to a point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick ended up getting offended and left... He showed up at my house later on with his new girlfriend, who happened to be my buddy Eric's best friend in Omaha, NE, and another guy who I've never seen before. Long story short, this girl has issues with other women, she's overly protective and really doesn't give a shit about anyone or anything. She started talking a bunch of nonsense to me to start drama so I told them to get the hell out of my house. Once outside I locked them out and the girl continued to yell and scream obsenities at me so I threw a glass full of cranberry juice at her head. Of course the girl got pissed and they started to break into my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the cops just as they broke through the door. I was able to mace the two men before the girl pushed me into a closet and started to beat the hell out of me. I was still on the phone with the police so they could hear all of the commotion go on as it occured. The girl finally got off of me and the three started to run just as the cops showed up to arrest them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I remember was watching a TV crew set up camp to do a news report as I collapsed on my living room floor balling my eyes out as the choas of the police surrounded me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-5655072565629583336?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5655072565629583336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=5655072565629583336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/5655072565629583336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/5655072565629583336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2011/03/scribbled-emotions.html' title='Scribbled Emotions'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-853125396233354095</id><published>2011-03-01T10:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:04:30.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A War With No Sides</title><content type='html'>I was unfortunately, lucky enough to be caught in the middle of a war with no meaning in the dream I had last night. I wasn't sure if I was fighting for the right side, whether there was a right side or not, and I couldn't figure out just what we were fighting for. There is only one scene I remember and it reminded me of a sick morbid game, kind of like one of those life and death games off the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0387564/"&gt;SAW movies&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were about five of us "soldiers" standing around an old abandoned car. One of our soldiers had been shoved inside the car door, where the window rolls up and down into. Obviously, it was an impossible situation as no living person could really fit into a car door without being cut up into a million different pieces. We were given rules on how we could get him out of the door. They were simple and short: Move him or the door the wrong way and he dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, so how the hell do we even start? Another soldier and myself decided we would risk everything and try to get our comrade out of the door... We got him about halfway out before my stupid alarm clock who destroys every good thing about sleep woke me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-853125396233354095?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/853125396233354095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=853125396233354095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/853125396233354095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/853125396233354095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2011/03/war-with-no-sides.html' title='A War With No Sides'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-9153845008597072685</id><published>2011-02-28T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T10:58:16.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go Tucson!!</title><content type='html'>Last night's dream began down in Tucson, Arizona... For those who don't know where it is, it's about an hour and a half South of Phoenix, Arizona. I had gone down there for some random party at a friends house. Sunday finally arrived and I had planned on wandering home sometime in the early afternoon. Unfortunately, every time I tried to hop in the car and head back, someone would prevent me from driving off... Either because I had forgotten something or they needed me to bring an item back to Phoenix for them. I remember being incredibly aggravated since I wanted to be gone already but continued to be stalled and finally acquired another passenger. It was actually a friend of mine from Dallas and she seemed to be the only person in the dream that wasn't irritating the hell out of me. I was moody none the less and apologized to her for my short temper. There was this guy in the dream who would continuously give me orders trying to boss my around. I wasn't surprised to see him as a form of authority given our past in real life. Long story short, him and I do not see eye to eye whatsoever and tend to avoid one another when we find ourselves in the same vicinity. Blah he makes me mad. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to drop all of this stuff at some lake about 45 minutes North of Phoenix so not only was I aggravated I was late on heading out, but I had to drive an additional 45 minutes to empty the contents of my bright yellow car. Finally, after what seemed like another "hour" in my dream, I was ready to head out with a car full of random clothes, a good friend and my old roommates cat (WTF?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a bit of trouble sleeping so I woke up right as we took off from Tucson... I wonder what I would have found at the lake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-9153845008597072685?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9153845008597072685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=9153845008597072685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/9153845008597072685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/9153845008597072685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2011/02/let-go-tucson.html' title='Let go Tucson!!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-3245986441132270534</id><published>2011-02-24T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T08:56:07.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream within a Dream - A Waking Life Moment</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen the movie, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0243017/"&gt;Waking Life&lt;/a&gt;? It's basically about a young man who continues waking up in a dream within a dream gaining lessons about the universe and life itself. It's actually incredibly well written and informative so if you haven't seen it... I recommend checking it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the dream I had last night was a direct copy of what was going on during the movie. I kept waking up in a dream within a dream. I would wander around endlessly trying to figure out the point of it all by talking to any random person I came in contact with but all I got in return was a philosophical outlook on life. I would ask questions, how, why, what's all this about?? Never getting a straight answer in return. This went on throughout the entire dream until my alarm clock went off this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I do not remember any specific vocabulary so it's difficult for me to gauge what it all means. There weren't any apparent symbols or words that stood out. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-3245986441132270534?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3245986441132270534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=3245986441132270534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/3245986441132270534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/3245986441132270534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-within-dream-waking-life-moment.html' title='Dream within a Dream - A Waking Life Moment'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-730491910517208555</id><published>2011-02-23T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T08:48:46.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chased by a Pterodactyl</title><content type='html'>Say what?? Yup... you know, those crazy huge flying reptiles who reigned over the skies millions of years ago? If you have never had the chance to get up close and personal with the skeleton of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pterosaur"&gt;pterodactyl&lt;/a&gt;, I would highly recommend finding a museum or a place with one on display. They're incredibly impressive and I can't even imagine standing next to one when they were alive. HUUUUUGGGGEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... on to my dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old friend of mine, Whitney and I, decided to go hiking deep within these beautiful woods one early afternoon. During our wanderings we came upon a huge skeleton of an ancient pterodactyl. After examining the large flying reptile for a few moments we decided to head off in another direction. As we were walking away, the skeleton came to life and began towards us. Of course we ran like hell and came upon a giant quad in the middle of the woods. Perfecto! With the pterodactyl close on our heels we hopped on the quad and went for it. I was driving with Whitney on the back keeping tabs on where the skeleton was. We finally made it back into town and found shelter in a large warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene changed and I found myself in the middle of a wedding reception area. I recognized the only other man there as a direct competitor of the catering business Whitney and I ran (in the dream of course). I felt an incredibly negative vibe coming off of him and decided to figure out what was going on so I asked him. He was surprised to see me alive and said I was lucky to have survived the "wrath of his power" (lolz) and went on to tell me how he was trying to make Whitney and I disappear so he could take over all of our business. Unfortunately, or fortunately, my alarm went off after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of the dream doesn't make any sense to me but the whole being chased by a big ass hungry dinosaur does relate to my waking life in some form or another. Being chased by a dinosaur stems from a fearfulness of being useless or no longer needed which pretty much hit's the nail right on the head. I've been feeling this way for a couple of weeks now. I don't think I am going to go into detail here just because I may get myself into a little trouble if I dig into it so I'll leave it at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-730491910517208555?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/730491910517208555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=730491910517208555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/730491910517208555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/730491910517208555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2011/02/chased-by-pterodactyl.html' title='Chased by a Pterodactyl'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-7824754948427686855</id><published>2011-02-02T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:13:19.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slower Traffic, Keep Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/TUm61ygj7-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/HFp4ra3e688/s1600/slower-traffic-keep-right.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/TUm61ygj7-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/HFp4ra3e688/s200/slower-traffic-keep-right.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569187847474507746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed an interesting trend in the dreams I've had recently. I've been incredibly lethargic, slow moving and sometimes asleep during certain parts of dreams. This got me thinking; what does this mean since the majority of scenes in these dreams do not make sense what so ever. Everything is so abstract and forever changing, pushing me to focus on how I actually FEEL during these dreams rather than whats going on around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this sluggish tendency I have been having actually mean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to dreammoods.com and a few various other sources (friends, own knowledge, random dream books I have)... there are several things to think about. To make this easier, I will tear it down into specific instances within a dream and what I was feeling at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My older sister, two others and myself were on our way to some tackle shop/liquor store (weird combo I know). They were constantly having to slow down and even stop to wait up for me. I kept feeling incredibly exhausted and could barely keep up with them. All I wanted to do was sleep and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get my body to move any quicker. If you feel tired in your dream, it is supposed to suggest how I really feel in my waking life; emotionally drained and stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My co-worker was getting married at my mothers house. I fell asleep before the ceremony began and accidentally slept through the whole thing. Upon waking up in my dream, I still felt sleepy and had a hard time moving around, almost like I was moving in slow motion. Several emotions stem from this as I was ASLEEP in my dream, SLEEPY and MOVING IN SLOW MOTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream you are sleeping can suggest a peace of mind but it could also mean I am ignorant of the conditions around me, which I was in the dream, but what of my waking life? This also goes along with death; pushing for renewal and/or a new beginning. The sleepiness in my dream is telling me I am letting an opportunity pass me by but I could be missing some important information I need in order to make a decision. Last but not least, to dream I am moving in slow motion implies I have a feeling of anxiousness, powerless or frustration. I may be going through some tough issues that are causing stress, giving me a feeling of immobilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've laid it out... I have a better understanding of what my dreams are actually trying to tell me. I've been thinking about making a life-changing decision the last couple of months on whether I should join the military or not. Weighing the pros and cons, talking to those in the military or have been before, benefits and what I need to do in order to be ready for this... Aaaand I just don't think I am ready to make the decision right now, which in turn is causing me a bit of frustration since I'm technically running out of time (more on this later). Luckily, I have another six months or so before I really need to make up my mind sooooo hopefully learning my stress because of this is causing me to dream this nonsense, I will be a little more aware of my feelings on the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-7824754948427686855?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7824754948427686855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=7824754948427686855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7824754948427686855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7824754948427686855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2011/02/slower-traffic-keep-right.html' title='Slower Traffic, Keep Right'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/TUm61ygj7-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/HFp4ra3e688/s72-c/slower-traffic-keep-right.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-7773828592536533988</id><published>2011-01-21T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:10:31.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mischevious Flying Men!</title><content type='html'>The dream I had last night was in third person so I was just sitting back watching all of this happen instead of being involved in any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two men with these GORGEOUS black feathered wings, just like those in the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1038686/"&gt;Legion&lt;/a&gt; (I watched the movie last night, so of course something from the movie showed up in my dream, I am just glad it didn't turn into an Apocalypse nightmare!). I cannot remember what the people in the dream called these two men but I know they were annoyed by them since one of the guys loved to mess with large celebrations going on. If there was a parade or some large concert, the two guys would group up and do whatever they could to disrupt the performance just for laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After messing with the wrong person, the two flying men were captured and sent far out to sea where they were supposed to meet their deaths by being eaten by two very large great white sharks. They were standing on some kind of floating dock that looked similar to the letter "c". The sharks began to jump out of the water trying to eat each of the men. The two flying men jumped in the water, grabbed the dock and started swimming incredibly fast in a circle. The sharks continued to try and grab the men but were unable. All of the sudden, the two men were shot into the sky high enough where their wings were given enough time to dry off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They immediately began the long trek back into land where a large ticker tape parade was going on for the man who sent the two flying devils out to sea to die. The two men disappeared behind a large curtain to plan how they were going to disrupt this celebration when the damn alarm clock went off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must it always go off right before the good parts?? Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-7773828592536533988?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7773828592536533988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=7773828592536533988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7773828592536533988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7773828592536533988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2011/01/mischevious-flying-men.html' title='Mischevious Flying Men!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-523410638472854670</id><published>2011-01-20T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T09:57:12.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not even sure what to call this one...</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday I underwent a tonsillectomy in order to remove a deadly abscess that had been growing on my left tonsil. Because of this, I was given pain medication which in turn has caused me to have the most incredible, yet awkward dreams. Unfortunately, I can only remember this one but I promise to post new ones as I remember them. Not quite sure why this one stands out more than the others I've had but maybe it could mean its' meaning might be a little more important to my waking life?? Who knows, but anyways, I'll quit boring you with my jabbering and get on with the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first scene started on a beautiful beach, possibly somewhere in California (it looked like some high class LA beach)?? There was a group of us standing near the water line watching two whales jumping in and out of the water. These whales in particular looked like a mixture between a swordfish and a dolphin but they were most definitely whales as the people surrounding me where calling them such. Unfortunately, I cannot remember the particular name they were using. Anyways, the whales got dangerously close to the shore and ended up beaching themselves during one of their high jumps out of the water. A group of us decided we needed to try and get them back into the water and worked for a long time trying to push them back to sea. Finally we were successful and watched the whales swim far back out to sea... apparently learning their lesson jumping out so close to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I was still on the beach for the next part of the dream, but I can't remember exactly. There were these three gorgeously handsome men trying to get me to go out on dates with them. Of course, each and every single one of them was way jealous of the other two and would try and do things to piss off the others such as trying to kiss me, grab my hand or some other form of affection in front of them. One of them was David Boreanaz, except he was even BETTER looking than he is now. One of the others was another famous person, but I cannot remember for the life of me who it was, possibly Jude Law?? The third guy was just some incredibly handsome man I have never seen before (but in reality apparently I have since characters in dreams are supposedly composed of people who have seen in real life, even people you are crossing in the street).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make up my mind so I decided to go on a couple of dates with all of them to try and get a sense of who I believed would make a great companion. One day while wandering around the town by myself, a jealous woman came out of no where and attacked me. Apparently she didn't want me near any of these men. I'm not quite sure who she was or why she decided it would be a good idea to beat me up in the middle of the street but she did and I determined I would not let her get away with her unwarranted violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was in a movie watching this happen for the remainder of the dream (everything in the beginning was first person experience). I saw myself diving into a river that eventually led into the center of town where a large colleseum stood. Some large show was going on as there were a ton of people crowding outside to get in. After I got out of the river, I was immediately dry and wearing a really nice outfit. I stood near the entrance and started to sing, I guess trying to make enough money to make it into the show. I knew the girl was in there and I knew this would be my only chance to gain revenge on her. But of course, before anything else happened my alarm clock went off. FAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting detail about this dream were the outfits. I felt like I was in some early 90's drama flick. hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-523410638472854670?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/523410638472854670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=523410638472854670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/523410638472854670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/523410638472854670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-not-even-sure-what-to-call-this-one.html' title='I&apos;m not even sure what to call this one...'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-7821069810601568048</id><published>2010-12-15T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T08:57:59.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster Afterlife</title><content type='html'>There have always been different beliefs on what happens when you die... I've always wondered myself, do people really go to Heaven or Hell, or are they reincarnated as someone or something else?? I really have NO idea but apparently my subconsciousness believes you're escorted to a place similar to Heaven or Hell on a roller coaster ride. (badass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure where I was or when, everything in my dream was so different than anything I know in my waking world... This included the way the buildings were made, the type of people around, the way people spoke and how life and death came together. I guess you could call me some sort of grim reaper since that is exactly what I was playing the part of in last night's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, I feel the world I was in was some sort of half way world between Earth and the afterlife. It's not like anyone was "dead" but they were and it was my job to direct them to the correct roller coaster. Those who did well in their lives who didn't go on nutty rampages or kill anyone went one way, while the "mistakes" went the other... That's right, we called the bad people "mistakes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would direct both types of people to their respected coasters by grabbing a group of them and loading them onto the ride. I would make sure everyone was buckled in and would use some sort of magic to start the ride. Of course, I would be on the ride myself and we would head off into a beautiful light moving up, down and side to side (the ride itself was actually incredibly fun). Once we reached the end of the "tunnel" I would direct those on the ride out and disappear back to the half way world. This routine was the same for both Heaven and Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job however, did not end there... I was in charge of looking after all of those still wandering around the half way world to make sure they didn't get into any sort of trouble. At one point, I remember picking an old man up off the floor who had fallen down some stairs. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes, completely oblivious what was going on around him. I placed him in some sort of carrier that looked incredibly similar to the harness in Silence of the Lambs - you know, the one Hannibal Lector is strapped into while they move him to another prison. I rolled the old man into a large room and sat him down on a over sized chair and told him not to worry, everything would be alright in about two hours (that's when he got to ride to Heaven). He continued to cry but gave me a large hug and whispered "thank you" into my ear... Then I woke up. Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-7821069810601568048?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7821069810601568048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=7821069810601568048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7821069810601568048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7821069810601568048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2010/12/roller-coaster-afterlife.html' title='Roller Coaster Afterlife'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-7608645295920772816</id><published>2010-05-28T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T06:27:48.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings And Losing Loved Ones</title><content type='html'>It is safe to say I definitely had a nightmare last night.... :: sigh ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who... It started off getting ready for my co-workers upcoming wedding. Everything was pretty much a disaster, I forgot my dress, then my shoes and so on so fourth. All of the other brides maids were ready to go, they were just waiting on me to finally get my act together. I was also distracted because I had been waiting on my sister and her best friend to finally arrive as they had been driving from Arizona to attend the wedding. My mom finally showed up but I knew immediately that something was wrong since she was in obvious distraught. She pulled me to the side and gave me some terrible news - my sister and her friend had gotten in a car accident and they didn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was torn apart, literally. I couldn't focus, talk or do anything to control my sobs of sorrow. I ended up leaving the wedding before it even began and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure this would have turned into something incredibly worse but I was woken up by a roommates friend busting into my room to use my bathroom... As much as this pisses me off, I am glad he did so at that point in time. I couldn't bear the loss of another loved on, even if it was only a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-7608645295920772816?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7608645295920772816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=7608645295920772816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7608645295920772816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7608645295920772816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2010/05/weddings-and-losing-loved-ones.html' title='Weddings And Losing Loved Ones'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-8335066547623112828</id><published>2010-03-25T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T07:16:49.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Cruise, You're A Doll</title><content type='html'>The first thing I remember was riding my bike around trying to catch up to my mother who was about a mile ahead of me down this trail. All of a sudden I am flying in the air on my bike and my mother along with a group of five other people are below me. I freaked out and started falling out of the sky towards the group of people below. I screamed at them to move then BAM! I hit hard and could not move at all... I vividly remember screaming for my mom when she finally came to my side and told me everything would be OK as she had already called for help. We sat there for a couple of minutes - I was having issues breathing and mom was trying to calm me down - needless to say, it really wasn't working. I was bleeding everywhere, my arm was surely broken and I know I did something to my back because I could not move my legs with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the distance I heard a helicopter and finally spotted it a few moments later. It landed about 1000 feet from where I lay. A group of tall, handsome men got out and ran towards me. My vision had gone blurry at this point and I knew I was going to pass out at any moment. One of the air medics came into vision and started talking to me in a very calm voice. I looked up at his face and realized it was Tom Cruise. Rawr. Anyways, back to the point... He continued to keep my eyes on his face while the rest of his team started to treat my injuries. I remember feeling a sense of calmness and finally quit freaking out so I wouldn't go into shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tom Cruise for being a doll and calming me down.... I would have hated to wake up shaking or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-8335066547623112828?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8335066547623112828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=8335066547623112828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/8335066547623112828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/8335066547623112828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2010/03/tom-cruise-youre-doll.html' title='Tom Cruise, You&apos;re A Doll'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-7041661481909782125</id><published>2010-03-24T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:00:33.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Peterson! You turned into Will Ferrell!</title><content type='html'>I bought this car from an old friend I knew back in Phoenix that wasn't exactly working right so my dear friend Bird Peterson told me he would fix it up for me. After he was finished I guess I decided I needed to go home and study for a math test that was coming up (I actually have a test on Saturday haha). As he was walking me outside the outer form of him turned into Will Farrell and started doing this funky dance around the driveway. I was laughing so hard I woke up giggling this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-7041661481909782125?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7041661481909782125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=7041661481909782125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7041661481909782125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7041661481909782125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2010/03/bird-peterson-you-turned-into-will.html' title='Bird Peterson! You turned into Will Ferrell!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-1529908519259309912</id><published>2010-03-02T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:15:00.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to me... err my twin??</title><content type='html'>A good question I was never able to answer in a dream I had a couple of days ago. I felt as if I was watching a movie as I was not actually involved in any part of what was going on. I sat there and watched this story unfold - the whole plot had to do with this female (me) who had disappeared without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with my other self, another female and a male hanging out in a car parked in a dark garage. They were the only ones in there and it looked as if they were doing something illegal, maybe taking drugs?? I couldn't really tell from where I was watching to know for sure. Suddenly, another car comes out of no where, parks next to the other car and a few people emerge. I can't see their faces nor make out any kind of distinguishing character - which was a little scary to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a negative wave come over me when two of them looked my way with their black expressionless faces. It was almost as if they knew I was watching them, even though I wasn't in the room at all. Weird. One of the expressionless men or whatever it was leaned down into the other car, exchanged some words then they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next "scene" was a flashback of this girl who looked exactly like me, but was not me, smiling and having a great time with friends before wandering into a red sports car with a man I had not seen earlier in the dream. The scene was then cut down to the police station where a few officers were sitting around a white board trying to figure out exactly what happened, who this girl was, where did she go and who was she with... No one knew a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-1529908519259309912?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1529908519259309912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=1529908519259309912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/1529908519259309912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/1529908519259309912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-happened-to-me-err-my-twin.html' title='What happened to me... err my twin??'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-1236240887431970656</id><published>2010-02-25T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:46:14.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quading over Lake Travis</title><content type='html'>That's right, I was on a floating quad wandering around Lake Travis in my dream last night. I was with a good friend of mine who owns a condo right on the lake out here... He had a couple of Polaris quads with those sand tires on them (apparently you can float on water if you have those on... O_o). Anyways, we pretty much just ran around on the lake on those for a good while then I woke up to the dreaded alarm clock. ::sigh:: I hate mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take a minute to talk about a dream I had earlier this week as well that I never got around to posting about... I think it was on Monday night or something. Anywho, there was a small dog, maybe a Pomeranian who came out of nowhere barking at me and wagging its tail in an incredibly violent manner. It was trying to scare me away from something - not quite sure what. The weird thing about the dog was it was no ordinary dog, this dog had a bright blue body, bright red neck and face with these piercing fire gold eyes. Creepy... just creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-1236240887431970656?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1236240887431970656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=1236240887431970656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/1236240887431970656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/1236240887431970656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2010/02/quading-over-lake-travis.html' title='Quading over Lake Travis'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-109218579283498219</id><published>2010-02-19T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:21:46.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turned into an ostrich?</title><content type='html'>That's right kids, I totally turned into an ostrich last night. I cannot remember how the dream began but suddenly I was a flightless bird going undercover to try and catch some bad guys from doing something horrible (I couldn't tell you what). The dream ended with a friend and myself in an upstairs room alone with two men, one much shorter than I (I am 5'9") and the other much taller. It was really weird and damn my alarm for waking me up before it ended... I really wanted to see what was going to happen next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-109218579283498219?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109218579283498219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=109218579283498219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/109218579283498219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/109218579283498219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2010/02/turned-into-ostrich.html' title='Turned into an ostrich?'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-60329335318597404</id><published>2010-02-11T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:07:47.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Dream of Marriage</title><content type='html'>Except this time, it was an arranged marriage. The only part of the situation I can recall is I was in some kind of camp and the only way for me to get out and survive was to marry one of the high lords.... I ended up marrying him and it turned out to be not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about that, another dream about marriage?? Two dreams in one week about a similar thing, now there must be something going on. I thought about it for awhile and figured out exactly what my dream last night meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An arranged marriage is supposed to symbolize that I am feeling forced or have no voice in a situation in my waking life and well I will be damned, I sure as hell am stuck in the middle of a triangle of lies, drama and hate - not really involving me but those around... ::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to figure out what to do about it because standing behind the scenes seems to just pull me into it even further... WTF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-60329335318597404?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/60329335318597404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=60329335318597404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/60329335318597404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/60329335318597404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-dream-of-marriage.html' title='Another Dream of Marriage'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-6549991568560331057</id><published>2010-02-09T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:51:03.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you Alarm Clock....</title><content type='html'>I had a dream I married the man of my dreams last night.... and just about when he was going to ravish me, the damn alarm clock wakes me up... Seriously alarm clock, SERIOUSLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a good dream in a long time - mostly nightmares that I cannot remember or I haven't been able to sleep at all; thank you insomnia. I recently started taking Melatonin on a daily basis to try and help with the sleepless nights... Hopefully it helps and I can update this blog here more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, back to the dream last night. Via dreammoods.com: &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;To       see a marriage in your dream, signifies commitment, harmony or transitional       period.       You are undergoing an important developmental phase in your life.        The dream may also represent the unification of formerly separate or opposite       aspects of yourself.  In particular, it is the union of masculine or feminine aspects of yourself. Consider       the qualities and characteristics of the person that you are marrying.       These are the qualities that you need to look at incorporating within       yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thought about this for quite awhile today and I still cannot think of a good reason why I had this dream... There might not even need to be a reason at all other than just another random thought of mine (since I have been dating and all). To elaborate, the man I married was a very caring and passionate person who was honest, reliable and easy to get along with - all characteristics I feel I obtain as well. So... I am not thinking it had anything to do with incorporating these things within myself.... But uh, I have gone on a number of crap dates lately so I have pretty much come to the conclusion this dream was a longing for a good man to come into my life, even if him and I only become good friends... it would be nice to find someone to share life with at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-6549991568560331057?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6549991568560331057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=6549991568560331057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6549991568560331057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6549991568560331057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2010/02/damn-you-alarm-clock.html' title='Damn you Alarm Clock....'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-5616419197613143920</id><published>2010-01-21T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T07:01:37.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking Landlord.. Seriously.</title><content type='html'>So, in the dream I had last night... I was riding around in a golf cart with my new landlord. He was telling me stories about his tenants and then realized he had forgot to pick up rent for at least half of them in the beginning of the month. At first, I figured this was a good thing, but in all reality - it really sucks for us tenants paying rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure this all came about because I paid first month's rent for the new place more than a week ago and the dude still hasn't cashed the check. Now I am highly annoyed because I have all this cash in my checking account and it is getting difficult to make sure all of it will be there when he finally does decide to cash the check. I am tired of looking at all this money I cannot spend!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-5616419197613143920?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5616419197613143920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=5616419197613143920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/5616419197613143920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/5616419197613143920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2010/01/slacking-landlord-seriously.html' title='Slacking Landlord.. Seriously.'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-2963723206892568339</id><published>2009-12-02T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:28:48.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$50 Million Dollars!</title><content type='html'>My dream started off with a couple of friends and myself searching for a new place to rent. We had found this nice three bedroom three bath place close to downtown and to work – it was pretty much perfect for us. I received a call from a Realtor who said they had found an even better place for us a little ways down the road. I decided to check it out and was completely in love upon placing my eyes on the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was painted blue and had a bright red front door. The outside was surrounded by large shady oak trees along with dozens of bushes with these amazing red flowers. The backyard was HUUUGE and included a pool that reminded me of a hidden pond untouched by human kind. Inside was breathtaking; large kitchen with state of the art appliances, high vaulted ceilings, separate dining room and den, game room with a full wet bar, three large rooms with private bathrooms in each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The landlord, who happened to be this guy I knew in Arizona who pretty much sucked at life – he was a giant asshole – said he would let us rent out the place for $990.00 per month since he was desperate for some cash. Of course I agreed and we moved in the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I inherited $50 million dollars short after our move in and decided I wanted the house for myself so I offered our landlord $250,000.00 for the place and he accepted without a second thought. After the house was mine, I paid off all of my debt including credit cards, student loans and money owed to my parents… Then paid off all of my sisters debts. I quit my job and started going to school full time at University of Texas going after a degree in Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made this dream really interesting is my roommate and I actually just found a new place – three bedrooms with three private bathrooms. We are hoping to be able to move around the 15th on January since we both have to take care of some money issues first. I am hoping this dream means good things are coming my way financially… I could really use a break! I am also planning on starting a Psychology program at Austin Community College coming up next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-2963723206892568339?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2963723206892568339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=2963723206892568339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/2963723206892568339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/2963723206892568339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/12/50-million-dollars.html' title='$50 Million Dollars!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-7958556289009375688</id><published>2009-11-11T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:06:54.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends Passing and Carmen Electra</title><content type='html'>First of all, I am surprised I remembered any of my dream last night as I haven’t been able to in quite some time – obviously. I suppose I am glad I did but then again, it wasn’t the best dream in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off in my older sisters’ room… We were playing around with an external hard drive that had some kind of important information on it for a business an old friend of mine was running. Next thing you know, people are grieving – apparently my old friend Ruth had passed away recently. I am not quite sure how or when she passed, but her daughter, my sister and I decided we needed to keep the business going since that would be what Ruth would want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the really weird part of the dream… Carmen Electra danced in the middle of my living room wearing the same outfit Jessica Alba wore while dancing in the movie Sin City. I have absolutely so idea why she was there but all she did was dance for the good number of people sitting around watching her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my alarm goes off… Death and then Carmen Electra – completely random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-7958556289009375688?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7958556289009375688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=7958556289009375688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7958556289009375688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7958556289009375688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/11/old-friends-passing-and-carmen-electra.html' title='Old Friends Passing and Carmen Electra'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-3389287373727827692</id><published>2009-09-10T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:09:09.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich, Famous and Shaq</title><content type='html'>I always wondered what it would be like to be rich and famous and I suppose I got a little taste of that last night in my dream, of course on my minds own terms. I was staying at a nice resort somewhere in the United States. I remember walking around completely drunk out of my mind chatting it up with Shaq, who was my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We roamed around for awhile wandering from bar to bar, to the pool, then back to the bar until I noticed Bad Boy Bill on the other side of the pool. I walked over there and said my hello's when he invited my other friend and I back to his room to party some more. Of course I accepted. When we got to his room I could immediately tell the people in there weren't messing around when it came to having a good time. I saw piles of drugs, most likely ecstasy, laying all over the place. Bad Boy Bill led us into the back room where we relaxed on the bed drinking straight out of bottles of Rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know, a laser is coming through the door and someone is yelling at me to open up. I walked towards the door and asked who it was. It turned out to be another friend of ours who had been caught by the police with drugs. They had bribed him to try and get us to come out of the room so they could search the rest of us for any illegal substances. The cops finally busted in the door and grabbed my friend and Bad Boy Bill. I took off out the door and flew around the corner trying to find somewhere to hide... Why? I have no idea because I knew I didn't have anything illegal on me. I found Shaq and made him bring me back to the room we were staying in and keep watch for any police activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it taking us forever to get there because people wandering outside their rooms wondering what was going on kept grabbing at Shaq and I trying to get autographs and pictures. Shaq ended up just picking me up and sprinting through a ton of people to get us to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand well that was the end of the dream. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-3389287373727827692?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3389287373727827692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=3389287373727827692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/3389287373727827692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/3389287373727827692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/rich-famous-and-shaq.html' title='Rich, Famous and Shaq'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-2807095960557312094</id><published>2009-09-09T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:40:49.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Through The Grand Canyon</title><content type='html'>When I was a little girl, I always wanted wings - This childhood wish of mine finally came true in my dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hanging out with a few friends outside of a hospital when one of them started to cry. I asked her what happened as she hung up her cell phone. Her boyfriend and his best friend were upstairs lying in hospital beds - their diagnosis was not good. Her and I walked up stairs and kept them company while the doctor's finished explaining what was wrong with them (I don't remember what was said). Apparently I had the biggest crush on the boyfriends best friend for a long time because I couldn't stop myself from crying even though he said everything would be OK. He held me close to him for awhile until it was starting to get dark outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then I decided we needed to get these boys out of the hospital and help them to live their lives while they still had the chance. My girlfriend snuck her boyfriend out first - now it was my turn to sneak us out. I opened the window, grabbed (I suppose I should name him since I do not remember his name in the dream so...) Jay - jumped out the window spreading my large wings across the sky. We shot straight up into the sky and headed towards the Grand Canyon. Jay had never seen it before so I thought it would be the perfect beginning to fly him through the Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, I was exhausted and just about crash landed us into the Colorado River. I remember feeling whole, happy, complete for those moments in my dream - sitting there relaxing against Jay - It was a feeling I had never experienced in my life and I didn't want it to ever fade away. We continued our journey around the Canyon until I was abruptly woken up this morning by my alarm clock. Le sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-2807095960557312094?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2807095960557312094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=2807095960557312094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/2807095960557312094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/2807095960557312094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/flying-through-grand-canyon.html' title='Flying Through The Grand Canyon'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-1599267150576044205</id><published>2009-09-02T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T06:40:48.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got FIRED!</title><content type='html'>Not only is it horrid that I was WORKING in my dream last night, but at the very end of it - I got FIRED. I suppose I should give you a little work history before I get into details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do online marketing for a living which basically means search engine optimization, search engine marketing, content building, social networking and article submission - among other things. I work for a small sign shop in North Austin in charge of a good amount of their online marketing campaigns. We do not do any kind of paid advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now that you are caught up, back to the dream. I do not remember much of the beginning or what exactly brought me to this point in the dream so I will just begin from what I do remember. I was sitting at my computer - which was outside for some awesome reason - working along when my supervisor walks up to me and starts going off on some weird tangent. He went on and on about nothing work related then out of the blue asked me what I was doing. I told him I was looking into PPC campaigns for our company and he freaked out. "We are finished with paid marketing, you are fired, get out!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being pretty stunned, but just got up and left - then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.dreammoods.com/"&gt;dreammoods.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;To dream that you lost your job, represents instability and insecurity in your waking life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see how this relates to my waking life. I just moved to another state and things have been messy... Although they are getting better, it is awkward that I would be dreaming about this feeling now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-1599267150576044205?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1599267150576044205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=1599267150576044205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/1599267150576044205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/1599267150576044205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-fired.html' title='I got FIRED!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-8898126834615299847</id><published>2009-08-14T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:36:08.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tucker Max was a pool boy</title><content type='html'>I woke up around 7am this morning because it was incredibly way too hot in the house. Thankfully, I fell back asleep and had a highly amusing dream. It began riding around in an amphibious car/boat looking for small lakes to go hang out in – for some reason they were located under freeways. The scenery unexpectedly switched over and I was now in a friend’s house eating food. This friend was actually a lady who is on my kickball team – not sure how she exactly fit’s into the dream but either way, the food she was feeding both Tucker Max (he showed up out of no where) and I was delicious. We then went outside to the pool area where Tucker began to clean… Apparently his job was a pool cleaner and he wore this ridiculous outfit and was slightly overweight. Anyways, in the middle of his pool cleaning session he walks over to me and tries to kiss me. At the time, I was lying in a lawn chair – he laid right next to me. We pretty much laid there for awhile messing around as he continued to try and get down my pants. Finally I got him to back off and he then respected my boundaries – which is awkward if you have ever read his blog – he loves vagina. We walked around holding hands the remainder of the dream in some weird park filled with all kinds of exotic wildlife and plants, things I have never seen before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-8898126834615299847?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8898126834615299847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=8898126834615299847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/8898126834615299847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/8898126834615299847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/max-tucker-was-pool-boy.html' title='Tucker Max was a pool boy'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-2957548581941420901</id><published>2009-07-30T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:22:00.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocktail Waitress at a strip club</title><content type='html'>The title pretty much sums up the dream I had last night.... I do not remember anything that happened other than I was a cocktail waitress at a local strip club and I had to wear this amazing outfit that made me look super hot. Lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-2957548581941420901?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2957548581941420901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=2957548581941420901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/2957548581941420901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/2957548581941420901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/cocktail-waitress-at-strip-club.html' title='Cocktail Waitress at a strip club'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-4867871407587396497</id><published>2009-07-07T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:05:28.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At an amusement park</title><content type='html'>I had a dream two nights ago that I was wandering through an amusement park. I came across a large building with an "Alice in Wonderland" theme and decided to go inside. I found a ride with a small line that was named "Cheshire Cat's Twirly Tubes"... Intrigued by the name, I decided to get on the ride. It was a huge ride, larger than most rides I have ever seen and consisted of a maze of multiple colorful tubes shooting every direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride vehicle was in the shape of a small worm and had a cage surrounding it to prevent riders from sticking any appendages out during the ride. As the ride started, I immediately understood why as this ride was filled with all kinds of twists, turns, and places where I really did not think we would make it through due to the small size of the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no crazy creatures or animations, just vibrant colors and shapes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to DreamMoods.com - &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;To       see or be in an amusement park in your dream, indicates that you need to       set some time for leisure and more enjoyment in your life. Consider how       everything in the park is an expression of some aspect of yourself.        Alternatively, you may be too easily distracted lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-4867871407587396497?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4867871407587396497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=4867871407587396497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/4867871407587396497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/4867871407587396497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-amusement-park.html' title='At an amusement park'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-4771136599961753125</id><published>2009-07-05T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:03:50.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripper at Zuma Grill?</title><content type='html'>I really have absolutely no idea what anything in the dream I had earlier this morning meant. To begin, I was a stripper at a bar in Tempe, Az named Zuma Grill - who do not have strippers to begin with. I guess I was climbing up a pole when some guy shouted he could see my thong liner, which for you guys out there, is a type of pad. He said I should be really embarrassed but I pretty much just shook it off and continued to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure what happened to bring me to the next situation but... A female friend of mine decided she wanted to sew together a patriotic dress for me since apparently it was close to the Fourth of July. It ended up being a tube top dress covered in American flags - and it even came with a little American flag purse that for some reason, had a pink glittery bowling ball in it - that was also made for left handed people, I am right handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty much the end of the dream. Odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-4771136599961753125?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4771136599961753125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=4771136599961753125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/4771136599961753125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/4771136599961753125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/stripper-at-zuma-grill.html' title='Stripper at Zuma Grill?'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-6182210211446723021</id><published>2009-06-26T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:42:18.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost everything gone...</title><content type='html'>I do not remember much so this will be an incredibly short entry... my apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in an apartment complex in the middle of a nice part of town. I was out with a few friends having a drink and returned to my door being wide open. I knew immediately that someone had broken in and most likely everything would be gone or destroyed. As I walked into my apartment, my worst fears came alive as everything was in shambles. Incredibly, the only things that were not taken were a backpack full of clothes, my expensive camera, and my laptop which I always keep hidden in a secret place. Thankful for that, I was not too upset over everything else being gone since they are only material items. Although, I would have been crushed if my computer and/or external hard drive was missing -- my life is saved on those two valuable pieces of property. The rest of the dream pretty much consisted of me trying to pick up my place and hanging out with my "boyfriend" in the dream. I place the word in quotations since I have no such thing in real life... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-6182210211446723021?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6182210211446723021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=6182210211446723021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6182210211446723021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6182210211446723021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/06/almost-everything-gone.html' title='Almost everything gone...'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-5519641078500773421</id><published>2009-05-20T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:49:24.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokin' a Bowlski</title><content type='html'>After my alarm went off this morning, I decided I wanted twenty more minutes of sleep so I set another and went back to my slumber. During the twenty minute nap, I had an interesting dream about smoking a bowl of weed in the restroom of some nice hotel with two of my best friends. I have been friends with Andrea and Ashley ever since my sophomore year of high school -- they are pretty much the two main people I keep in touch with on a daily basis from that school. Anyways, we were all sitting in the restroom dressed up like we were at some type of formal smoking out of a bubbler that had our pictures melted into the bottom of it. I THINK Andrea said something about it being a gift a few years back, a memory so all of us could always remember the amazing times we had. The dream pretty much consisted of us smoking bowl after bowl and inviting random women who walked in the restroom to smoke with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-5519641078500773421?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5519641078500773421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=5519641078500773421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/5519641078500773421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/5519641078500773421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/05/smokin-bowlski.html' title='Smokin&apos; a Bowlski'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-9033104112634146403</id><published>2009-05-12T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:19:48.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible, just horrible.</title><content type='html'>I had the worst nightmare last night... One of my best friends had died. I do not remember much of the dream, or how it happened... all I remember was standing at a funeral sobbing uncontrollably for the loss of my dear friend. While trying to decipher what all of this meant, I came across this little number on Dreammoods.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"&gt;To       see someone dying in your dream, signifies that your feelings for that       person are dead or that a significant change/loss is occurring in your       relationship with that person. Alternatively, you may want to repress that       aspect of yourself that is represented by the dying person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I find it to be highly interesting as it relates to a few feelings that I have had the past few weeks. I wonder if my subconscious is finally trying to tell me to act instead of sit back and observe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-9033104112634146403?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9033104112634146403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=9033104112634146403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/9033104112634146403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/9033104112634146403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/05/horrible-just-horrible.html' title='Horrible, just horrible.'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-966484060305777524</id><published>2009-04-01T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:44:05.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Bassmint??</title><content type='html'>There is an upcoming show on Friday called &lt;a href="http://www.bassmint.org/"&gt;Bassmint&lt;/a&gt;. It is the first of a series of 21+ events to be held at numerous places around the valley offering a wide variety of music. I have been pretty excited about it for awhile now and have actually done a good amount of work trying to promote it. I think this organization has a lot of potential and I want to make sure I do everything in my power to help the promoters get their name and information out about it.... Anyways, during my dream last night - &lt;a href="http://www.bassmint.org/"&gt;Bassmint&lt;/a&gt; didn't happen. I remember we were already at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/chasersliveaz"&gt;Chaser's Nightclub&lt;/a&gt; (where the first event will be held this Friday), and I was talking to my boss, who just so happens to be a part of the original &lt;a href="http://www.bassmint.org/"&gt;Bassmint&lt;/a&gt; crew, asking him why all the stuff was getting packed up. He pretty much said "We are kidding about the whole &lt;a href="http://www.bassmint.org/"&gt;Bassmint&lt;/a&gt; thing so we are packing our stuff up and getting the hell out of town for a night". I do not remember much else but standing around Chaser's watching people come and go confused as all hell, wondering why &lt;a href="http://www.bassmint.org/"&gt;Bassmint&lt;/a&gt; vanished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-966484060305777524?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/966484060305777524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=966484060305777524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/966484060305777524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/966484060305777524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-bassmint.html' title='No Bassmint??'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-2939079348106367745</id><published>2009-03-11T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:37:28.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting off my hair</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago, I had a dream I was cutting all of my hair off with a knife... I don't remember any other part of the dream except for this. In the &lt;a href="http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/h.htm"&gt;Dream Moods Dictionary&lt;/a&gt; - cutting your hair is suppose to suggest I am experiencing some kind of loss in strength or that someone is trying to censor me in some way. It could also mean I am trying to reshape my thinking or ambitions to try and eliminate unwanted thoughts/habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really got me thinking about some things going on.... Hrmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-2939079348106367745?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2939079348106367745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=2939079348106367745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/2939079348106367745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/2939079348106367745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/cutting-of-my-hair.html' title='Cutting off my hair'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-6658652056641468242</id><published>2009-03-03T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:46:11.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark from the Men and Asian's dream</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;had a dream about Mark again.... But this time, he was disfigured. I think the best way I could describe him would be some sort of goblin. He had the straight up pointy nose, disfigured teeth, odd shaped eyes, and elf ears. He was not doing anything to try and harm or scare me in any way... but I remember I was completely turned off by his looks and wanted to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find anything about people you know turning into goblin creatures in the dream dictionary so I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;am just going to guess what all this relates to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Mark hits me up out of the blue and says "You know, if you don't want to hang out, just let me know now because I am tired of wasting my time on you". I have been completely busy for the past two weeks and really haven't had the urge or time to go hang out with him. He continued to say I was wasting his time and hinted that I was some kind of bar slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now any feelings I had for him pretty much disappeared after he said those words to me which makes me think... Turning into a goblin in my dream was my way of letting every feeling go I ever had for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only shitty part of this whole situation is he totally has my couch, and a couple of lamps. (I let him borrow them since he just moved back into town and didn't have anything).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-6658652056641468242?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6658652056641468242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=6658652056641468242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6658652056641468242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6658652056641468242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/mark-from-men-and-asians-dream.html' title='Mark from the Men and Asian&apos;s dream'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-250954527910344343</id><published>2009-02-23T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:57:02.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men and Asian bitches</title><content type='html'>Last night’s dream was completely intriguing. It started off in some kind of school or office building that had an elevator that only worked half the time. I was trying to get it to work with a guy I had been flirting with (I will change his name to Mark to protect identities). Mark and I had been hanging out all day in my dream until my other love interest Matt (name changed as well, lol) showed up. Mark eventually disappeared off with some other girl so Matt and I began to flirt. Nothing naughty happened… It mostly consisted of silly teasing, tickling, kisses on the forehead and cheeks, holding each other, etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random Asian girl walks up to us and hands him a note expressing her love for him. I took the note from him and started to read it. At first, I thought “hey, this could be a fun little challenge to keep him tied to me and to forget about her”. Back in the broken elevator, I somehow got his phone and found a bunch of Asian porn on it…. I kind of got a little nervous then since it was an Asian girl stepping on my toes. The girl ended up getting in my face a little later throughout the dream so I pretty much laid her out on the floor since she was probably half my size. Apparently Matt was impressed by how quickly I took her down and stayed with me for the remainder of the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up flirting in the &lt;a href="http://www.dreammoods.com/"&gt;Dream Moods Dictionary&lt;/a&gt; and came up with this response - To dream that you are flirting or that someone is flirting with you, represents your need for intimacy and affection. You may be about to enter into a serious commitment or relationship in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got out of a nutty relationship so I am not quite sure if I could believe that as I know I am not ready to jump back into another one. I suppose it could mean I am about to commit to something other than another person.. Maybe something school related, or work related?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-250954527910344343?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/250954527910344343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=250954527910344343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/250954527910344343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/250954527910344343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-and-asian-bitches.html' title='Men and Asian bitches'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-3899648887029051013</id><published>2009-02-13T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:29:43.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oversized Wild Animals</title><content type='html'>The first thing I remember about the dream last night was walking around this large pool. Someone was telling me about an over sized alligator that resided in the pond that had been increasingly dangerous the last couple of nights. Suddenly, I saw the alligator on the other side of the pool biting itself... Literally tearing itself to shreds. It finally ended up killing itself leaving blood and alligator guts all around the pool. It was really brutal for a dream... but not quite a nightmare since I did not feel any fear throughout the vision. Later in my dream, an over sized caribou took over the pond. It was really weird as I did not know caribou enjoyed swimming in water for long periods of time and could hold their breathe for around 10 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-3899648887029051013?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3899648887029051013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=3899648887029051013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/3899648887029051013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/3899648887029051013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/oversized-wild-animals.html' title='Oversized Wild Animals'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-4857158296067354378</id><published>2009-01-08T10:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:26:04.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was like the Jungle Book all over again</title><content type='html'>In the dream I had last night… I was the owner of several exotic animals including a tiger named Shere khan, a zebra, and a black bear. Unfortunately, I do not remember the names I had given to the zebra and the bear. The majority of my dream resolved around hanging out with the tiger. He was very well trained and VERY tame when it came to interacting with people. He has lease trained, so everywhere I went, the tiger went – it was great because I didn’t have to worry about him attacking anyone since he listened so well. If someone was a danger, he would then get defensive, but other than that, he was an awesome pet to have! If only I could have a pet tiger like that in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zebra pretty much relaxed at home the majority of the time. It was amusing because the thing would lie down and spread its legs out to the sides just like it was some sort of dog. The black bear followed me where I allowed him too on his hind legs just watching and observing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember anything else about the dream… Kinda sucks, I am sure it was super awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-4857158296067354378?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4857158296067354378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=4857158296067354378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/4857158296067354378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/4857158296067354378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-was-like-jungle-book-all-over-again.html' title='It was like the Jungle Book all over again'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-41454708965452793</id><published>2008-12-09T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:30:20.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister's best friend</title><content type='html'>I wish I remembered more of the dream I had last night, so this is only a portion of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and my sisters were waiting for me in a store parking lot to get off work and finish some errands as we were going to go on vacation. I told them that I would be there in about ten minutes as I started to complete my errands... One thing led to another and it ended up being HOURS before I finally finished whatever I was doing. By that time, they had already drove home because they did not feel like waiting in the car anyone.. Completely understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure why, but we ended up not going on vacation and I ended up sitting in work cubicles answering phones next to my older sisters best friend Trey and his girlfriend Erin. Erin and I were making fun of customers and eating chocolate while Trey sat there and just rambled on about useless information. It was really quite odd... I then remembered my sister walking in and started talking to Trey about useless stuff when Erin started laughing hysterically throwing chocolate all over the place. I have no idea what happened after that. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-41454708965452793?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/41454708965452793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=41454708965452793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/41454708965452793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/41454708965452793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sisters-best-friend.html' title='My sister&apos;s best friend'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-8494570977033603335</id><published>2008-12-05T12:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:39:58.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry kids...</title><content type='html'>Haven't been getting much sleep lately - no dreams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-8494570977033603335?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8494570977033603335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=8494570977033603335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/8494570977033603335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/8494570977033603335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry-kids.html' title='Sorry kids...'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-3576765556663622692</id><published>2008-10-18T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:22:37.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst nightmare EVA!</title><content type='html'>I had a dream that I was pregnant last night. It was horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-3576765556663622692?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3576765556663622692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=3576765556663622692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/3576765556663622692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/3576765556663622692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/worst-nightmare-eva.html' title='Worst nightmare EVA!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-8993189891538315697</id><published>2008-10-15T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:15:27.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being chased from Circle K</title><content type='html'>I cannot remember the very beginning of the dream I had last night for the life of me, so I suppose I will start in the middle. I was working at a Circle K with my older sister in the middle of no where, and by no where, I meant there was NOTHING else around except for a few large ranches. It was my first day, so needless to say I was getting used to the way things were run around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day went well so my sister and I headed home after our shifts were over. I did not sleep well that night and was back at work in the morning. This time I was working with another friend of mine, whose name I cannot remember. He had stayed up all night and decided I could run things myself since we rarely had customers and went to the back of the store to take a nap. Not one single person came in for the next few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a loud sound come from the back of the store and decided to go check on my buddy to make sure he was OK. As soon as I got into the back room, I saw my friend lying in the bed tied up and all bloody. He had duct tape over his mouth but I could tell he was trying to get me to run as he kept looking at the closet and the back door. I did not hesitate running out of the store and started down the street when two men came out of the back room after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran through the grass over a large hill that ended up turning into a small cliff. The two men were closing in behind me in a truck so I decided to jump. Thankfully, I made it to the bottom without harm. It gave me some time since the men needed to drive around the hill to get to the bottom of the cliff. I remember running for my life trying to get to the closest shop to call the police (not sure why I didn’t at the store). I was in the middle of a horse pasture when I saw the truck coming up the dirt road towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few horses running along with me. They were bright orange with black mane’s and tails. One horse was following close behind me when I decided to stop and jump on it to try and get it to run me into town quicker. As soon as I got on the horse my alarm clock woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for an ending…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-8993189891538315697?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8993189891538315697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=8993189891538315697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/8993189891538315697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/8993189891538315697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/being-chased-from-circle-k.html' title='Being chased from Circle K'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-331185560183910737</id><published>2008-10-08T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:47:44.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two dreams, one night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being hunted and rescued by Native Americans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being hunted by this man who had this really cool hover craft. I was not really sure why he was coming after me, but I ran anyways since dying was the last thing on my mind. I ended up falling into a river… which was a bad and a good thing. Good because they guy chasing me lost track and bad because I was really battered up. I was so dazed I could only see a blurry image of a man grabbing me up and carrying me somewhere. I woke up in some kind of tent and soon realized I was in the middle of a Native American village in the middle of the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rescuer came in and asked how I was feeling. He was a very handsome man, strong, and had many distinct features in his face. I was immediately attracted. I felt better and let him know this… He then helped me up and took me outside to the river to get a drink of water. He spoke about why I was out there and I told him I really did not know and that there was a man trying to kill me. He mentioned seeing this man, and that he was in fact looking for a woman like me. He said he had not seen anyone and the man moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then remember sleeping in another tent when I was suddenly woken up by my handsome rescuer and a large built friend of his. They both grabbed me up and carried me over to a house saying we needed to hide and that the man was back. I really do not remember much of the rest of the dream, but only these two men protecting me from the guy on the hover craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second dream I had last night was held in my friend Brandon’s house. In the house was Brandon, Nick, Brandon’s girlfriend, and myself. Brandon and I had been hanging out in his bedroom and ended up falling asleep on the bed. His girlfriend walked in and thought we had been messing around with each other and immediately got upset and pissed off at me. She started screaming and threatening to “kick my ass” when she finally ended up pushing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off the bed and started to kick the crap out of her, smashing her head against walls, putting her in choke holds and hitting her in the face, kicking her in the stomach, etc… This went on for awhile until Nick came into the room and broke it up. The girl screamed a few more things at me and left the house. I was pissed at this point and told Nick I was going to go home. For some reason he would not let me and took my truck keys. No matter what I did, he would not give them back to me. I even threatened to call the police, didn’t phase him at all. I actually tried calling the cops but no one would answer the phone. He jumped in the shower and took the keys in there with him so I could not leave while he was in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the bathroom door slowly and quickly grabbed the keys out of the shower before he could stop me and headed out the door. When I got to my truck, the door was open. I knew something was wrong, and of course when I opened the door, my truck had been torn apart. The stereo, subs, amp, everything was gone. I knew it was that girl who had done it but all I could do was sit in my truck and cry. Nick popped up in my window and realized how upset I was and hugged me. He apologized and promised everything would be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-331185560183910737?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/331185560183910737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=331185560183910737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/331185560183910737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/331185560183910737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-dreams-one-night.html' title='Two dreams, one night'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-1303683390314973353</id><published>2008-10-03T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:43:01.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child's Dream</title><content type='html'>I felt as if I was back in some old dream I would have had as a child. I remember being in some sort of fantasy world that was dark and filled with all kinds of peculiar creatures. There was a friend with me, but I did not know this person in real life. We were standing in line for some kind of haunted house ride that looked to be out of some disfigured Disney movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hopped on the little cart that took us through the ride and started on our journey through the different rooms the ride offered. The first was this odd looking fellow who stood in the corner of the room chuckling loudly at something across from him, when I looked there was another man standing over a table poking at a very small woman who looked like a puppet, but she was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next room took us down a flight of stairs. On the way down, my friend and I noticed there were tons of crazy looking pictures on the wall. The weird thing about them was they could not be made out. Each and every one of them was fussy and seemed to be moving around in the most hypnotic ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third room was pretty much the same as the first except there was no other man and no little puppet woman, but only a man standing in the corner laughing hysterically at us as we rolled by him. We entered the next room by slamming into a large heavy wooden door into total darkness. I started to get a little freaked out at this point thinking it was going to turn into some sick clown show – which would have turned this innocent dream into a nightmare. Suddenly a green flash lit up the room to show four different people, two on each side of the tracks shooting laser guns at one another. They started shooting at the cart when two shields magically appeared from the cart to block the shots from hitting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride was then finished after this room. Although I technically only went through the ride once, it played over a few times in my dream. The last thing I remember happening in the dream before waking up was the last part of the ride became reality. There were individuals grabbing these laser guns trying to shoot at us with them. I ended up going into a store that looked to be like a Wal-Mart, grabbed a few guns for myself and went on the hunt to finish the people off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then woke up…. Wish I would have stayed asleep; I would have loved to see how this turned out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-1303683390314973353?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1303683390314973353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=1303683390314973353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/1303683390314973353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/1303683390314973353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/childs-dream.html' title='A Child&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-7135819397799932778</id><published>2008-10-02T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:56:17.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman and Hawaiian Luxury Living</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to visit Hawaii at some point in my life just to be able to experience life and culture on a beautiful island. During my dream last night I got the chance to live there completely free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enrolled in school once more to finish out my bachelors in Visual Communications. I was still taking online courses so I could venture wherever need be and not have to worry about going to a classroom at a specific time and place. I remember I was having a really hard time with finances and being able to afford a place to live. I got a call from my father letting me know I was more than welcome to stay with him at his mansion in Hawaii for free until I finished school. Of course I accepted the invitation without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember the flight there but I do remember arriving at this beautiful lavish place set right on a cliff overlooking the ocean. There was a small path that led right down to a private beach that was fenced off to keep intruders out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up meeting up with my current boss and asking him about setting up an office in Hawaii… Since him and his wife visit there so often, he agreed and decided it would be a great idea. With work and school in order, this dream was certainly turning out to be a dream come true ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a walk down to the beach when I was attacked by some sort of sea creature. It looked like a mixture between a large whale and a shark, but was neither. It started to take me under the surf when a man grabbed me and started to take me high in the air. I looked up to see my boyfriend Nick, but he wasn’t Nick, he was SUPERMAN! He flew around the island a few times before he landed on my dad’s back porch and asked me if I was alright. I said yes… and he was on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went out to the back patio again and saw the same sea creature that attacked me before hanging out in the shallows on our private beach. I immediately started to feel anxious and turned to go back inside when I saw Superman Nick come flying out of the sky. He grabbed the creature, spun it around a few times, and threw it as far as the eye could see. He then flew down and met me on the patio where he said “Noelle, I have been watching you for quite some time and I am absolutely in love with you”. He then picked me up and took me for a flight around the island holding me close to him the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember much more about how the dream ended other than the two of us landing in the middle of a Luau and starting to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this dream to be relatively amusing due to the fact Nick is completely in love with heroes such as Superman and Iron Man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-7135819397799932778?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7135819397799932778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=7135819397799932778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7135819397799932778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7135819397799932778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/superman-and-hawaiian-luxury-living.html' title='Superman and Hawaiian Luxury Living'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-5329648142806082512</id><published>2008-09-22T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:13:42.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why always cheating?</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been having a number of dreams where Nick has cheated on me in some form or another. I started to wonder why I was getting these dreams, only because I trust Nick in full, and I know that he would never ever do anything to hurt me or cause distrust between the two of us. I got to thinking and decided to look online for some information about cheating in dreams... and came up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dreams of a partner cheating are common in relationships. If no concerns about betrayal or infidelity exist in waking life, the dreams are a sign of insecurity on behalf of the dreamer." - http://www.dreamdoctor.com/dictionary/cheating.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have no concerns about betrayal or infidelity when it comes to Nick and I. I thought it might have been an issue between him and I at first just because I have had trust issues with men for a few years now. A few things happened to me that have taken me a very long time to get over and the great thing about Nick is, he helps keep my chin up and supports me in every way he can. I can see how I could be insecure about some aspect in my life but I know it is not with Nick... I talked to a good friend of mine and she got me thinking about other aspects in my life that I may be insecure about and I think I finally figured it out. I am not going to go into detail about it here just for personal reasons, but I think it has finally helped to calm me down about worrying what Nick will say the next time I have another dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-5329648142806082512?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5329648142806082512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=5329648142806082512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/5329648142806082512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/5329648142806082512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-always-cheating.html' title='Why always cheating?'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-8981542854275751928</id><published>2008-09-19T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:14:59.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard times...</title><content type='html'>Sorry audience.. I have been having a terrible time remembering my dreams lately.. Hopefully that will change soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-8981542854275751928?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8981542854275751928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=8981542854275751928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/8981542854275751928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/8981542854275751928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/hard-times.html' title='Hard times...'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-7912841616700934492</id><published>2008-09-02T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:06:03.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Store Fighting</title><content type='html'>I was in a grocery store shopping around for food and necessities with my little sister when this larger girl started to talk crap to me... Why? I have no idea but she obviously pissed me off. She threw the first punch and hit me right in the face. Of course I hit her back and we started going at it for awhile. My co-worker Kris had been sitting there the whole time watching this fight go on just laughing hysterically. Finally the girl backed off and left so I continued to finish my shopping. My little sister and I checked out and that was the end of my dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-7912841616700934492?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7912841616700934492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=7912841616700934492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7912841616700934492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7912841616700934492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/grocery-store-fighting.html' title='Grocery Store Fighting'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-117082687250644426</id><published>2008-08-20T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:51:38.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking Weed and Old Friends</title><content type='html'>I really do not remember much of the dream(s) I had last night... but this is what I do remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hanging out with a really old friend, Missy... This girl I went to high school with who was the younger sister of one of my close friends Ed. We were at her house sitting on the couch smoking a bowl waiting for some of her friends to stop by when another girl I went to middle school/high school with stopped by unexpectedly. Mary was her name and I really never liked her much... She was one of the snotty "popular" girls who thought she was cooler than she really was, pretty annoying. All we did was sit there and smoke some weed... And that was it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-117082687250644426?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/117082687250644426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=117082687250644426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/117082687250644426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/117082687250644426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/smoking-weed-and-old-friends.html' title='Smoking Weed and Old Friends'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-8692733610061635724</id><published>2008-08-06T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:38:34.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering through a Fairy Tale</title><content type='html'>I cannot remember much of the dream I had last night except for the very last part of it. My mother and I were trying to find our way back home, we had been doing something obviously illegal as we were trying to get out of wherever we were quick. She decided to take the usual way home and I decided to take a short cut. We both had large sacks on our back, I have no idea what I was carrying but it was heavy... Anyways, back to the shortcut... I started to walk through this large field that I thought would eventually lead back to the street the house was located on. On my way through the field, I started to notice a lot of weird creatures and shapes made out of the surrounding bushes. Every so often I would see one of them move but none of them came after me, just watched with big yellow eyes. I suddenly figured out I had to be in some sort of &lt;a href="http://www.nationalgeographic.com/grimm/index2.html"&gt;Brothers Grimm&lt;/a&gt; scene and decided to walk a bit faster... If anyone knows anything about their original fairy tales... They can understand why I wanted to move as fast as I could to get out of the field. Thankfully I did emerge out of the field tired as hell and right by the street I needed to go down. I got home, took off the backpack and started to take a shower with Nick, then I woke up. BAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-8692733610061635724?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8692733610061635724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=8692733610061635724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/8692733610061635724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/8692733610061635724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/wandering-through-fairy-tale.html' title='Wandering through a Fairy Tale'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-2704982455206996542</id><published>2008-08-05T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:53:12.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guppies and Monsters!</title><content type='html'>A dream I had a few nights ago first started out with Nick and I hunting for little guppies in a few ponds that were located outside our apartment. These apartments we lived in had a distinct resemblance to the hotel featured in the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0054215/"&gt;Psycho&lt;/a&gt;. Anyways, we had little fish nets and caught a good amount of guppies to put in a large tank I had acquired somehow. Here are what they looked like... They were gray and blue in color... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.dpi.qld.gov.au/images/1876.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www2.dpi.qld.gov.au/images/1876.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we finished catching the guppies, I ended up in a large gym filled with a ton of people who were jumping around all over the place practicing gymnastics or something. I did notice all of them were half monster (mix of a werewolf, lion, bird) and half human. I then realized I was the same. There was this man who came into the gym and noticed I was trying to accomplish a back flip and started to show me how to do it. When I finally got it down, he walked into the other room of the gym. I suddenly heard screaming and looked in the room to see what had happened. I saw the man who had just helped me starting to tear other people apart. He had turned into the huge black monster and was attacking anything in site. I turned into my monster form and left to try and get help. I then turned to go back inside thinking I would not have time to get help to save everyone... So I started to fight the monster... And then Nick woke me up. :protest!:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-2704982455206996542?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2704982455206996542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=2704982455206996542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/2704982455206996542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/2704982455206996542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/guppies-and-monsters.html' title='Guppies and Monsters!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-6619650194348750288</id><published>2008-07-22T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:01:44.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal Armadillo</title><content type='html'>So apparently the world was going to end in my dream last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started out with Nick and I moving into a new apartment complex. I moved into one, and he moved into another directly behind mine. The nice thing about these apartments was we both had room to put washers and dryers in them, and had a large garage big enough for the both of us. The first thing we both did was go out and buy a bright red washer and dryer that looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.appliancist.com/ge-profile-washer-dryer-smartdispense-frontload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.appliancist.com/ge-profile-washer-dryer-smartdispense-frontload.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me say, they worked amazing in my dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing Nick started to accomplish was building a giant metal tank - he thought the world was going to end soon and wanted something safe for the both of us to hide in, that would also be able to shoot ammo to protect us if need be. He first built a small replica of what he wanted that was remote controlled. It looked like a mix between a crab and an armadillo - except metal. He than began work on the full-size tank in our garage where no one could see it. It had a set of three wheels on each side of the tank and had a large hatch that opened on the top for us to get in and out of. There were large spikes on each side of the tank to protect us from intruders trying to climb on the vehicle. Two large guns pointed out the front with four more protecting the sides and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a large dirt field filled with broken down cars across the street so Nick and I decided to take the tank for a test run. For the size and weight of the thing, that sucker was quick! We did notice there was some steering problems and went back to the garage to fix them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I woke up after that... Ugh.. I really wanted to see what was going to happen with our tank!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-6619650194348750288?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6619650194348750288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=6619650194348750288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6619650194348750288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6619650194348750288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/metal-armadillo.html' title='Metal Armadillo'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-9180498846099309472</id><published>2008-07-21T14:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:00:40.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le sigh...</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, I have been unable to remember any dream I have had in the past month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How upsetting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-9180498846099309472?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9180498846099309472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=9180498846099309472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/9180498846099309472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/9180498846099309472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/le-sigh.html' title='Le sigh...'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-6330413346954638524</id><published>2008-06-25T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:11:15.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dads boat</title><content type='html'>So, I was supposed to wake up at 8:00am this morning but decided I wanted more sleep and eventually woke up around 8:40am. In that little 40 minute time period I did have an interesting dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out being out on the lake in my dad's new boat. At first, it was just my dad, Nick, and I enjoying the sunlight out at Lake Pleasant. A few minutes into our ride, Curtis popped out from below deck to grace all of us with his presence. Apparently, he had been taking a nap in there ever since we left my dad's house - Nick and I didn't know he was in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we pretty much just putted around the lake for awhile getting the boat up and running since there is still a lot of work that needs to be done to it mechanically. I brought one of those tubes to pull behind the boat and started to blow it up to get it ready to ride. We all decided to go near the shore to see what we could find... And ended up getting stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lake water ended up being really low where usually it is deep and the boat ended up getting stuck in some rocks and mud. We sat there for awhile trying to figure out how to get it out when one of the propellers broke. Nick and Curtis, being the handymen they are started to try and fix the broken propeller with my dad. Eventually, they got it all patched up, we pushed the boat back out, and were on our way to have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was me trying to figure out how to tie the tube to the boat for the longest time when my alarm clock went off... Stupid thing always ruins good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-6330413346954638524?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6330413346954638524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=6330413346954638524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6330413346954638524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6330413346954638524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-dads-boat.html' title='My dads boat'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-1092742564376373200</id><published>2008-06-16T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:37:40.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What friends I have</title><content type='html'>I do not remember too much about the dream I had a few nights ago... but this is what I do remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a friend's house, or so I thought... Just hanging around the pool. I suddenly found myself underwater trying to get up for air and noticed about half of the people there were trying to keep me down, the other half, trying to save my life. I guess I must have passed out in my dream since the next thing I remember was laying on the couch shivering and hearing sirens out front. The fire dept had come a few times, but kept leaving since the half that was trying to kill me kept saying everything was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I guess someone got the word out I was not ok so the fire dept came back and forced their way inside immediately finding me on the couch. The sat me up and started taking my vitals and asking me what had happened. I really was not sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man then started to ask how I felt, including telling him anywhere that hurt on me. Of course, me head and my back was said first... As I usually have a headache in real life and my back is always killing me... Next was the fact I was shivering and could not seem to get warm... I woke up freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weird...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-1092742564376373200?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1092742564376373200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=1092742564376373200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/1092742564376373200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/1092742564376373200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-friends-i-have.html' title='What friends I have'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-3082626167623014236</id><published>2008-06-05T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:23:07.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Lady and Single Life?</title><content type='html'>So last nights dream....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at some sort of building that had an airport in back of it. There was only a small really old crappy looking plane there, and surprisingly it still could fly as I later found out during the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for some reason there were a couple of people out to kill me... I would have figured this would have turned into a nightmare just because dreams like this usually do but it really wasn't all that scary. The people would always catch up to me to try and kill me but I would always do something crazy like fly away or bust through walls to escape.. Thus bringing out the superlady inside of me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't remember how my dream turned into something completely different, but it did... The next moment I was talking to Nick, who was breaking up with me for another woman. Of course I was deeply hurt by this but moved on to find someone new. From what I could see in my dream, a year or so must have gone by and Nick and I ended up running into each other at some cafe. He told me he missed me and regretted ever letting me go... Then I woke up.. Damn having to pee in the middle of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-3082626167623014236?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3082626167623014236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=3082626167623014236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/3082626167623014236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/3082626167623014236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/super-lady-and-single-life.html' title='Super Lady and Single Life?'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-7646174486990291493</id><published>2008-06-04T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:15:35.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping and Halloween</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life, I realized I was dreaming last night while buried dead within a crazy dream. I have never been able to cope the fact I am dreaming and never got the chance to have such vivid dreams. I think not being able to realize I am dreaming on a regular basis is why I usually end up having nightmares and wake up in cold sweats... I just hope I will be able to continue these types of dreams in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream I had last night started off with my neighbors, Nick, and I camping. We were in the middle of a beautiful wooded area that was surrounded by some really weird tar looking swamps which smelled horrible. Why camp there? I will get into it a little later as it was not made clear to me until later. I remember I kept getting aggravated with Nick because he had brought this tent that did not shut all the way so bugs were able to get in.... And in addition, he had brought his very small air mattress for us to sleep on and kept taking up the whole thing so I got to sleep on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone call from a friend of mine who needed a ride to work. I decided I did not want to stay in the tent anymore so decided to head out to the Halloween party she was currently at. Upon my arrival I noticed the majority of the people there were old friends of mine from high school. When knocking on the door, I started to get a creepy feeling a clown would be opening the door... Thanks to my understanding on being in a dream, I changed that someone into something else a little less creepy. It was nice... I found the lady I was supposed to give a ride and started to head out on our way. Before we left, I told everyone I would be back to catch up and see how everyone was doing. For some reason I only had a bike, so my friend was riding on the back. We had to go through all these crazy looking farmers fields to get to where she needed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived at her work and she went inside. I stared to bike my way back towards the Halloween party when I decided to take a short cut near the tar swamps. I switched my clothes into a tinkerbell costume I had randomly had for some reason and started on my way once more. I ended up taking a turn too quickly and hit some sort of bump which jolted me into the air towards one of the tar swamps. I landed on the side holding onto some roots that were sticking out of the dirt to try and not fall in. A Native American man showed up not too much longer and told me to not be afraid of the tar, that is was a magical substance and would only help me. He said to let go of the roots and let myself fall in along with my bike, and the tar would carry me where I needed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up back in the tent laying next to Nick who suddenly woke up asking me where I had been and why I was covered in dirt. I had explained to him what had happened when he told me to clean up so we both could go back to the party and hang out for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up... Boooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/SEbaEdsuA4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/fWpFOLCTpR0/s1600-h/tinkerbell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/SEbaEdsuA4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/fWpFOLCTpR0/s320/tinkerbell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208089789327082370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tinkerbell costume I had on was just like this one, except green on the top half, black on the bottom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-7646174486990291493?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7646174486990291493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=7646174486990291493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7646174486990291493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7646174486990291493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/camping-and-halloween.html' title='Camping and Halloween'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/SEbaEdsuA4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/fWpFOLCTpR0/s72-c/tinkerbell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-913054458098427088</id><published>2008-06-03T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:38:17.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scavenger Hunts, Preggo Rani, and PacMan</title><content type='html'>My dream started off with a team of friends and I in the middle of this huge scavenger hunt. There were multiple teams, but ours was winning so far by a long shot... Other then one other team who was composed of these really gangster looking African American females. At this point, we were hiking up this extremely steep hill trying to get to the next clue. Once we were over and down the hill we ended up inside a hospital where the next clue was then found to get to the next. It was something along the lines of "I can SEE you". The leader of our group thought we should go outside of the hospital and look for the next clue but I kept bugging them to stay and look inside. They would not listen to we all ended up outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gangster females had made it to the hospital as well and were now searching around us too. I decided to leave the group and go inside to look. Sure enough, I found the next clue within some sort of eyeball doctor room. It was a small napkin with tiny eggs rolled up in it. Once I got back to the group, I remember being so proud of myself cause no one else could find it, and I did!&lt;br /&gt;The group then ended up in some auto yard where we all were just hanging out talking with the mechanics trying to see if they could help us with the next clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then sitting in a large group which I finally realized was everyone who was participating in the scavenger hunt. I guess it had ended and they were about to call out the winners. The main person speaking up front said something along the lines of "Before we start announcing our winners for the day, I want everyone to know and congratulate Rani on her upcoming expectancy".  I looked at Rani (my little sister - 16 years old), who was sitting next to me and noticed her tummy did look larger than normal. I started to rub it and felt a baby kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then asked her "Does dad know yet" when Nick's PacMan theme song alarm clock went off.... LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about to get to the good part - Why? Because my dad would have FREAKED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-913054458098427088?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/913054458098427088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=913054458098427088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/913054458098427088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/913054458098427088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/scavenger-hunts-preggo-rani-and-pacman.html' title='Scavenger Hunts, Preggo Rani, and PacMan'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-1186359207317822644</id><published>2008-05-22T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:48:29.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed that was not my own</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago I had this really odd dream where Nick (my boyfriend)  and I kept ending up in someone else's bed. This person kept catching us and would run us off but we always ended back in the same bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was my subconscious trying to tell me I really do need a new bed. Mine sucks... So maybe a new bed will be the first thing on my list once I finally move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-1186359207317822644?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1186359207317822644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=1186359207317822644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/1186359207317822644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/1186359207317822644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/bed-that-was-not-my-own.html' title='Bed that was not my own'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-4565239228085144645</id><published>2008-05-14T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:27:47.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Cops and Harassment</title><content type='html'>In light of several instances that have happened over the past couple of months my dreams seem to revolve around the situations that have bothered me the most. Since these are in fact dreams, they are twisted and turned around like a story that has had its ending changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways now on with the dream I had last night in the few hours I actually did get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl who had been stalking me for awhile. She was not doing things directly to me so I was unable to get any sort of legal action placed against her. I decided I should speak with a cop to try and get some advice as to what else I could do. While walking down the street towards the police station I noticed a cop parked on the side of the road. I decided to go ahead and ask him what I should do and started to speak with him. We ended up going into a small diner and got some coffee while I asked him questions. Somehow we tricked me into getting into his car and we started down the street. I later started to feel like I was drunk, which probably means he put some sort of drug in my drink when I was not looking. His police car was completely destroyed inside, trash everywhere, cigarette ashes all over the place, smelt rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember how I got away, but I did and remember crying to another friend of mine who had been getting stalked by the same girl as I. Her and I sat around for a long time talking about what had happened and came up with a game plan on how to take care of our problem. Too bad I woke up before the final game plan was given to me! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-4565239228085144645?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4565239228085144645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=4565239228085144645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/4565239228085144645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/4565239228085144645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/fake-cops-and-harassment.html' title='Fake Cops and Harassment'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-6477196712242318695</id><published>2008-05-09T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:05:47.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crab fishing and making my own dog food</title><content type='html'>In light of one of my favorite shows, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/fansites/deadliestcatch/deadliestcatch.html"&gt;Deadliest Catch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I had a dream about getting on a boat to catch some money making crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with me and another odd friend to be in a dream with living in apartments not far from the bay. Her and I were hanging out until I got the feeling to head out towards the bay. Along the way I ran into a few men loading up HUGE bags of miscellaneous items including dog food. For some reason I was really intrigued at the ingredients put into dog food and eventually got asked why I kept staring at one of the packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy was young and very cute... And I remember feeling embarrassed telling him why I was staring at the ingredients for dog food. I said I had always wanted to make my own so I could save money and not buy anything, he agreed with me and told me good luck then asked what I was off to go do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him about my little crab fishing excursion and said I was headed down to the bay to head out. He offered to walk me down there and I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the bay I remember showing him around the boat and how we fished for crab. That is pretty much all I remember from the dream but it was really weird... Dog food and crab fishing? Wow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-6477196712242318695?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6477196712242318695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=6477196712242318695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6477196712242318695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6477196712242318695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/crab-fishing-and-making-my-own-dog-food.html' title='Crab fishing and making my own dog food'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-7667322632686910176</id><published>2008-05-01T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:57:30.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooding School and the Ocean</title><content type='html'>The dream I had last night bounced around so much I think I might get it a little twisted as I try to explain it... So I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with me going to school, University of Phoenix. There were about thirty other students including myself in a large classroom that started to flood. Not really sure why it started to flood but we were all standing around like a bunch of idiots saying "What should we do?". I finally decided to leave the room and headed outside towards a beach. By the time I got there it was night time.. I noticed two gangster looking people a ways down the beach fighting and yelling and decided it would be a good idea to hide so I wouldn't get involved... I jumped on this tree which ended up breaking.. Said "oh shit" and ran out on the pier and hid. A few minutes later the two gangsters walked up to the tree and freaked out yelling something that sounded like "Who the hell broke our tree, I am going to kill whoever broke our drug tree!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden it was day and I was surrounded by a bunch of friends including my best friend Andrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: A few of the following names have been changed due to the possibility of someone freaking out for no apparent reason and causing unneeded drama as this was ONLY a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While putting some sun tan lotion on I borrowed from Andrea I noticed Blondie (not the singer) and her Blondie husband coming down the pier pissed off. Andrea had asked me what her issue was and why she was starting drama with everyone. Like usual, there was nothing that had been done to her and it was just petty drama. Once Blondie reached us and got in my face, all hell broke loose. She said one thing to me and I blew up and started to punch her in the face along with kicking her in the stomach. I finally ended up throwing her off the side of the pier and continued hanging out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the dream was quite amusing..LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-7667322632686910176?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7667322632686910176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=7667322632686910176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7667322632686910176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7667322632686910176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/flooding-school-and-ocean.html' title='Flooding School and the Ocean'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-2156831731493296037</id><published>2008-04-30T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:00:52.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately..</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have not updated in awhile.. I haven't been able to get into a deep enough sleep to dream lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because I have been in pain for the past week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to dream something up soon though... So keep yourself posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-2156831731493296037?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2156831731493296037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=2156831731493296037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/2156831731493296037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/2156831731493296037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/04/lately.html' title='Lately..'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-3925013212836422351</id><published>2008-04-23T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:36:41.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha!</title><content type='html'>With the recent tire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slashing's&lt;/span&gt; my mind has been thinking of who the culprit could be for awhile now. It is weird how these thoughts and feelings somehow end up in my dreams, but become twisted and totally misconstrued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of nights ago, the second dream occurred.... I remember living near a forest somewhere far from where I live now. As it happened in real life, my boyfriends tires had been slashed two nights in a row. Of course him and I were stopping at nothing to find who was responsible. A few vehicles were caught on tape, one was a dark blue Ford pickup with a tool box in the bed and step ups on the side, the other a dark colored bronco. My friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ani&lt;/span&gt; joined in the search and as wild and crazy she was in the dream, it helped to bring in guilty souls to confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a large gathering outside my apartment complex during dusk... In the middle there was a large stand with table surrounding it that was occupied by a judge and several lawyers and police. Apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ani&lt;/span&gt; had figured out one of the culprits and threatened him, if he didn't confess there would be hell. I walked up to the blue truck and found and old friend of one of my old neighbors sitting in the front seat. I asked him if he was the one who slashed the tires and he said yes... We then walked to the crowd of people and stood before the judge who later sent him to jail with a $2500 fine along with the cost of tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can remember from the end was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ani&lt;/span&gt; dancing around the guy laughing hysterically at him... which made me laugh in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up... and was upset it was time to go to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-3925013212836422351?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3925013212836422351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=3925013212836422351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/3925013212836422351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/3925013212836422351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/04/gotcha.html' title='Gotcha!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-6652529877052087424</id><published>2008-04-19T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:56:20.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Werewolf?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I totally dreamt I was a werewolf last night. So weird.&lt;br /&gt;Ran around terrorizing people and such... Never killed anyone though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://students.ou.edu/L/David.W.Love-1/werewolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://students.ou.edu/L/David.W.Love-1/werewolf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture courtesy of:  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sarahcourt"&gt;Sarah Court&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-6652529877052087424?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6652529877052087424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=6652529877052087424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6652529877052087424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6652529877052087424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/04/werewolf.html' title='Werewolf?!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-4181151657966576225</id><published>2008-04-18T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:58:55.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coasters and Halo 3 looking people</title><content type='html'>I did not dream pretty much the whole night until about an hour before I got up for work this morning. I remember waking up around 7:25am and throwing my phone somewhere in regards to the alarm going off and me not wanting to wake up. I fell back asleep immediately and started to have one crazy dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being in some sort of theme park that had just opened a new ride based on some kind of television show or movie I and my boyfriend Nick were staring in. Since it was opening day, we were invited to be one the first people to ride the new ride. To go along with the theme we were dressed in this armor that looked like something off the video game &lt;a href="http://www.halo3.com/"&gt;Halo 3&lt;/a&gt;. I told Nick to go ahead and ride the coaster first to tell me if it was worth it... About 5 seconds went by and we came back soaking wet and said I had to ride the ride. So we boarded the ride and started up the long trek to the top of the coaster. As soon as the small four-person cart reached the top it blasted at some crazy speed down so fast I thought we were literally going to fly off the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was odd that Nick had returned from his ride in 5 seconds because it seemed as if the ride kept going on forever. The cart kept passing crazy waterfalls and jerking in all kinds of different ways. Finally we entered in a dark tunnel where I thought we would go down another hill into some sort of water pool as an ending to the ride. We kept going and going though... Next thing I know Nick and I are laying in my truck. It was really weird because I was 'asleep' in my dream and he was trying to wake me up. I then woke up to telling him to get up and go to work because he was going to be late. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-4181151657966576225?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4181151657966576225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=4181151657966576225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/4181151657966576225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/4181151657966576225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/04/roller-coasters-and-halo-3-looking.html' title='Roller Coasters and Halo 3 looking people'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-7078952286912577335</id><published>2008-04-16T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:42:29.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My very own Coin-Operated Boy!</title><content type='html'>This dream I had last night completely reminded me of that song "Coin-Operated Boy" by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dresden Dolls&lt;/span&gt;. If you have never heard it before, see video below or look it up on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I had a dream that my current boyfriend Nick was in fact a coin-operated boy who only came to life when I wanted him to. Total control factor in my eyes but amusing and fun none the less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQouxMR49Ds&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQouxMR49Ds&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-7078952286912577335?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7078952286912577335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=7078952286912577335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7078952286912577335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/7078952286912577335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-very-own-coin-operated-boy.html' title='My very own Coin-Operated Boy!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-6223918001779462452</id><published>2008-04-14T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:15:10.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart and Hummer's!</title><content type='html'>So I got a little intoxicated last night which resulted in a very deep sleep. I do not remember much of the dream but I do remember this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was part of some kind of gang, only girl, and we were on some kind of mission running away from the cops. At first there were four of us... One guy decided to find us a new ride while the remainder of us went into Wal-Mart to "hide". Of course Wal-Mart security has on us in no time so the three of us split. I went one way and the others went another. I guess they went the wrong way because I ended up in the back on the Wal-Mart looking at a bad ass new Hummer with my name on it - literally. I had no idea where the other person went who was supposed to find us a ride or where the other two had ended up so I jumped in the Hummer and went on my way. I do not remember why but I came up on some sort of wooded river and met a guy there who I later strangled and left for dead... I continued on my way and found the three comrades of mine on the side of the road. I quickly stopped to pick them up and we went on our merry way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up to a phone call which ended up being this girl crying in my ear. Damn you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-6223918001779462452?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6223918001779462452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=6223918001779462452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6223918001779462452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6223918001779462452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/04/wal-mart-and-hummers.html' title='Wal-Mart and Hummer&apos;s!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-297210855865396685</id><published>2008-04-09T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:43:37.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slashing Tires and Stealing Subs</title><content type='html'>Both Sunday and Monday my boyfriends tires have been slashed. Not just one or two, but ALL four of them. At first we figured it was a couple of young kids trying to have some fun but after the situation occurring a second time we decided there had to be more to the story. So now I am paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I think I got about three hours of sleep, if that. I had the craziest nightmare that whoever was slashing his tires came back and tore my truck to pieces. They managed to get in by cutting a small hole in the driver side window and used some kind of tool, probably a coat hanger, to unlock my doors. After they got in they ripped out my stereo and ripped my subs from behind my seats. The passengers side seat had been thrown out of the truck and the amp that was under it had been ripped out taking half the carpet with it. All four tires were slashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have figured they would have taken a bit more care taking things out from the inside since they were kind enough to not break windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I am glad this didn't really happen..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-297210855865396685?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/297210855865396685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=297210855865396685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/297210855865396685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/297210855865396685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/04/slashing-tires-and-stealing-subs.html' title='Slashing Tires and Stealing Subs'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-6164089179721246699</id><published>2008-04-04T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:56:13.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clowns, Mazes, and White Horses</title><content type='html'>A while ago I had the strangest nightmare. It began with a few friends and I on some sort of carnival ride out in the middle of no where. We were in some kind of other world filled with random objects where people only came around or shown themselves when they felt like it. As we were going through this ride, I could feel the hair on the back of my neck start to rise and knew something terrible would be around the next corner. Sure enough as the ride traveled through into the next room, which was filled with many different mirrors, stood a clown. He was tall and dressed in a green and yellow suit, face painted up with a red nose and red hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Immediately I started to panic and try to go the other way but the ride kept pushing me closer and closer to this terrifying clown. He was finally right next to me when the ride made a sudden right turn out into some kind of maze. There I exited the ride and began to run across a field that had suddenly appeared. There was a beautiful white horse standing on the other side of the field. When I reached the creature, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kneeled&lt;/span&gt; down in a way telling me to jump on. I did as I was still trying to run away from the clown who had begun to chase me through the field. The horse jolted and began to run faster then any horse I had ever been on. It suddenly made a giant leap and I found myself high above this vast maze which stretched for miles below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The next moment I was looking through what seemed to be a blurry television at a group of doctors standing around the white horse I had just been on. At first I couldn't really make out what they were saying until "the girl who was found next to the horse" was said. I started to listen in as they explained the horse didn't know what kind of power it had and when it jumped, it overshot its' target killing me on impact. They continued to say the horse would be fine but the girl was a lost cause. I then heard something behind me so I turned to find the same clown who had been chasing me before chuckling and welcoming me to his world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally woke up in a terrible sweat as this was the first time I had ever "died" in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following was taken from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/a/Dream_Dictionary_Dying/id/242538"&gt;Dream Dictionary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Not a portent of death per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. If you dream of dying yourself, then all your troubles will soon be over and you can start anew. However, it could also mean that a part of you is dying and, if the other symbols in the dream tell you that it’s a part of you that you like, you’d better find a way to resurrect it, and fast.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Sometimes this can be a wish-fulfillment dream, if you dream that someone who is causing trouble for you is dying. Don’t feel guilty; this is a better way to manifest that wish than other ways!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Dreams in which the dreamer talks with dead people imply that very welcome news is on its way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not sure I agree with the above statement... meaning I may possibly get over my fear of clowns? Or maybe the things going wrong in my life will right themselves? I can only hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-6164089179721246699?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6164089179721246699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=6164089179721246699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6164089179721246699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/6164089179721246699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/04/clowns-mazes-and-white-horses.html' title='Clowns, Mazes, and White Horses'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914987472963706244.post-8928767616140779515</id><published>2008-03-31T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:25:22.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Abuse and Domestic Distrubance</title><content type='html'>I want to start off by giving my readers a brief overview of the relationship I have with my mother. We had a horrible falling out around the time I turned 15 that resulted in me being sent away for a week, grounded for a month, and eventually moving out. We did not speak much for about two years and just recently have started talking on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream/nightmare I had last night was random and completely odd... Just like most of the other night visions I get while sleeping. It started off with me being in our horse pasture out at my mothers current residence. I am not sure what I was doing out there but started to walk back into the house as soon as I heard my sister (who was my cousin in the dream?!) yell at me. From what I remember the next scene was me in my bedroom at the time I lived there staring out the front window at my cousin (older sister) walking down the driveway screaming at the top of her lungs about something. I remember her telling me to go downstairs, so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs  I saw a bunch of empty bird cages which were the cages our pet birds had always been in and looked as if they had completely disappeared since there was still food and water in them. I headed up to the garage where I found another cage with two very sickly birds in it. They had no food or water so I gave them some new food and filled their dishes with clean water. One bird only had half its' feathers left and the other looked dull and grey in color. I remember being so angry about the condition of the birds I ran inside and started to yell at my mother and cousin. They told me they had given away my bird along with most of the others for some reason I cannot recall. The fighting was so bad I ended up grabbing the birds and started to run away from the house. This is where I woke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it wasn't an exactly scary dream per say, I was shaken up due to the fact I do not want to have another falling out with my mother. I know my bird is still safe and well taken care of but in the back of my mind I felt something was terribly wrong. It was just a weird coincidence that I was thinking about buying another cockatiel yesterday and dreamed about losing my current one "Neo".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2914987472963706244-8928767616140779515?l=beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8928767616140779515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2914987472963706244&amp;postID=8928767616140779515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/8928767616140779515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2914987472963706244/posts/default/8928767616140779515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondbluemoon.blogspot.com/2008/03/animal-abuse-and-domestic-distrubance.html' title='Animal Abuse and Domestic Distrubance'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058593964429756359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FkzVCrOhIo/R-wTwjcSvdI/AAAAAAAAACo/v7YSONNubVI/S220/l_bd8c40db9c286e5cd831e289e280c3d2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
