<?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-4358947573994552952</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:42:12.071-05:00</updated><category term='Bugs'/><title type='text'>Jennifer's Dream Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about my crazy brain.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-3085926671737382550</id><published>2011-12-18T10:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T10:04:18.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Found</title><content type='html'>Last night, I dreamed I was desperately trying to unclog my toilet with a less than adequate plunger and the toilet continued to overflow over my bare feet.  The water in it wasn't running, but it WAS rising.  As I cried and put all my efforts into pushing the plunger up and down, a knock sounded on my bathroom door, which had been cracked open.  It banged open and my ex was standing there staring at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart jumped in my chest and I said, "How did you find me?!"&lt;br /&gt;He refused to answer. &lt;br /&gt;I screamed, "Get out! Get out get out get out!" And I whacked the door shut on his nose.  I heard him retreat so I opened the door and followed him to our front door, repeating the question, "How did you find me?"  I never received an answer.  I told him to never come here again. &lt;br /&gt;My roommate, Jeremy, accused me of telling him where we lived but I hadn't. I went back into my bedroom and looked around at the life I had carefully rebuilt and thought "could he tell a man lives in here with me?"&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my boyfriend and said, "I didn't tell him.  I didn't tell him where we lived.  I don't know how he found out."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-3085926671737382550?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3085926671737382550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/3085926671737382550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/3085926671737382550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/found.html' title='Found'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-4057766109279745100</id><published>2011-11-23T08:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T08:55:21.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marrying A Friend and A Celebrity</title><content type='html'>Last night, I dreamed that my friend from high school, Stephanie, was gay, even though she's in a long-term, committed relationship with the father of her son.  We were in a large room together and she told me she wanted to marry a woman, who was also an ordained minister.  The conundrum was, her girlfriend couldn't marry them herself, because obviously that wouldn't be legal. So they asked me to do it, even though I am not ordained.  I had been laying on blankets in this large room, which had bamboo and plants and other people around, though no one I knew.  &lt;br /&gt;Stephanie brought her girlfriend out to meet me...and it was Julia Roberts. Julia smiled at me and took my hand to lead me to a small podium in the center of the room. I had to step over other people laying on blankets as we walked.  &lt;br /&gt;I stood on the listeners' side of the podium while Stephanie and Julia stood on the speakers' and we all clasped hands. I repeated each line Julia spoke, who then repeated it back to me, while she looked at Stephanie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I married them. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-4057766109279745100?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4057766109279745100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/marrying-friend-and-celebrity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/4057766109279745100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/4057766109279745100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/marrying-friend-and-celebrity.html' title='Marrying A Friend and A Celebrity'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-1793008666161098910</id><published>2011-02-22T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:10:23.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Committed Murder</title><content type='html'>Last night, I dreamed that I was playing a game, but it was deadly.&amp;nbsp; My team against theirs, and the goal was to survive.&amp;nbsp; We had grenades, shotguns, rifles, automatics... And we used them.&amp;nbsp; I knifed one guy, who was about to kill my teammate.&amp;nbsp; There was also a girl on the other team, but I liked her, as a person.&amp;nbsp; I didn't want to kill her.&amp;nbsp; So when I came across her, I just threw my gun at her.&amp;nbsp; She pointed her shotgun at me, and I said, "I could have killed you, but I didn't.&amp;nbsp; So run!"&amp;nbsp; And she ran, leaving me on my knees in the dirt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime later, she joined up with us, and I was protecting her, when one of her teammates from the other side snuck up behind one of ours and was going to knife his throat.&amp;nbsp; I grabbed her sniper rifle, aimed down the sight and fired, blowing the guy backward.&amp;nbsp; They both collapsed onto the ground.&amp;nbsp; But my shot was poor, because the other guy sat back up, so, again, I aimed down the sight, and this time, I aimed for this forehead and fired.&amp;nbsp; And I killed him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He was the last kill and we stood around looking at each other when I realized we could be brought up on murder charges.&amp;nbsp; My teammates wanted me to get rid of my guns, but I was afraid to, because my fingerprints were all over them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up throwing down the guns I had and running with them anyway.&amp;nbsp; As the sirens blared louder, coming closer to the arena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-1793008666161098910?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1793008666161098910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-committed-murder.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/1793008666161098910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/1793008666161098910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-committed-murder.html' title='I Committed Murder'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-8106890622795137015</id><published>2011-02-12T20:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T20:27:27.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bugs'/><title type='text'>A Giant Bug</title><content type='html'>Last night, I dreamed that I was living in my parents' old house in Chesapeake, Virginia and my friend Liz was over.&amp;nbsp; We discovered two large bugs that resembled stink bugs, but their backs had these knobby ridges on them and they were an iridescent pink and purple.&amp;nbsp; One was smaller than the other.&amp;nbsp; We were able to shoo the smaller one back outside, but faced quite a challenge with the large one, which was about 8" from nose to butt.&amp;nbsp; Liz managed to get it into a medium-sized box, and we tipped it sideways to see its underbelly.&amp;nbsp; It had pincers and then a row of sharp teeth, and it made motions with its pincers at us.&amp;nbsp; Liz closed the lid and we left the room for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;When we came back to dispose of it, the lid was off of the box and the creature was gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-8106890622795137015?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8106890622795137015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/giant-bug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/8106890622795137015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/8106890622795137015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/giant-bug.html' title='A Giant Bug'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-2947534917821234000</id><published>2011-02-05T12:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:00:43.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Fired</title><content type='html'>Last night, I dreamed that I was fired and the Monday after, I completely forgot and showed up for work anyway.&amp;nbsp; I stood in the hallway outside our office suite and couldn't find my access card.&amp;nbsp; My former boss and colleague just stood there, looking at me like I was crazy.&amp;nbsp; Then I remembered, as I was digging through my purse, that I didn't HAVE an access card any longer, so I stepped aside and let them in.&amp;nbsp; And I stood outside the doors, peering in through the glass to a world in which I no longer belonged.&amp;nbsp; The elevator doors opened behind me and I turned to look at them as I stood there, and I knew I had to get on them, and they'd carry me away from this place and I would never be coming back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-2947534917821234000?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2947534917821234000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-was-fired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/2947534917821234000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/2947534917821234000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-was-fired.html' title='I Was Fired'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-3943876519977793996</id><published>2011-02-03T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:06:40.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Offending A Friend</title><content type='html'>Last night, I dreamed I made inappropriate gay jokes in front of my friend, who is also gay.&amp;nbsp; As soon as the joke left my lips, I felt bad, and I kept stealing glances at him, wondering if he had overheard me, since we were with a group of people.&amp;nbsp; He had been offended by others before, so I was genuinely worried I had hurt his feelings.&amp;nbsp; He briefly paused in his conversation with someone else, and then turned to me and started talking about something else, completely happy.&amp;nbsp; I never was sure if he heard me and dismissed it, or never heard me at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-3943876519977793996?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3943876519977793996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/offending-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/3943876519977793996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/3943876519977793996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/offending-friend.html' title='Offending A Friend'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-2108039916524789994</id><published>2011-01-26T13:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:08:30.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death of Snails</title><content type='html'>Last night I dreamed that everyone was talking about how I was&lt;br /&gt;unemployed.  I was reassuring them to expect great things from me.&lt;br /&gt;I also dreamed that I walked through an aquarium and as I passed the&lt;br /&gt;small exhibits with the underwater snails, they began to die, one by&lt;br /&gt;one, as I walked by, setting off alarms.  Their dying bodies glowed.&lt;br /&gt;I had been searching for a bathroom, so when I saw that happening, I&lt;br /&gt;quickened my pace  and continued looking.  As I rounded the left bend&lt;br /&gt;(it seemed to be a continuing left curve there) I saw the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;sign and workers were running by me in the direction I had come to&lt;br /&gt;save the dying snails.  And I knew in some way, I had killed them.&lt;br /&gt;I entered the bathroom, where two girls ahead of me were gossiping&lt;br /&gt;about someone and sat down in a stall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-2108039916524789994?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2108039916524789994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/death-of-snails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/2108039916524789994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/2108039916524789994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/death-of-snails.html' title='The Death of Snails'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-1260820054336291080</id><published>2010-09-25T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:35:47.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister Hunted Dinosaurs</title><content type='html'>Last night, I dreamed that my sister Stefanie and I were riding horses  when she wheeled off on her mount to go hunt the dinosaurs that roamed  across the land.  We were not close to any cities, and the hills  reminded me of what I think Ireland would look like.  The dinosaurs she  sought were varied: the T-Rex, the now-debunked Brontosaurus from our  childhood books, the Stegosaurus.  I remember feeling fretful that she  was endangering herself, and each time she’d leave, she’d be gone  longer.   But she was trying to keep us safe and there was nothing I  could do to stop her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-1260820054336291080?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1260820054336291080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-sister-hunted-dinosaurs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/1260820054336291080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/1260820054336291080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-sister-hunted-dinosaurs.html' title='My Sister Hunted Dinosaurs'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-265116529328163369</id><published>2010-09-02T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:35:19.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Centipedes</title><content type='html'>Last night, I dreamed that a million centipedes descended on me from  under and around my pillow while I was sleeping to attack me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-265116529328163369?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/265116529328163369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/09/centipedes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/265116529328163369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/265116529328163369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/09/centipedes.html' title='Centipedes'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-5614229472856160664</id><published>2010-06-21T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:34:51.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Life Without Color?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;A Chinese woman and man (married) were getting their eyes  examined.  They had been getting them examined for years, because the  work they did made their vision poor over time.  The doctors were trying  to reverse the effects their work had had on their eyes, with  operations (I think, but I’m not positive) and eye drops.  They were  unsuccessful with the man; he raged at them and the children (there were  a dozen Chinese children in the facility) were very frightened of him.   I found out that his work had negatively impacted him, and the gradual  loss of his site was the repercussions of his terrible work, whatever it  was. His work was Bad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I watched the doctors (white, by the way) place eye drops into his  wife’s eyes and she blinked.  She could see!  She stood up and the  Chinese children swarmed her joyously and she wept with happiness as  they crowded her and hugged her.  I found out that she lost her site  because of her work, but she was a seamstress, sewing clothes for  children, so her work was Good.  And that is why she received her site  back.  She asked why there was no artwork in the facility and I didn’t  have the answer.  The doctors just shrugged and said artwork was  expensive.  The facility was so cold and white…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I got down on my hands and knees and said, “It’s so easy to create  your own abstract art!  Just grab some conte crayons and a blank sheet  of drawing paper and begin coloring and smearing…Then take a matte black  frame and place it over it and you have artwork for less than $10!   What is life without color?!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That is when my alarm woke me up, blaring through my brain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;__________&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I had a caffeinated soda in the middle of the afternoon.    I’m quite positive that is the reason for the vivid (literally) dream.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-5614229472856160664?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5614229472856160664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-is-life-without-color.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/5614229472856160664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/5614229472856160664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-is-life-without-color.html' title='What Is Life Without Color?'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-8131355535644240954</id><published>2010-04-20T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:34:17.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Hair</title><content type='html'>Last night I dreamed that I left my left armpit completely unshaven,  thus it had grown out like a man’s.  My right was completely smooth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-8131355535644240954?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8131355535644240954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/body-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/8131355535644240954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/8131355535644240954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/body-hair.html' title='Body Hair'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-8837854918903370852</id><published>2009-10-25T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:33:42.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The American Legion Bridge</title><content type='html'>Last night, I dreamed that they were building townhouses that were  attached to the sides of the American Legion Bridge, near the banks of  the Potomac River, on both the Maryland and Virginia sides.  And it was  really messing up traffic with all the construction, and as I was  driving across the bridge, I thought to myself, if the middle of the  bridge collapsed, all the houses would come down, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-8837854918903370852?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8837854918903370852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/american-legion-bridge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/8837854918903370852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/8837854918903370852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/american-legion-bridge.html' title='The American Legion Bridge'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-5212213222286668366</id><published>2009-10-08T20:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T12:36:14.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aunt Died</title><content type='html'>Last night, I had a dream that my recently married cousin (who is  probably my closest cousin, because we get along so well and are so much  alike), was hanging out with me, when she nonchalantly turned to me and  said “by the way, my mom died last night in a car accident.”&amp;nbsp; And then she turned back to whatever she was doing, as if it didn't matter, while I sat beside her, shell-shocked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-5212213222286668366?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5212213222286668366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-aunt-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/5212213222286668366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/5212213222286668366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-aunt-died.html' title='My Aunt Died'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-2362171087523068556</id><published>2009-10-04T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:32:03.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin Powers Is Sexy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Last night, in my dream, I was chasing Austin Powers, because I  WANTED him.  I finally trapped him in a hotel room, and to give the room  atmosphere, I started turning off the lights. But the lights were  endless.  Every time I thought I had the last one, I realized there was  another I had missed.  I finally gave up on the lights and seductively  went to him in my negligée, where he appeared scared and nervous.  There  the dream ended.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*Note:  I have not watched any of the Austin Powers movies in years.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-2362171087523068556?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2362171087523068556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/austin-powers-is-sexy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/2362171087523068556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/2362171087523068556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/austin-powers-is-sexy.html' title='Austin Powers Is Sexy?'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-7438630060839877586</id><published>2009-09-21T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:31:29.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattering Dishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Last night, I dreamed that I was standing in the kitchen while  my boyfriend did the dishes when all of a sudden, he turned and began  raging at me.  Then he began throwing plates and bowls and glasses at me  as I stood in terror, while they shattered around my feet and all I  could do was open my mouth in a silent scream.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*It’s important for me to note here that a couple of months ago I got  out of a long-term mentally and occasionally physically abusive  relationship, and I believe this dream was a projection of that.  As my  friend put it, my “past is haunting” me.*&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-7438630060839877586?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7438630060839877586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/shattering-dishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/7438630060839877586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/7438630060839877586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/shattering-dishes.html' title='Shattering Dishes'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-582970281017191841</id><published>2009-09-12T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:30:52.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Last night, I dreamt that I was winding down the twisty roads of  West Virginia (not sure why WV, but whatever) in my banana yellow  Celica.  It began to gradually lose gravity and bounce, similar to how  you would bounce on the moon.  As it bounced higher and higher, I  continued to lose control and flew off the road in mid-air towards the  fir trees that are so prevalent in this part of the country (for the  record, I live in northern Virginia).  I was directly headed for one of  those trees and I braced both hands on the steering wheel and pushed  back, readying for impact.  It should be noted here that the rest of  this happened in slow motion.  Bracing myself, I pushed back against the  seat, and plowed into the tree.  Glass shattered all around me.  When  the car came to a complete stop, I was fully reclined, as if the bracing  and pushing and reclined it all the way back until I was laying down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And then I walked away from the accident, without a scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-582970281017191841?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/582970281017191841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/car-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/582970281017191841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/582970281017191841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/car-accident.html' title='Car Accident'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-1232752868056633833</id><published>2007-12-17T20:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T12:37:20.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;Last night, I dreamed I had a baby.  But I birthed a baby that  was the equivalent of an 8-month old.  I brought him home from the  hospital in a plastic grocery bag.  Now the thing is, I tied the grocery  bag shut with the handles (I do this in real life to keep things from  spilling out when I’m driving home).  I brought him home, set him down,  bag and all in the living room and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;About a day passed and I kept thinking his name was Anthony, and I  worried that my friend Carmen was going to be so pissed that i had named  him that, because that’s HER baby’s name.  Then I realized that I  hadn’t heard a peep from the little one since I brought him home, and  realized I didn’t have a crib or baby monitors, or ANYTHING.  I rushed  downstairs (Dennis and I were living in my old house in Virginia) and he  was still in the bag, which was still tied shut.  I ripped open the  bag, and he was gasping for breath and his little heart was beating  wildly.  But I didn’t take him to the doctor, because I was afraid they  would call the cops to come arrest me for child neglect.&lt;br /&gt;Then I checked his hospital bracelet and remembered I didn’t name him  Anthony afterall!  I named him Theodore Jackson (I have no idea where  that name is from). And I called him Teddy.  I pressed Teddy to me so  relieved, and his heart beat slowed to normal.  I remember just loving  that kid so much, and the last thing I remember is holding him up by his  hands and teaching him to walk.&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-1232752868056633833?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1232752868056633833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/birth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/1232752868056633833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/1232752868056633833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/birth.html' title='Birth'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-1887655504013864693</id><published>2007-12-07T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:29:17.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;I dreamed I was having an autopsy/brain surgery.  Dr. Hahn from  Grey’s Anatomy was my surgeon and I was awake and laying face down while  she peeled my scalp back from skull.  She kept pouring ice cold water  over my skull to rinse the blood and every time she did, I got a cold  chill that went down my body.  Afterwards, she sewed me up, and I asked  my friend Liz, “Can you see the scar and stitches?” as I shook my LONG  wavy hair at her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have short short hair.  Weird.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-1887655504013864693?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1887655504013864693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/brain-surgery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/1887655504013864693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/1887655504013864693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/brain-surgery.html' title='Brain Surgery'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-3063806812624383900</id><published>2006-10-23T20:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T21:02:43.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Parents Remarried</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My mom and dad have been divorced for 22 years.  My dad has been with  his girlfriend for the same amount of time.  They met shortly after my  mom divorced him.  Seriously, that’s true.  So in my dream, my dad  kicked Pat (his girlfriend, whom I just consider my stepmom, because  they have been together for so long and I love her like my own mother)  out of HER OWN house in Florida and my mom and him remarried.  I was  forced to go live with them in Pat’s house.  WTF.  I remember walking  around and thinking, “this is so freakin’ weird.  My parents are  married.  This is NOT natural.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-3063806812624383900?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3063806812624383900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-parents-remarried.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/3063806812624383900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/3063806812624383900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-parents-remarried.html' title='My Parents Remarried'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358947573994552952.post-4294752039100092643</id><published>2006-02-09T20:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T21:03:08.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Comes For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I dreamed that I was driving the Celica and got into a bad accident.   Now, mind you, I don’t remember the actual accident.  I just remember  seeing my car cracked up pretty badly.  And the doctors checked me out  and I was dead, but still alive.  I was at my old house in Virginia, and  I remember seeing the Celica all cracked up in the front yard.  And I  said to my mother, “Maybe I’m not dead.  Maybe I’m just really sick.”   And she cried and said, “No, Jenn, you really are dead.  The doctor  confirmed it.”  And I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I looked out our bay window and saw my neighbor Sarah walking across  our yard with her head hung.  She and I grew up together.  She was  carrying an envelope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Then I went upstairs and said to the doctor, “Maybe I’m not dead.   Maybe I’m just sick.”  And he disagreed and said I was indeed dead.   Then he said, “Hold out your arm.  See how it’s turning gray?  That’s  what happens when you die.  Your skin turns gray.”  And I remember  looking at it turning gray and I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Then I was in an underground parking garage, looking at my Celica  (weirdly, I think the parking garage was under my house, even though  there are no basements in my hometown) and as I was winding my way down  the ramp, there were other people there, too.  And I kept seeing a tall,  thin black man in a long black trench coat.  Everywhere I turned, there  he was, just strolling along.  Never looking at me, just happened to be  everywhere I was.  And I knew he was Death and he was coming to claim  me from this world.  And as I looked at the Celica, I ran across a MLB  player…someone famous.  I don’t know who, but I remember that I  recognized him as someone famous in my dream.  And he had some paper in  his hand, and when he handed it to me, he said, “It’s a transcript of  your life,” and showed me where he and I were conversing before I  crashed my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;As I read down the transcript, the last dialogue said, “And it’s a  shame you won’t be alive to see-” and that’s where the accident  occurred.  I realized it was him I had had the conversation with, and he  knew before the accident that I was going to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt; The I woke up.   In tears.   Thinking I really was dead, and that my current life was nothing but the dream of a dead person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358947573994552952-4294752039100092643?l=jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4294752039100092643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2006/02/death-comes-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/4294752039100092643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358947573994552952/posts/default/4294752039100092643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersdreamdiary.blogspot.com/2006/02/death-comes-for-me.html' title='Death Comes For Me'/><author><name>Jennifer @ The Bawdy Book Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266460991818795257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSdaVdlVNLY/TijoqxdRESI/AAAAAAAAA1o/b9kSFq9vcuc/s220/bawdy-books_button.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
