<?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-2540889328777324034</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:36:57.063-07:00</updated><category term='parking lot'/><category term='shore'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='barefoot'/><category term='nails'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>My Dreamblog</title><subtitle type='html'>an exercise in self-awareness</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Che76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014281258676152545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzvKN8Zo3aI/SdGPp7KUCoI/AAAAAAAADjU/9ffBMFfwL6w/S220/che76.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540889328777324034.post-7322199924882590820</id><published>2009-04-12T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:59:12.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>This weekend we went to my husband's parent's house to celebrate Easter.  I have been drained for the last few weeks so I have required additional napping. Yesterday, while at his parents place, I had a dream that my parents and my sister's family came over to spend Easter with us at the H's parent's house. I was really happy that both families were getting together. I was on the second floor looking out at and could see the driveway and people parking to come in. I talked to my sister and played with my nephew. Then all of the sudden I was at a bar in a small town in Nebraska. My ex- was having a party. I saw him from across the room. He was laughing and smiling with his friends, as I always remembered him to do. We exchanged pleasantries briefly. I saw people from work that we used to work with, that I haven't seen in years. We were in the bar at mid-day. The bar had stark white walls with expresso shelves and dark animal horns mounted randomly. I felt alone even though I was surrounded by all these people I used to know. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540889328777324034-7322199924882590820?l=theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/7322199924882590820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default/7322199924882590820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default/7322199924882590820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Che76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014281258676152545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzvKN8Zo3aI/SdGPp7KUCoI/AAAAAAAADjU/9ffBMFfwL6w/S220/che76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540889328777324034.post-5262865794772175037</id><published>2009-03-28T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:31:48.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beemer &amp; old classmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Last night I dreamt about our new beautiful blue BMW, which I like to affectionately refer to as "Monaco", and meeting up two Filipino classmates - Johanna &amp;amp; Grace - for a bite to eat. We never actually ate. I remember walking down the street with them, and talking. I remember seeing Monaco parked on the street at a meter, and the 3 of us were walking to Johanna's car.  Johanna had an irresistably sweet personality - VERY loving. If I remember correctly, she had a silver Volvo convertible that we all got into. ***end of scene***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Next dream:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I was at my old job and saw my old boss. She didn't talk to me. It hurt my feelings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540889328777324034-5262865794772175037?l=theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5262865794772175037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-beemer-old-classmates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default/5262865794772175037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default/5262865794772175037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-beemer-old-classmates.html' title='New Beemer &amp; old classmates'/><author><name>Che76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014281258676152545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzvKN8Zo3aI/SdGPp7KUCoI/AAAAAAAADjU/9ffBMFfwL6w/S220/che76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540889328777324034.post-1178993777248537162</id><published>2009-03-27T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:20:38.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confetti and Winter gloves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Things that are going on in my life are primarily work oriented. I have inherited the Director of Nursing position (interim) , on top of my normal position as Director of Knowledge and Performance Management. Currently, I am on a hiring spree for many positions. I had a few good interviews yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't remember much at all about last nights dreams besides confetti &amp;amp; later dreaming of seeing my black seude and sweater winter gloves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#0066CC;"&gt;Confetti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;To see or throw confetti in your dream, represents achievement and success. You have achieved a higher level of growth and learning and are a turning point in your life. Alternatively, it symbolizes much festivity and fanfare. You may be expressing joy, victory, and freedom from restraint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="730" height="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" width="413" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#0066CC;"&gt;Gloves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;To see or wear gloves in your dream, represent the way you handle things. You are getting a handle on a problem or you are being overly cautious in some situation. Alternatively, wearing gloves may mean that your creative abilities are still latent. You need to acknowledge and express that creative side.�&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066CC;"&gt;To dream that you are taking off gloves, symbolizes respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066CC;"&gt;To dream that you are wearing work gloves, represents a difficult situation that may get your hands dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066CC;"&gt;To dream that you throw a glove on the floor, indicates your need to challenge or address someone about an issue that has been bothering you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Not sure what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2540889328777324034-1178993777248537162?l=theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1178993777248537162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/2009/03/confetti-and-winter-gloves.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default/1178993777248537162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default/1178993777248537162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/2009/03/confetti-and-winter-gloves.html' title='Confetti and Winter gloves'/><author><name>Che76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014281258676152545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzvKN8Zo3aI/SdGPp7KUCoI/AAAAAAAADjU/9ffBMFfwL6w/S220/che76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540889328777324034.post-1188932307529298380</id><published>2009-03-26T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:13:00.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C.O.D &amp; thug life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photoshopnews.com/stories/images/ProjectLightroom/Project-Lightroom-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 320px;" src="http://photoshopnews.com/stories/images/ProjectLightroom/Project-Lightroom-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I dreamt that I was at work but it felt like I was back at C.O.D (College of DuPage). In the waiting room of the clinic I was surprised to see my friend D.Mo applying to work/go to school at this place as he is a Cardiology fellow at a prominent university hospital, locally, so why would he be applying to go to school at C.O.D or wanting to work in community health?!?! The front of the building looked much like this picture of COD but the inside looked like my workplace. In anycase he was there, we spoke a bit at the security desk.  While we were speaking there only briefly, a lady came an placed a tray of cookies (my personal favorite double chocolate chip with white chocolate chips).&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.solomonscookies.com/gfx/catalog/cookies/black_label/bl_choc_white_choc_chip.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 370px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and cupcakes on the counter for anyone to eat. They were clearly Sweet Mandy B's cupcakes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X8f-BC6r9w4/SKSPQBI6wII/AAAAAAAAARk/pHBwLqCtSuw/s320/cupcake_closeup.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but she called them brownies.  In anycase, I just remember her placing them there, I remember reaching for one however I don't remember actually eating it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139);"&gt;I was originally just stopping by the center briefly, and had parked in the fire lane, illegally, outside. When I went back outside, my car was gone (towed??). I went back into the building to the security desk to ask them if they had any cars towed. Then I saw my father-in-law, Manny, who was one of the security/maintenence crew and asked him if he knew what was going on with my car (Manny knows pretty much everything). Strangely, while answering my question, he was walked around the back of the security desk behind the stairs (which we don't have in the center behind the desk, in reality) and then to a nook/sitting area for the crew (which we don't have either). He was talking but I couldn't make out what he was saying (I think he was mumbling or the speech was garbled.) He took off his baseball cap and revealed his Don King hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://normlevy.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/don_king.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://normlevy.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/don_king.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 650px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139);"&gt;I walked to the middle hallway where there were seats where I could wait and I saw some young, teenaged hooligans passing by. I was in an area that looked like the patient registration area but the lights were off in the area and there was an empty purse on the floor and I had my own purse on me. As the thugs walked by, they looked at me and the purses and they hesitated to approach me, before they finally walked away but mumbled something about how they were looking for hidden guns stored in unused purses. I looked at the maroon sequined clutch on the floor wondering if a gun was indeed in there. I didn't bother looking though. I let some time pass, as I knew the youngn's had gone to the back before I proceeded to the back of the building. At the end of the hall, on the right hand side, was an auditorium where a big program or lecture was taking place, on the left, there was a door that opened up to the bedroom of my old house. I knew I had old, empty purses stored in the top shelf of my closet of this old room and wanted to get to them before they did. Not knowing where the thugs were, I slowly pushed open the already partially open door to enter my old room, and I felt resistance behind it, like someone was behind the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2010/1949663960_3308a6eb88.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2010/1949663960_3308a6eb88.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139);"&gt;The resistance gradually increased until finally I couldn't open the door, and I got scared and stopped trying. So I ran to the front of the building. It was now dusk, and I was looking for my car (which was now safely parked in the parking lot). I was sure that the thugs were behind me, but I didn't look. I simply wanted to focus on unlocking my car and and driving away safely. But then I woke up (as I was headed to my car in the lot).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2540889328777324034-1188932307529298380?l=theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1188932307529298380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/2009/03/cod-thug-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default/1188932307529298380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default/1188932307529298380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/2009/03/cod-thug-life.html' title='C.O.D &amp; thug life'/><author><name>Che76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014281258676152545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzvKN8Zo3aI/SdGPp7KUCoI/AAAAAAAADjU/9ffBMFfwL6w/S220/che76.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X8f-BC6r9w4/SKSPQBI6wII/AAAAAAAAARk/pHBwLqCtSuw/s72-c/cupcake_closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540889328777324034.post-7751058633734654397</id><published>2009-03-25T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:33:59.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Saigon &amp; Judy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.musical.org.nz/MissSaigonLogoColor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 367px;" src="http://www.musical.org.nz/MissSaigonLogoColor.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember much of my dream from last night, but I remember that while doing stuff around the house I was &lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=singing"&gt;singing&lt;/a&gt; (belting) more than a few songs from Miss Saigon. I LOVE this musical and if I hear any of the songs from the soundtrack, I can't help but get involved - vocally &amp;amp; emotionally. I don't know what it is about this musical, maybe the tragedy that it is, but it struck a deep chord within me the first time I saw it.  I have seen it multiple times, and still, to this day am deeply moved by the story and the songs.  I asked my hubby when I woke up if I was singing out loud, and he said no. I certainly felt as though I had. Not sure what that means...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing I remember dreaming about last night was my best girl-friend from highschool, Judy. Whenever we get together, we laugh uncontrollably. In my dreams, it was no different. We were &lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=laughing"&gt;laughing hysterically &lt;/a&gt;( as we usually do) and it felt SOOO good as I haven't had such a hearty and bawdy laugh in a long time. I can't believe I used to experience that with her on a regular basis! My the things we take for granted. I miss her and the great, lighthearted times that we shared. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540889328777324034-7751058633734654397?l=theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/7751058633734654397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/2009/03/miss-saigon-judy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default/7751058633734654397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default/7751058633734654397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/2009/03/miss-saigon-judy.html' title='Miss Saigon &amp; Judy'/><author><name>Che76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014281258676152545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzvKN8Zo3aI/SdGPp7KUCoI/AAAAAAAADjU/9ffBMFfwL6w/S220/che76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540889328777324034.post-336194760681360194</id><published>2009-03-23T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:04:02.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>This one took place in what looked like my current job except a lot of the people were people from my old job (all nurses). In one sectioned off area, there was a leak and onto old tiles and dirty floors which made it look like a swamp and spawning from this area were&lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=alligator"&gt; alligators&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=crocodile"&gt;crocodiles&lt;/a&gt; (which didn't seem to bother me, but were snapping amongst themselves and at other people).&lt;div&gt;I also remember making out with &lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=sister"&gt;my sister&lt;/a&gt; and feeling like I was obligated to please her sexually (which even in my dream I thought was weird &amp;amp; daunting). I don't remember actually DOING anything to her than hugging her and kissing her neck (which is my personal errogenous zone). I was doing things to her that would normally turn ME on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Interpretation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure what my old friends at my new job represent, but the leak I think is metaphoric for the "leak" of the new information about a lady being fired at work (whose position I now cover). I am sure the crocs and alligators represented the people and situations that lurk below the surface that I will encounter, but might not necessarily have a problem with as they weren't bothering me, particularly. As for the dream about my sister, the more that I think about it, I realize it is about my husband.  Many of his qualities he reminds me of my sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540889328777324034-336194760681360194?l=theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/336194760681360194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default/336194760681360194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default/336194760681360194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Che76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014281258676152545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzvKN8Zo3aI/SdGPp7KUCoI/AAAAAAAADjU/9ffBMFfwL6w/S220/che76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540889328777324034.post-6040857304042236344</id><published>2009-03-20T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:28:45.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;My dream from last night:&lt;div&gt;My husband stormed off angrily saying that he wanted to stay in the "other room" which looked like my brother's room in my Texas house, but this one was located between our washer and dryer nook &amp;amp; our front closet (by the cat bathroom). At first I was worried that I had done something wrong. Then he said "have you seen how filthy our place is?"  Then I got fired up and said "I sure have, but what have YOU done to help clean it up?" I am not a screamer in general, but I remember never screaming harder. In real life, I had just done some laundry and it is piled up on our bedroom drawer. In my dream, he said "your laundry is plied 2 feet high!!!" to which I fired back "well at least 1/2 a foot of it is your laundry that you haven't put away in 2 months now (this is true in real life as well)."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pissed and I stormed off to the room to go fold my laundry, but then I found that it was all put away. Then my heart melted because I knew he put it away for me. I then went and apologized to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540889328777324034-6040857304042236344?l=theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6040857304042236344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/2009/03/fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default/6040857304042236344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default/6040857304042236344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/2009/03/fight.html' title='Fight'/><author><name>Che76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014281258676152545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzvKN8Zo3aI/SdGPp7KUCoI/AAAAAAAADjU/9ffBMFfwL6w/S220/che76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540889328777324034.post-2619510870372951273</id><published>2009-03-19T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:52:18.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barefoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parking lot'/><title type='text'>Cleansing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't remember the order anymore, but I here are the elements of my dream last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=darkness"&gt;dark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - not sure what time of day it was. I was traveling as the passenger in a car with a co-worker (nursing director), who was the driver. Strangely, it there was some sort of ambient backlight in the car (like they have in movies during night scene shots, where you can see the glow of a person's face). She was worried and upset as she received bad news at work and was telling me how she couldn't believe it. As she was describing her inner turmoil and disbelief, she was holding my hands and digging her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=fingernail"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;long nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; into the flesh of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking along the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=shore"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;lakeshore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; by Northwestern's Chicago Campus. And the tide was high and it was a gloomy day. The lake was turning over and the murky waves were crashing against a periwinkle backdrop. It started to drizzle, so I ran to the hospital &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=parking+lot"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;parking lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (where I guess I had parked my car). I used to work at Northwestern Memorial Hospital for 9 years until recently. I could hear the rain coming down hard now. Not sure why, but I took off my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=shoes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (cream &amp;amp; black snakeskin pumps, which I don't even own in my waking life) and placed them in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/To%20see%20the%20trunk%20of%20a%20car%20in%20your%20dream,%20signifies%20a%20pleasant%20journey."&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;trunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. I took the elevator to the floor that connected to the hospital. I found myself walking around &lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=barefoot"&gt;barefoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/represents%20your%20playful%20attitudes%20and%20relaxed,%20carefree%20frame%20of%20mind.%20You%20have%20a%20firm%20grasp%20and%20good%20understanding%20on%20a%20situation.%20Alternatively,%20it%20mean%20indicate%20poverty,%20lack%20of%20mobility,%20or%20misunderstanding.%20You%20have%20low%20self-esteem%20and%20lack%20confidence%20in%20yourself.%20Or%20you%20may%20be%20dealing%20with%20issues%20concerning%20your%20self-identity."&gt;t&lt;/a&gt;, so in order to prevent getting an infection from walking around a hospital barefoot, I went to a patient care unit and asked for some footies. It took the nurse forever to do bring them to me, so while I was waiting, I knew where the supplies were and I went and got some of my own. As I was in a non-main hallway of that same unit, putting on my footies, and then all of the sudden, I had shopping bags full of various stockings and legwarmers (yes, some even were thigh-highs with feathers - which I have never seen, BTW). I had a hard time choosing which ones I should put on. I think I finally went with the original basic footies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis of the Key Elements:&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dreammoods Dream Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);   font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=dark"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);   font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);   font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=dark"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;is synonymous with ignorance, the unconscious, evil, death, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;fear of the unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. If the sun breaks through the darkness, then you will overcome your failures. If you feel safe in the dark, then it suggests that you like not knowing about certain things. As some might say, ignorance is bliss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066CC;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=car"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To dream that you are driving a car, denotes your ambition, your drive and your ability to navigate from one stage of your life to another. Consider how smooth or rough the car ride is. If you are driving the car, then you are taking an active role in the way your life is going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;However, if you are the passenger, then you are taking a passive role. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you are in the backseat of the car, then it indicates that you are putting yourself down and are allowing others to take over. This may be a result of low self-esteem or low self-confidence. Overall, this dream symbol is an indication of your dependence and degree of control you have on your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066CC;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=fingernail"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fingernails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To notice your fingernails in your dream, indicates that your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;defenses are up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. Consider the length of the nails, the color (if applicable), the condition, and the cleanliness of the nails for additional meaning to your dream. To dream that you broke a fingernail, suggests that you are trying to avoid some situation or trying to get out of a responsibility. Alternatively, the dream may reflect your self image. You are overly concerned with how others perceive you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066CC;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=shore"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Shore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To see the shore in your dream, suggests that your emotional needs are satisfied and any inner turmoil has been resolved. It also symbolizes a place where the conscious mind meets the unconscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=parking+lot"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Parking Lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To dream that you are in parking lot, suggests that you need to slow down and take some time to relax from your daily activities. To dream that you cannot find a parking space, indicates your inability to find your place in life. You may still be on your quest to find your talent or niche where you belong. Alternatively, it may reflect your busy life and the lack of time you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066CC;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdictionarysearch.pl?method=exact&amp;amp;header=dreamsymbol&amp;amp;search=shoes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In general, shoes represent your approach to life. It suggests that you are well-grounded or that you are down to earth.�It also represents your convictions about your beliefs. If you are changing your shoes, then it refers to your changing roles. You are taking a new approach to life. If your forget your shoes, then it suggests that you are leaving restraints behind you. You are refusing to conform to some idea or attitude. To find shoes in your dream, suggests that you have regained your foothold on life. You are back on the right path again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Trunk &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;To see the trunk of a car in your dream, signifies a pleasant journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Barefoot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To dream that you are barefoot, represents your playful attitudes and relaxed, carefree frame of mind. You have a firm grasp and good understanding on a situation. Alternatively, it mean indicate poverty, lack of mobility, or misunderstanding. You have low self-esteem and lack confidence in yourself. Or you may be dealing with issues concerning your self-identity.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That is it for now, until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/2540889328777324034-2619510870372951273?l=theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/feeds/2619510870372951273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/2009/03/cleansing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default/2619510870372951273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540889328777324034/posts/default/2619510870372951273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherside-dreamlog.blogspot.com/2009/03/cleansing.html' title='Cleansing'/><author><name>Che76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014281258676152545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzvKN8Zo3aI/SdGPp7KUCoI/AAAAAAAADjU/9ffBMFfwL6w/S220/che76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
