<?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-3588622</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:35:25.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loopdream</title><subtitle type='html'>dream logs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweedledum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweedledum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658601530000662549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588622.post-78009310</id><published>2002-06-20T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-20T20:46:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>collective dream filing many people i know away. all action takes place at cathy's parent's house on kenwood dr. house exactly as i remember it, right to the red phone on the wall in the upstairs hallway. started dream by looking for my son, who turned out to NOT really be my son, but another, sleeping with his father in terry's bed. his father, by the way, was jeff. flashing insite into what my life would have been like if the lies hadn't been uncovered and i'd remained encased in a happy bubble. frantic thoughts about where my child is and what his father is doing with him RIGHT THIS MINUTE. shaky, unsettled, scared. wander to the kitchen, where i find melanni, who i have a huge crush on, and try desperately to secure a date with. melanni is still mad at me, however, for the whole episode with X. speaking of......X is now a meeting planner, as i once was. i went to the local hotel to find him, and arrive just in time for the pre-con meeting. X has not arrived yet, but i see his place setting, and as his welcome gift the hotel has given him a mint copy of a McGuffy 3rd reader. cheese, crap, silly thing to post, but wanted to get signed up and started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588622-78009310?l=tweedledum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588622/posts/default/78009310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588622/posts/default/78009310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweedledum.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#78009310' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658601530000662549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
