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		<title>9 of June, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 09:43:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was at my cousin Matt’s house. It was a nice day and there was something strange about everything, I couldn’t quite figure it out. I saw my uncle (Matt’s dad, he died about 10 years ago) walking in the living room. I thought nothing strange of this, I thought he just came out of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xanthophobia.wordpress.com&amp;blog=966661&amp;post=452&amp;subd=xanthophobia&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was at my cousin Matt’s house. It was a nice day and there was something strange about everything, I couldn’t quite figure it out. I saw my uncle (Matt’s dad, he died about 10 years ago) walking in the living room. I thought nothing strange of this, I thought he just came out of a coma. I went into Matt’s room and sat on his bed.</p>
<p>The scene changed and I was on an isolated beach walking on the sand. There were beautiful trees around me and I had a feeling that I was nowhere near anything, let alone my house. I felt very isolated.</p>
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		<title>7 of June, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 09:42:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was at the entrance of Lakeside in Pakenham with Sophie; I remember seeing that she had three clitorises. We were looking for a private place to go and do stuff, I remembered that my old house was just around the corner and although I didn’t have the key we could go in the backyard. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xanthophobia.wordpress.com&amp;blog=966661&amp;post=450&amp;subd=xanthophobia&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was at the entrance of Lakeside in Pakenham with Sophie; I remember seeing that she had three clitorises. We were looking for a private place to go and do stuff, I remembered that my old house was just around the corner and although I didn’t have the key we could go in the backyard. We walked up along the highway on the grass, when we reached the bus stop where I used to catch the bus to school in the morning a whole pack of boys walked passed us in orange work tops. I saw that is was Raff (old friend) and all the people that lived in Pakenham that went to my school. I said hi and Sophie reached out to hug Macca (guy at my school) he rejected it and we kept walking. We got to my house and I saw that the garage door was open and there was someone’s stuff in there all packed away (I saw some chairs and boxes) I then remembered that someone was now living in there, we walked around looking for another place to ‘snuggle’.</p>
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		<title>14 of May, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 07:32:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was at a function with my family, Simon was with me. We were in a big hall and I saw that is was a very nice day outside. Simon and I were on a stage, we had been asked to play a song in front of everyone. There were a lot of people looking [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xanthophobia.wordpress.com&amp;blog=966661&amp;post=448&amp;subd=xanthophobia&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p>I was at a function with my family, Simon was with me. We were in a big hall and I saw that is was a very nice day outside. Simon and I were on a stage, we had been asked to play a song in front of everyone. There were a lot of people looking at us excitedly; we had no idea what we were going to play, or how we were going to do it in front of all those people. I remember seeing Bishop (guy from school) he was being nice to us and telling us everything was going to be fine. I started playing a Dèvil song, after a few seconds everyone was booing us and telling us to get off the stage; I realized I was playing on an Xbox controller. I noticed some girls without tops on in the audience.</p>
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		<title>13 of May, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 07:31:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is the first dream I have recorded for a long time, as you can see. I will now be putting in some effort to record all dreams which I can remember. I was at school at the back of the Thomas buildings with Simon, Sophie and Sophie’s cousin. Sophie told me her cousin was [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xanthophobia.wordpress.com&amp;blog=966661&amp;post=447&amp;subd=xanthophobia&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is the first dream I have recorded for a long time, as you can see. I will now be putting in some effort to record all dreams which I can remember.</p>
<p>I was at school at the back of the Thomas buildings with Simon, Sophie and Sophie’s cousin. Sophie told me her cousin was from Turkey and she could get good drugs and has had a lot of sex (I didn’t think anything strange of what she was telling me). I remember Sophie had her laptop with her, she was on msn. A train went passed and I threw a rock at it. The train stopped for a few seconds and then continued to move to Beaconsfield station. Another train came on the same line. I threw another rock at this one this time. The train stopped again, then I saw the driver get out and put his mobile phone to his ear, we all ran back to Gal house locker bays. While I was there, Mr. Cooke (caregroup teacher) approached me with a note, he said that I was suspended for throwing rocks and might get expelled. I saw Mrs. Luckey (house coordinator) in her office, she seemed disappointed but was determined to try to get me out of trouble, I was begging her to try, I got locked in the locker bay like a prisoner, I squeezed myself through the bars and continued to beg her. That is all I remember.</p>
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		<title>7, March, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 11:37:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[An Apology to readers. (Especially/only Simon) Yes, I know. Dreams have not recently been posted. I am having an extended intermission or &#8216;study break&#8217; as I might call it at recording my dreams in my journal and will be returning when school is less involved in my life (next couple of years or so). I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xanthophobia.wordpress.com&amp;blog=966661&amp;post=444&amp;subd=xanthophobia&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>An Apology to readers. (Especially/only Simon)</p>
<p>Yes, I know. Dreams have not recently been posted. I am having an extended intermission or &#8216;study break&#8217; as I might call it at recording my dreams in my journal and will be returning when school is less involved in my life (next couple of years or so). I will be updating and recording only selected dreams (very few). Please keep updated.</p>
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		<title>26 of January, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 05:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had three dreams this night, detail in all was lost. I was at some kind of a school retreat with Sophie and a few other people. It was the last few days and I just wanted to go home. I remember that we walked along this massive wooden bridge that looked unstable to get [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xanthophobia.wordpress.com&amp;blog=966661&amp;post=440&amp;subd=xanthophobia&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">I had three dreams this night, detail in all was lost.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">I was at some kind of a school retreat with Sophie and a few other people. It was the last few days and I just wanted to go home. I remember that we walked along this massive wooden bridge that looked unstable to get to the other side to find a hotel to stay in for the last night. We finally crossed and walked through a little, dull courtyard with old people sitting down playing cards on a park bench. We walked to our hotel and had a look inside. I walked in and there was a big black lady exercising on an exercise machine. She was fully naked. She looked at me and said something like ‘Oh, hello sorry about that’ and put on some clothes. She showed us around the hotel, it was disgusting. We all had to sleep in the same room in bunk beds, I really wasn’t looking forward to that. Our leader then asked her how much it was for a night stay, she told us that it was $250 a night, our leader (which I do not remember any details of) then said ok we are here until Saturday is that ok? That was three nights; I was starting to get nervous.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">In my next dream I was at work in the factory with Sophie. The factory was our school and Sophie kept leaving me to go and talk to people. I saw her go around the back of the big doors so she was outside next to the truck that was delivering goods. I walked up to her and saw about 3 men, they all knew her. I started getting angry and told the man unloading the truck to hurry up and called him a ‘redhead’ (he didn’t have any hair, but his head was red from the sun). I saw my dad standing next to the truck on the right, I didn’t seem to notice though, I was too angry. I walked off and into the factory. I went behind the gate where they keep all the chairs and spied on what they were all doing. I then went back. I wasn’t angry anymore, I was calm and said goodbye to everyone.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">In my next dream I was at home, I was with my dad and Sophie again. We were upstairs and I was making something before I went to bed in the kitchen. I went downstairs and looked through the bathroom door, Sophie was having a shower. I went inside and said hello, I was brushing my teeth or something and then I looked at her. There were two people beside her in the reflection of the mirror. I got so scared. I closed my eyes and opened them again and there was on me and her.</span></p>
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		<title>23 of January, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 03:56:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had a couple of dreams this night, the first I do not remember to full detail. I was with Simon at some fair thing on a harbor, I remember being really mad at something. Some kids came up to us and started laughing at us. I beat one up (I don’t remember very well [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xanthophobia.wordpress.com&amp;blog=966661&amp;post=437&amp;subd=xanthophobia&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;  Normal 0     false false false  EN-US X-NONE X-NONE                           &lt;![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;                                                                                                                                            &lt;![endif]--> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">I had a couple of dreams this night, the first I do not remember to full detail.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">I was with Simon at some fair thing on a harbor, I remember being really mad at something. Some kids came up to us and started laughing at us. I beat one up (I don’t remember very well what happened).</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;"><span> </span>This dream was strange.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">I was on a train with Sophie going towards the city. I remember we stopped off at a stop we had never seen before. We got off and had a look around, there was an op shop. We went over to it and looked out the front. There were some nice paintings of Melbourne and Australia. We saw one that we really liked; it had a big straw hut in the middle of water at a beach. We looked around and saw the beach across the road from us; we were now at the place in the picture. I remember that I wasn’t worried about where I was I was just admiring the view. There was a big bridge that went over the sea to an Island, I thought that maybe we were at Philip Island, but I knew we weren’t because I had been there before and it was different. Further down the sea still close to land was a little village, I thought that maybe we were in another country.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">I now was worrying about where we were and how we were going to get back. I looked around and saw that to the right of us in the distance was the Rialto building that is in Melbourne centre. This made me feel a little bit better. I told Sophie that we better start walking before it got dark. We walked through many streets until we finally got to the city centre. I remember seeing a lot of people from school in the city. I saw Mr. Furlong (old house coordinator) He said that I looked like a poser, I looked at him and said something like ‘I’m the poser, you and your Def Lepard more like it, faggot.’ I felt a little bit bad for him, he put his head down.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">The scene changed and we were back at the op shop near the beautiful beach again. I called mum and told her to come and get us. When she got there, I told her the way through the back streets that we had went to get to the city. Sophie was in a real raunchy mood, I couldn’t keep her off me. We were in the back seat and she was rubbing herself all over me. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">Mum tried to get the car up a hill but it failed on us. It staled and started rolling back down. I got out and started pushing it, but it wouldn’t start. Finally when we got it moving we got back on track and onto a main highway (it looked like Clyde road near Kambriya). Cars were tooting their horns at us, the car could hardly move. Mum asked me what I would like for dinner; I told her that I wasn’t really hungry. We stopped off at a camp site for the night, Sophie wanted to go and do stuff, so I told mum that we were going to go and get some drinks, and I asked if her, Hannah or Luke wanted one, they all said Pepsi, I felt bad for mum, making her drive all the way to get me.</span></p>
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		<title>18 of January, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 02:35:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[All I remember from this dream is being with Sophie. I was living in my house in Pakenham and we were running late for school. We were around Pakenham waiting for the train to arrive, Sophie’s mum knew that we were running extremely late, so we weren’t really too nervous.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xanthophobia.wordpress.com&amp;blog=966661&amp;post=432&amp;subd=xanthophobia&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">All I remember from this dream is being with Sophie. I was living in my house in Pakenham and we were running late for school. We were around Pakenham waiting for the train to arrive, Sophie’s mum knew that we were running extremely late, so we weren’t really too nervous.</span></p>
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		<title>16 of January, 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 01:43:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had two dreams this night. This was a very strange dream; it was quite a long dream considering that I had not been able to remember my dreams very well lately. I was at a train station at the top of N.S.W waiting for a train to take me home. I was with Simon [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xanthophobia.wordpress.com&amp;blog=966661&amp;post=429&amp;subd=xanthophobia&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">I had two dreams this night.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">This was a very strange dream; it was quite a long dream considering that I had not been able to remember my dreams very well lately.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">I was at a train station at the top of N.S.W waiting for a train to take me home. I was with Simon and Sophie. We had to wait ages for the train to come. When it finally came we got on. I remember that Sophie got off at the next stop, she said that she was justy checking something but the train left without her, I rang her and she said not to worry and that she was going to catch the next train. I was still worried though, I was looking forward to the trip with her. I went back to the first station (somehow) and waited, she wasn’t there. The train finally came and I got on. I forgot my luggage, but I didn’t seem to care much, I was now on the train with Simon. It was a long time before we got to the next station, but when we got there it took even longer to take off again. Simon said that he would be back and left the train, the train then left without him, and I was alone.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">The scene changed and I was on a large ship in the middle of the ocean. I was with a big group of girls; I had never seen any of them before. The waves were rocking the ship, after a while the ship capsized. Everyone was swimming around waiting for it to turn back over, it never did. The captain said that it would take a long time before we would get home; I just wanted to get home. I swam under water and pushed myself up off the sand under the water, I saw a girl with long brown hair. She looked at me while we both arose to the surface. She then took off her top and showed me her breasts, they were big and firm. I told her that I didn’t want to do anything (I was thinking of Sophie the whole time).</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">In my next dream I was at a university in Sydney with Simon. We were outside in a car park sitting down on a curb. A rough looking guy came up to us and asked us if we would like some ‘beccys’ I said no and told him that we just wanted some weed. He said that we should try it. There was another guy sitting across from us. He said that he wanted some. The guy pulled out some syringes and injected it into the back of his head; he then injected some into his arm. The guy then tried to stab me with a syringe. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">The scene changed and I was inside the University. The same guy was trying to punch me. I pushed him away and he left the room. He came back straight after with a Stanley knife and tried to stab me. I picked up a chair to protect myself from the blade. I then saw a handgun on the table next to me I picked it up and pointed it at him. He stopped and dropped the knife raising his hands; I shot the ceiling to show him the it was loaded. I told him to go to the aquarium and pull down his pants and tell everyone that he was gay. He then left to do so. </span></p>
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		<title>6 of January, 2009</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was in an old car with dad, Hannah, Luke and a few other people. We were driving around the streets near dad’s old house. We drove pass a pack of teenagers. We started yelling stuff at them and abusing them. We got away and I said that I wanted to go back to them [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xanthophobia.wordpress.com&amp;blog=966661&amp;post=425&amp;subd=xanthophobia&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;  Normal 0     false false false  EN-US X-NONE X-NONE                           &lt;![endif]--> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:&quot;">I was in an old car with dad, Hannah, Luke and a few other people. We were driving around the streets near dad’s old house. We drove pass a pack of teenagers. We started yelling stuff at them and abusing them. We got away and I said that I wanted to go back to them to tease them again. Dad said that he was going to get out of the car and wait for us and that Hannah could drive. I remember Hannah was a bad driver. We drove slowly past them and they started running after us, I told Hannah to drive faster but she didn’t know how to, They were going to get us and beat us up.</span></p>
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