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   <title>Closing Time</title>
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   <published>2007-05-23T22:49:22Z</published>
   <updated>2007-05-23T22:59:34Z</updated>
   
   <summary>SEMISONIC Closing Time Closing time Open all the doors and let you out into the world Closing time Turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl Closing time One last call for alcohol so finish your...</summary>
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      SEMISONIC
Closing Time


Closing time
Open all the doors and let you out into the world
Closing time
Turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl
Closing time
One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer
Closing time
You don&apos;t have to go home but you can&apos;t stay here
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home
Closing time
Time for you to go out to the places you will be from
Closing time
This room won&apos;t be open till your brothers or your sisters come
So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits
I hope you have found a friend
Closing time
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning&apos;s end
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home 


The closing of the blogs reminded me of this song, and come to think of it now, the song lyrics are actually pretty dreamlike. 

The closing of the blogs is a pretty great time. I know I will probably continue to add dreams to the blogs because it has become so routine to me. In addition, I feel like it is almost theraputic. 

Since the beginning of the dream blog, I feel like we have come so far. Our dreams have come more of a part of us, and dream blogging has been a weekly part of my life. I have become more aware of my dreams than ever before. Not once before this class did I record my dreams, nor wake up being excited by my last nights dream for any more than a deeply personal reason. I feel like I have grown to remember and analyze my dreams to my benefit.


I was also glad that I was able to experience a lucid dream. The freeing feeling of that was unbelieve, and I really have gained such control over my unconscious. I sometime KNOW now wwhen I am dreaming because I have a better awareness.

The closing of the blogs will not be a closing for me, but I would like to say goodbye regardless. Goodbye blogs, you have been quite helpful for all of us!
      
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<entry>
   <title>Mini Dreams</title>
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   <published>2007-05-23T22:39:04Z</published>
   <updated>2007-05-23T22:49:03Z</updated>
   
   <summary>The past few nights have been very odd in terms of dreaming. Where I normally have no trouble dreaming, I have been having very short, forgettable dreams that make no sense. Here are a couple of the ones I remember,...</summary>
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      The past few nights have been very odd in terms of dreaming. Where I normally have no trouble dreaming, I have been having very short, forgettable dreams that make no sense. Here are a couple of the ones I remember, or at least had the opportunity to write down.



1)	I am walking up a flight of large spiral stairs. As I am doing so, the stairwell starts to grow ivory vines all over it. The stairs are crystallized and soon it becomes harder and harder to climb because it feels like the vine is wrapping around my feet. I get to the top of the staircase but am not allowed to move to the solid flooring because the vine has a hold of my foot to the very top step. I struggle to break free, but I can not and I suppose I give up.



2)	Once again, I have an ever-popular SIM dream. That is, I dream in always a comic like form where I look like  SIM (a popular computer game avatar). I am Sim making dinner, and I have to click myself to move about the kitchen. I remember being clicked to put a turkey in the over, to mash potatoes, and make some kind of soup. I remember the kitchen being a perfect country look. I do not remember much after.



3) This dream was one from last night. I was talking to this young boy about learning languages. He was talking me that he knew many languages, and started talking French to me. I had no clue what he was saying, but when I tried to talk back to him, I somehow knew the language. He knew exactly what I was saying, and would respond to my responses, but I did not know what I was saying. All of sudden the boy started laughing at him, and I looked down to see that my arm was bleeding. I snapped out of the French haze and in English asked him why he cut me, and says, “you told me to!”

      
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<entry>
   <title>CONFERENCIO</title>
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   <published>2007-05-16T22:46:54Z</published>
   <updated>2007-05-16T22:57:53Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Now that my heart rate has returned to normal, and conference is a past memory....here I am to talk about it, haha!...</summary>
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      Now that my heart rate has returned to normal, and conference is a past memory....here I am to talk about it, haha!

      

I am so proud of us. I feel like this semester has been very filled with assignments and work from all of our classes and other responsibilities, and we have handled it well, and the semester is closing! Good job to all of us, and special thanks to John for being the host. I think we were well-spoken, louder, and much more clear than last night.


I was totally nervous speaking yesterday, and today I messed up lines but I believe I got back up well. I was so glad to finish speaking. Having been too loud, it was really a challenge to step out of my teacher&apos;s tone. 

It is strange to think that this is the last huge milestone for us as a class.We have gone through so much preparation, and training, and here we are! 

I do wish that more people attended the conferece. Only two of the four people that told me they could go actually showed up during some point. But we did a good job of advertising it, so at least we can say we tried our best. 


I want to wish everyone the best of luck after graduation. :)
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   <title>VERY WEIRD DREAM SEQUENCE</title>
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   <published>2007-05-16T22:04:33Z</published>
   <updated>2007-05-16T22:46:43Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I do not know if it is because the conference was today, and I was nervous, but I had a CRAZY dream sequence....here it goes,,,, 1) I am sitting in my bedroom and my mother runs into my room. She...</summary>
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      I do not know if it is because the conference was today, and I was nervous, but I had a CRAZY dream sequence....here it goes,,,,


1) I am sitting in my bedroom and my mother runs into my room. She is dressed very professionally in a black suit, and she starts babbling endlessly. I could not make out her words, so I told her to take a deep breath, and start over calmy. She does, and tells me in a worried voice that there is word all over the news channels that Donald Trump has been kidnapped. Now, I am not a fan of Donald Trump (oddly enough, on Monday I was having a discussion with a fellow teacher about HIM, and my friend said even if everyone or some may dislike him, if they met him, he was sure theyd smile [at least give  a  fake smile]). In my dream, I get very nervous and jumpy and follow my mother to her bedroom, which is like a conference room with red leather and metal chairs. There is a large mass of people waiting in my living like it an airport. They&apos;re watching the news of a missing Trump, and some are praying with rosary beads, some talking about their lives not going on. This goes on for quite a long time until I wake up around 4:45 in the morning because of the heat. I turn on my fan and the dream continues
2) In my next dream Trump&apos;s location has been found. He is in the basement of a crazed fan. The man is decribed as a psychotic madman with a bad temper. Anyway, I am sitting in the huge conference room watching this portrayal when through the double doors comes this crazy man. Everyone runs out of the room, except maybe 10 or 20 people, my family stays. Oddly enough, I have a massive attraction to the man, and I seem to know him. He comes over to me and passionately kisses me. I looked at my family and thought they&apos;d be angered or shocked, but they joked about us wanted to be alone.  I woke up at 7 am, because I heard an alarm clock go off in the other room.
3) After recording the second dream I had trouble going back to bed (I was actually not really waking up much later, so I was not sure if it was even worth going back to bed to wake up at 8:40. Anyway, I fall asleep and wind up back in the dream. When I return to the dream I am at the man&apos;s home. I am laying down with him, and he just gaveme a massage. I feel a sense of profound fear that he is going to snap and kill me, since the rumor was that Trump has been murdered. Yet, at the same time, I feel a sense of attraction to him that is so powerful. He and I have this animalistic passionate intimacy, which was only intensified by his domination over me. At some point, the man thinks I am going to tell the police about him, and he sits me down and tells me that he knows I would not do anything to hurt him, and I agree completely. He holds me with his arms around my head, and pushes me down to the ground quickly. I look up shocked, and wake up.


WEIRD.
      
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<entry>
   <title>Conference</title>
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   <published>2007-05-11T01:26:23Z</published>
   <updated>2007-05-11T01:44:41Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I am very excited about having the conference this week. After hearing all of our works, I can tell it is going to be interesting and insightful. I was really nervous because my task of writing on the blogs was...</summary>
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      I am very excited about having the conference this week. After hearing all of our works, I can tell it is going to be interesting and insightful. I was really nervous because my task of writing on the blogs was a bit ambiguous to me at first, and I hope I am doing it justice. Just a bit more fine tuning and Ill be in the clear. I am glad that this has come together so well. Knowing this is our last major work together is kind of sad. Our class has been so inviting and, could I say, exciting, as all of the exam and honors things became a reality. I think the time is great, the flyers are fantastic, and we will rock! Thank you, Professor Tougaw, for helping us through the entire process.
      
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<entry>
   <title>Redecorating for Baby</title>
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   <published>2007-05-11T01:11:28Z</published>
   <updated>2007-05-11T01:23:45Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I had this dream on Monday evening. I walked into my house to find my mother redecorated. REALLY redecorated. The small study that I used to walk into was know had a wall knocked down, and the first room was...</summary>
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      I had this dream on Monday evening. I walked into my house to find my mother redecorated. REALLY redecorated. The small study that I used to walk into was know had a wall knocked down, and the first room was a living room with blue and pink floral print couches. The floors were know wooden with beautiful rugs. I was really excited to the house, totally unlike my home. It was lovely, with a curved staircase, and I had a beautiful large bedroom. In the bedroom I found a cat. It was not just any cat, but my cousin Norman&apos;s cat, and black and white persian kitty that had sweet green eyes. I knew in the dream it was not my cat, but when I saw it I ran to it and held it. I told my mother that I would like to trade in my cat for a dog, and she nodded. Suddenly I did not care for the cat so much anymore. I dropped it down and its back legs popped out, but much like a barbie dolls. It looked like I could just pop the legs back in and I did. It was then that my mother told me she was having a baby, and that I should go check out the nursery. ITS THEN I WOKE UP!!!
      
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   <title>Web site Project</title>
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   <published>2007-05-02T20:39:03Z</published>
   <updated>2007-05-02T20:47:04Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Who ever said &quot;breaking up is hard to do&quot; probably never tried to condense twenty-one pages of material into 1500 words!...</summary>
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      Who ever said &quot;breaking up is hard to do&quot; probably never tried to condense twenty-one pages of material into 1500 words! 
      Who ever said &quot;breaking up is hard to do&quot; must not have tried to condense twenty-one pages of material into 1500 words! 

I found the course web project to be extraordinarily fun but HARD TO HANDLE! I felt so close to my writing that it was hard to step away from the work and start picking pieces to used in the web course project. I did a good deal of word changing so it was most web accessible, and I also had change the order of my essay for the purpose of successful chunking. I feel like my content has come a long way, since I have learned to add information smartly.  I feel like I created pages that are easy to navagate(or I sure hope so).

As the for style, I have been going insane. I changed my web projects colors, fonts, and images so many times, but have found clip art helpful, finally feel like the style is good. I really becomes obsessed  with the images, and went to great efforts to make collages for easy viewing. 

I think then images go well with the page content, am now in the process of polishing up the site. It was exciting to work on it and also have the opportunity to watch other peoples works in progress. Good luck to you all!
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   <title>Stand by Your Man</title>
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   <published>2007-04-28T18:42:25Z</published>
   <updated>2007-05-02T20:32:38Z</updated>
   
   <summary>A bit ago I had a dream that I was walking in a forest behind my boyfriend. I was calling out to him but he had no idea that I was following him. He really did not see to hear...</summary>
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      A bit ago I had a dream that I was walking in a forest behind my boyfriend. I was calling out to him but he had no idea that I was following him. He really did not see to hear me, and did not acknowledge me! I think the dream was quite long, just walking up rocks near tall trees and with heavy luggage. To me, this dream was filled with frustration, having a destination but never getting to it. It was rather discouraging. I suppose it is reflection of my the stage of life I am in, going place but feeling like I am hardly moving at all. What I thought was interesting was just how repetative the scene was, like it was a set of film playing over and over again.
      
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<entry>
   <title>Cats: The DREAMical</title>
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   <published>2007-04-28T00:47:17Z</published>
   <updated>2007-04-28T00:54:28Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I honestly do not know how to explain this dream, but I will do my best. Last night I had a dream that I was a cat. I am not exactly sure HOW I know I was a cat because...</summary>
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      I honestly do not know how to explain this dream, but I will do my best. Last night I had a dream that I was a cat. I am not exactly sure HOW I know I was a cat because I never actually saw myself, but I FELT like a cat. My body was low to the ground as I scanned the room, and I guess my vision was different from a human being, but it was more a feeling than anything else. So, I was walking around, when I was a ring on the floor. Immediately I knew there was trouble, and I dont know why. I ran around the house but there was no one to be found, I suppose no master to be seen. I jumped on a toilet seat, and looked out a window. Outside construction workers were working but I heard no sound. In fact, the entire dream was silent. I dont recall much life in the dream other than the construction workers. I remember viewing a fish tank but it was empty, no water or fish, but little sea shells and a plant in gravel. I think this dream is interesting because of my form. I was still me, and still had my thoughts, but in a feline frame. Weird!
      
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<entry>
   <title>Beta Battle</title>
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   <published>2007-04-20T23:28:25Z</published>
   <updated>2007-04-20T23:34:20Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I had this dream last night. I have been recently begging my family to get a dog, but my mother does not want the responsibility because we travel and are not in the house often. Last night, I found out...</summary>
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      I had this dream last night. I have been recently begging my family to get a dog, but my mother does not want the responsibility because we travel and are not in the house often. Last night, I found out my boyfriend is getting a golden retriever puppy, which makes me  extremely jealous, and adds to the news that my cousins are buying a new dog. Anyway, that is the context. In my dream, I am pleading to get a dog, but my mother refuses. She instead buys a large tank and 6 beta male fish, which would make the total 10, since I already own four. My mother calls me downstairs and says &quot;I know that you want a dog but look what I did for you&quot;, and she reveals the huge tank. She forgets, however, that beta fish are fighting fish that can not be with other betas in a tank because they will fight to the death. And so, when she reveals the tank, I see huge fish (like the ones in tanks at chinese restaurants) biting each other, and  FLOATING dead, with bloody water (not even sure if they bleed much because I have never seen one injured). The sight was horrific and I remember walking up and a cold sweat. So I ask you to..ANALYZE THIS!
      
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<entry>
   <title>Honors Fiasco</title>
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   <published>2007-04-20T01:54:34Z</published>
   <updated>2007-04-20T02:01:13Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I mentioned this dream to some people the other day in class. I keep having the same dream, and this is the second time this week I have had the dream. Overall, I have had the dream FOUR times now...</summary>
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      I mentioned this dream to some people the other day in class. I keep having the same dream, and this is the second time this week I have had the dream. Overall, I have had the dream FOUR times now so I needed to get it on the blog.

It is the day when we find out if we receive honors. We are all standing in a line (all 19 of us) and Professor Tougaw went out to each on of us and spoke to us. He whispered either &quot;You received High Honors&quot; or &quot;You receive no honors,&quot; etc... Well, I am the last person to hear the final outcome in the line, and I can tell by all of our faces that we are looking at each other to read their expressions. When Professor Tougaw got to me, he leaned in and whispered, &quot;you have received no honors,&quot; and walks away. I am left with people staring at me, and I just say &quot;no&quot; and everyone start shouting that six people did not get honors. I hear whispers and screams and shouts! Very strange and hopefully untrue.
      
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<entry>
   <title>Easter Dinner</title>
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   <published>2007-04-14T18:38:44Z</published>
   <updated>2007-04-14T18:51:54Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I had this dream last night. It reminds me of a televised celebrite roast, except that I was being roasted and it appeared to be an Easter dinner. A bunch of strange characters were in this dream. For starters, my...</summary>
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      I had this dream last night. It reminds me of a televised celebrite roast, except that I was being roasted and it appeared to be an Easter dinner. A bunch of strange characters were in this dream. For starters, my boyfriend, my parents, and my infant god-children were sitting at the table. So was my boyfriend&apos;s uncle, recently deceased, my aunt Mary, who died last year, and an elderly Jane Eyre (I owe this dream to revising for the web site). Everyone (yes everyone, including my 8 and 6 month old god children) were feasting on lamb and talking about me. They were not admiring me, really, rather they were bashing everything about me! I remember merely hearing things they were saying&quot;She wants to be a college professor, like that will ever happen.&quot;  &quot;She does not stick to anything she does. It is always half-assed.&quot; &quot;She needs to stop spending money so happily.&quot; &quot;So irrational.&quot; I do not think I was visible to them, because at some point my God-daughter Emily jumped on my chair and was climbing the bars behind me. I was not an obstruction but in my own way I was trying to hold onto her. 
And so,  I sat there and listening to my family and friends, some strangely dead and some characters in A NOVEL gorged themselves on food and mocked every aspect of my personality and physical appearance. So here is my concern. Since the people in the dream are also me (THANKS JUNG) DO I THINK THINK THESE ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE, DEGRADING THINGS ABOUT MYSELF UNCONSCIOUSLY? I think the answer is YES. Yet, I never really thought about things myself that I can recall, so how far down in my unconscious thought are these horrid feelings? 
      
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<entry>
   <title>Dreaming of Dreaming</title>
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   <published>2007-04-13T23:15:39Z</published>
   <updated>2007-04-13T23:30:53Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I had a dream two night ago that I was sleeping. In my dream I was actually dreaming. I have never had a dream like this before. I recall observing myself peacefully sleeping but then in my dream I became...</summary>
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      I had a dream two night ago that I was sleeping. In my dream I was actually dreaming. I have never had a dream like this before. I recall observing myself peacefully sleeping but then in my dream I became crankly. I could not wake up in my dream. Then, I realized I could not wake up. I woke up and went right back into this dream. Has anyone ever had a dream of themselves sleep  while actually sleeping? What would our dream theorists say?
      
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<entry>
   <title>Gold</title>
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   <id>tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/015//58.2047</id>
   
   <published>2007-03-30T01:20:33Z</published>
   <updated>2007-03-30T01:33:28Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I had this dream last night. I was walking in a tunnel which was dark and damp. There was plenty of water surrounding my feet, and I felt like the water was rising to my knees. I take out a...</summary>
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      <name>ASongandDance</name>
      
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      I had this dream last night. I was walking in a tunnel which was dark and damp. There was plenty of water surrounding my feet, and I felt like the water was rising to my knees. I take out a flashlight and realize that the water I am walking through is gold colored. I get excited and run through the tunnel jumping and skipping in the gold water. It was such a strange dream. I have been trying to think of what the gold water could represent. I know gold is a color of success, and perhaps this could mean graduation is approaching and I am feeling the happiness?  The dream really does change, it was just a constant joy in the golden waters.
      
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<entry>
   <title>Realistic</title>
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   <id>tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/015//58.2023</id>
   
   <published>2007-03-26T23:59:36Z</published>
   <updated>2007-03-27T00:05:35Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I had this dream over the weekend. I had a dream that it was autumn, and I owned a farm. Ok, not so much a farm, but a home that had a large plot of land filled with strawberry, eggplant,...</summary>
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      <name>ASongandDance</name>
      
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      I had this dream over the weekend. I had a dream that it was autumn, and I owned a farm. Ok, not so much a farm, but a home that had a large plot of land filled with strawberry, eggplant, pepper, cucumber, and tomato plants. I also had lemon, apple, and orange trees. At first I enjoyed spraying the plants with fertilizer, pruning and tending to the plants, but soon I realized the more I worked, the more the plants required my attention. Soon I realized I was leaving a crying baby in the house. I was so consumed with planting that I left a newborn that needed to be changed. It was an odd dream, because I remember even after I was so upset with leaving the child, I still went back outside and I was talking to the trees to perk them up. I can imagine that this dream has a lot of possible interpretations. One that came to my mind was that I am putting too many eggs in one basket, either being my academic or work needs, and I am neglecting my physical needs (not sleeping, exercising, and not eating anything that takes more than 4 minutes and microwave to cook). I was wondering what interpretations others had for this dream. Thanks.
      
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