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    <title>Xuriel.com: Dreams</title>
    <subtitle>Dream blog of Rob Couture</subtitle>
    <link href="http://www.xuriel.com/" />
    <id>http://www.xuriel.com/</id>
    <rights>Copyright 2009 Rob Couture.  All rights reserved.</rights>
	<author>
	  <name>Robert Couture</name>
	  <email>webmaster@xuriel.com</email>
	</author>
	<category term="Dream" />
    <updated>2010-07-26T04:36:00Z</updated>

		<entry> 
		  <title>Cross</title>
		  <author>
	        <name>Robert Couture</name>
		    <email>webmaster@xuriel.com</email>
		  </author>
		  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.xuriel.com/dream.asp?ItemID=315" />
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  		      &lt;p class=&quot;first&quot;&gt;He was in an arid place on a hill.  There was dim daylight.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He climbed a scaffold up to a cross, willingly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With the assistance of a soldier, his arms were tied to the cross-beam.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He hung on the cross.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He spoke to bystanders.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He sent a bystander away with a question.&lt;/p&gt;
		  </content>
		  <published>2010-07-25T22:24:00Z</published>
		  <updated>2010-07-26T04:36:00Z</updated>
		</entry>
		
		<entry> 
		  <title>Schools</title>
		  <author>
	        <name>Robert Couture</name>
		    <email>webmaster@xuriel.com</email>
		  </author>
		  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.xuriel.com/dream.asp?ItemID=314" />
		  <id>http://www.xuriel.com/dream.asp?ItemID=314</id>
		  <content type="html">
  		      &lt;p class=&quot;first&quot;&gt;He spoke with students from three different esoteric schools, comparing what they knew and what they practiced.  Each school gathered in a complex stone or brick building.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In another dream, he attended a school of design.  He was presenting a project today.  When he arrived at the classroom, he found that they had no projector or screen, only a chalkboard.  He ran back to his dorm to retrieve notes for his presentation.&lt;/p&gt;
		  </content>
		  <published>2010-07-22T18:45:00Z</published>
		  <updated>2010-07-22T18:52:00Z</updated>
		</entry>
		
		<entry> 
		  <title>Harrassed by Cat</title>
		  <author>
	        <name>Robert Couture</name>
		    <email>webmaster@xuriel.com</email>
		  </author>
		  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.xuriel.com/dream.asp?ItemID=313" />
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		  <content type="html">
  		      &lt;p class=&quot;first&quot;&gt;He walked around a friend's apartment.  Other friends were there, too.  The friend's cat harassed him and his friends, biting and clawing them.&lt;/p&gt;
		  </content>
		  <published>2010-07-20T06:08:00Z</published>
		  <updated>2010-07-20T06:11:00Z</updated>
		</entry>
		
		<entry> 
		  <title>In Search of a Bus Stop</title>
		  <author>
	        <name>Robert Couture</name>
		    <email>webmaster@xuriel.com</email>
		  </author>
		  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.xuriel.com/dream.asp?ItemID=312" />
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  		      &lt;p class=&quot;first&quot;&gt;In search of a bus stop, he walked at night on a street in a strange city of low brick buildings, streetlights, and brightly lit shop interiors. Other people walked the streets, some entering and exiting the shops.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He walked into a building, climbing up and down many flights of stairs and through many corridors. He thought in general that he was moving below ground level.  He entered a large room with a crowd gathered in a vague queue.  He saw a concession stand with popcorn, a ticket booth, and a marquee. He realized it was a movie theater.  He walked away in search of the bus stop.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He stood before a large platform open to daylight and a long descent to the ground. His father stood on the platform.  A man made an announcement over a loudspeaker.  His father shrugged and jumped to his death.&lt;/p&gt;
		  </content>
		  <published>2010-07-16T13:29:00Z</published>
		  <updated>2010-07-16T13:44:00Z</updated>
		</entry>
		
		<entry> 
		  <title>Magic Carpet, Sunken Bridge</title>
		  <author>
	        <name>Robert Couture</name>
		    <email>webmaster@xuriel.com</email>
		  </author>
		  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.xuriel.com/dream.asp?ItemID=311" />
		  <id>http://www.xuriel.com/dream.asp?ItemID=311</id>
		  <content type="html">
  		      &lt;p class=&quot;first&quot;&gt;He hovered in the air, seated cross-legged on a small rectangular carpet, no larger than two feet by three feet. His small dog sat on his lap.  There was another person nearby, seated on a similar carpet. It was night.  They flew near two brick buildings and streetlights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When day came, they flew towards Lake Quinsigamond.  They saw that Lake Quinsigamond was overflowing its banks.  A section of bridge was completely submerged.&lt;/p&gt;
		  </content>
		  <published>2010-07-09T14:09:00Z</published>
		  <updated>2010-07-09T14:16:00Z</updated>
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