<?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-424081128564854513</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:23:04.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bango321dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bango321dreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bangbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075378779369310486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-831.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/188/18/21008624/n21008624_31994831_1353.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424081128564854513.post-450327440067757703</id><published>2009-12-07T14:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:41:47.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Glee</title><content type='html'>Mavis, Jen and I were getting ready for a fancy dinner.  We were changing in a girl's change-room and for some reason Puck (from Glee) was there too.  We all walked to the dinner table together, which was in a classroom.  We asked him if he ever thought of getting a non-mo-hawk hairstyle and he said he did have one when he was younger.  He looked better with a mo-hawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finn was there too but he sat at another table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/424081128564854513-450327440067757703?l=bango321dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/450327440067757703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/450327440067757703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bango321dreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-much-glee.html' title='Too Much Glee'/><author><name>bangbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075378779369310486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-831.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/188/18/21008624/n21008624_31994831_1353.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424081128564854513.post-7512601183294014005</id><published>2009-11-26T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:00:34.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin Spacey did What????!?!</title><content type='html'>Me and two other people (supermodel Giselle and someone else…maybe my sister?) were hanging out in a living room.   I was looking through a pile of 3 jackets on the floor when all of a sudden something under 2 of them disappeared!  The other two quickly stood erect to check out what was going on.  We were all scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I described what I saw to Giselle and my sister for what felt like an hour.  I kept describing the scenario over and over because I was in such shock.  Basically, I was flipping the jackets over one-by-one and then when I was done (at the 3rd one) I unflipped them.  Then I started to flip them again but now, under two of them, were missing something (I forget) and I was completely freaked out.  I must’ve described what I saw 3 or 4 times?!  I kept asking if we should call that guy Sweets from Bones so he could give us a profile of the burglar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a mystery on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept saying how the burglar had to be a magician because I saw the “stuff” one second and then the next it was gone.  They either had to be a magician or able to do magical things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nearing bedtime and everyone was freaked out.  Me being me, I didn’t want to go to bed because I kept thinking since they were able to steal things magically, they could magically appear in any room and do anything they wanted.  Giselle and 2 other models said how someone owed them a favor so they were going to stay at a high-secure hotel.  I wanted to go but I wasn’t a friend of Giselle’s.  I ended up staying at the house/whatever it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, the burglars appeared once again – it was Kevin Spacey and some greasy looking dude.  Kevin Spacey obviously saw me but he kept talking all creepishly while I hid behind a counter facing him.  He sat on a couch and had a dead look in his eyes (a la usual suspects) while he talked and talked about goodness knows what..  I was soooo scared.  Thankfully, I had my phone and started texting as many people as I could the words “they’re here.  Help.”  I sent the message to Caroline (what originally was Diana turned into Caroline).  And then I sent it to Jacqui but I remembered she was in Thailand so that was dumb.  And then I sent the text to a slew of other people, of which I can’t remember at this time.  All I know is that I felt like I wasn’t texting enough people.  Plus, my cellphone sucked so it took a good 5 minutes to send every text and the battery kept giving out…all while Kevin Spacey continued to talk creepily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning my escape and saw a set of knives in clear view.  If anything, I was going to grab a knife…all 6-7 of them (so the bad guys couldn’t get any – it made sense) and run for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly emerged from my “hiding” place and revealed myself to Kevin Spacey and his minion.  We did a bit of back and forth repartee and then they disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Kevin Spacey turned into an old conniving lady and a greasy 30-something man (who looked like Danny Zucco) with a kid.  They took me to another room because they were going to cut a deal with Caroline, who popped out of nowhere.  She gave me a look of WTF.  The old lady made me sit in a sofa chair for 20 minutes and said “no funny business” and some threat, which obviously didn’t deter me from texting more people my SOS.  I could see the old lady, grease guy and kid making a deal with Caroline through windowed doors.  I felt so bad for her for being stuck with the schmos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they were finished (or taking a break) and the old lady came outside and took a seat next to me.  Just as soon as she took a seat, Jacqui appeared in home attire and said she was there to pick me up (aka. The Excuse).  She got my text and came straight from the airport.  I gave the old lady a look of “crap” and then Caroline and I left.  But we left with the sense that the old lady’s gang was going to leave us alone because they’d lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all very weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/424081128564854513-7512601183294014005?l=bango321dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/7512601183294014005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/7512601183294014005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bango321dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/kevin-spacey-did-what.html' title='Kevin Spacey did What????!?!'/><author><name>bangbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075378779369310486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-831.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/188/18/21008624/n21008624_31994831_1353.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424081128564854513.post-6564293449353370896</id><published>2009-11-22T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:08:25.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>I killed someone and was trying to cover it up by burning the evidence.  Someone walked in and I covered it, while it was still on fire.  It was a tense moment.  And then the person left and I quickly went to the bathroom and put the fire out.  I had to dispose of the evidence and quick but I couldn't burn it because it was all wet now so I put it in a plastic bag and threw it in the garbage hoping noone would ever find it.  Weird dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/424081128564854513-6564293449353370896?l=bango321dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/6564293449353370896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/6564293449353370896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bango321dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>bangbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075378779369310486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-831.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/188/18/21008624/n21008624_31994831_1353.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424081128564854513.post-771414672803594018</id><published>2008-01-02T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T10:01:59.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philipines</title><content type='html'>I was in a hostel in the Philipines and checking out the shower situation.  There were 3 shower heads in the bathroom.  2 of them had clear water while the last one (which i washed my hair in) had brown water coming out of the shower head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, i looked through this hole in the wall where the squat toilet was located and noticed a pile of puke next to the bucket of water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/424081128564854513-771414672803594018?l=bango321dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/771414672803594018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/771414672803594018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bango321dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/philipines.html' title='Philipines'/><author><name>bangbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075378779369310486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-831.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/188/18/21008624/n21008624_31994831_1353.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424081128564854513.post-789785624419549339</id><published>2007-11-12T16:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T16:52:22.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maby and I were at Jacqui and Jenny's place (which looked different in my dream) chillin in the bathroom.  While i was peeing with the door open, Maby was doing her make-up.  Then some of Jac and Jen's friends (all guys) came over and Mab quickly closed the bathroom door.  Suddenly, one of the guys popped his head through the doggy door and hugged Mab...all the while i was still on the toilet.  I didn't get angry because the guy liked other guys...yesyes.  Afterwards, we went to the living room and the guests started dancing one by one to show off their moves....including Napoleon Dynamite...who was very fluid might i add.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/424081128564854513-789785624419549339?l=bango321dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/789785624419549339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/789785624419549339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bango321dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/maby-and-i-were-at-jacqui-and-jennys.html' title=''/><author><name>bangbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075378779369310486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-831.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/188/18/21008624/n21008624_31994831_1353.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424081128564854513.post-5887594773096967296</id><published>2007-06-17T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T09:29:28.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This one's a bit blurry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working in Richmond from 12-6pm.  At 2pm i took a break to visit Brandon (AE) in the fields, an area surrounded by greenery everywhere!  We chilled and caught up.  2 hours had already passed by so i thought it was time for me to get back to work.  *scene change*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chilling in a room with a group of people.  I was already running late for work so i ran out, only to be confronted by a lady with a gun.  I played dead and stayed still for a couple minutes.  After noticing i was actually dead, i got up.  The gun-lady was just standing there.  I slowly ran away and found a piece of Tupperware on the floor.  I used it to cover my face (haha...like that'd help stop the bullet).  Around the corner, (suddenly i was in a school) i ran into a bathroom where there were a group of girls -- one of them was pregnant and giving birth.  The gun-lady tried to get in but the janitor (who appeared out of nowhere) stopped her.  Now i was REALLY late for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into my mom who said she would drive my friend home.  I tagged along...thinking she would drop me off at a 98B stop.  In the end, i was further away from Richmond than i began.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/424081128564854513-5887594773096967296?l=bango321dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/5887594773096967296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/5887594773096967296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bango321dreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-ones-bit-blurry-i-was-working-in.html' title=''/><author><name>bangbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075378779369310486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-831.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/188/18/21008624/n21008624_31994831_1353.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424081128564854513.post-2991372700713062593</id><published>2007-06-10T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:25:57.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Comic Standing</title><content type='html'>My sis, mom and I went to a stand-up comic show.  We were super early so we tried to decide where to sit...it was a small venue.  I kept saying to sit up front so that my mom can see better but my sis kept saying that the comedian prefers people to sit in the back because she gets nervous when there's too many people sitting up front (she can see their expressions, etc).  We ended up sitting up close and personal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while, i was changing channels on a TV that was visible from the stage, where the comedy was going to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/424081128564854513-2991372700713062593?l=bango321dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/2991372700713062593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/2991372700713062593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bango321dreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-comic-standing.html' title='Last Comic Standing'/><author><name>bangbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075378779369310486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-831.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/188/18/21008624/n21008624_31994831_1353.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424081128564854513.post-7491354332755069164</id><published>2007-06-08T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T10:33:46.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind</title><content type='html'>Someone had to wear glasses over their contacts.  First thought: YOU MUST BE BLIND.  And then i realized it was a common thing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/424081128564854513-7491354332755069164?l=bango321dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/7491354332755069164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/7491354332755069164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bango321dreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/blind.html' title='Blind'/><author><name>bangbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075378779369310486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-831.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/188/18/21008624/n21008624_31994831_1353.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424081128564854513.post-8693058282353037035</id><published>2007-06-04T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T09:13:01.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV Movie Awards</title><content type='html'>A group of girls and I were figure skating.  There were tricks, ribbons, etc.  We were really close to winning until one of the girls dropped the baby.  We were immediately kicked out.  I had to throw some garbage out but everyone was so angry at our team, no one would tell me wear the garbage can was located.   Some guy even at the audacity to offer to throw the garbage away for me because I'm a girl and need the strength of a guy blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow tied to the first dream, my other dream had some random guy in it.  He had created an invention that decodes peoples thoughts.  First it could only decode children's thoughts but he modified it for a larger demographic.  I even dreamed about his infomercial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these dreams are related to the fact that I watched the MTV Movie Awards last night. ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/424081128564854513-8693058282353037035?l=bango321dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/8693058282353037035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/8693058282353037035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bango321dreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/mtv-movie-awards.html' title='MTV Movie Awards'/><author><name>bangbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075378779369310486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-831.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/188/18/21008624/n21008624_31994831_1353.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424081128564854513.post-239918450928500981</id><published>2007-06-03T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T14:40:31.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragments</title><content type='html'>This dream is in fragments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It was Nelly's birthday so a bunch of us went to her place on Oak.&lt;br /&gt;2. I had to leave early so I did...in a car that resembled a Toyota RAV4?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/424081128564854513-239918450928500981?l=bango321dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/239918450928500981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/239918450928500981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bango321dreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/fragments.html' title='Fragments'/><author><name>bangbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075378779369310486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-831.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/188/18/21008624/n21008624_31994831_1353.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424081128564854513.post-2077120020607321546</id><published>2007-06-02T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T18:02:18.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disowned</title><content type='html'>Today I had an emotional dream...my mom basically disowned me.  I told her my education plans and she was disappointed.  I cried.  And for the first time, I woke up in the middle of the dream (cuz my sissy's bf was leaving) and when i fell back asleep, my previous dream of my mom disowning me continued.  It was craptacular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/424081128564854513-2077120020607321546?l=bango321dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/2077120020607321546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/2077120020607321546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bango321dreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/disowned.html' title='Disowned'/><author><name>bangbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075378779369310486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-831.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/188/18/21008624/n21008624_31994831_1353.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424081128564854513.post-2551272072380829590</id><published>2007-06-01T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:20:03.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Currency</title><content type='html'>My 1st dream about SE Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was June 22nd and I kept forgetting to pack things.  At the airport, I realized I forgot to bring any money and was freaking out.  But at the transfer between Japan and Bangkok, somehow I found time to go home and pack some bahts...approx 900 worth haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane, people were sleeping with their feet on the headrest while I slept across 3 seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it made sense in my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/424081128564854513-2551272072380829590?l=bango321dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/2551272072380829590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/2551272072380829590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bango321dreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/american-currency.html' title='American Currency'/><author><name>bangbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075378779369310486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-831.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/188/18/21008624/n21008624_31994831_1353.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424081128564854513.post-4321505860646012782</id><published>2007-05-31T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:06:18.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyeballs and Brains</title><content type='html'>I've been remembering my dreams lately so i shall write them down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a tour and our tour guide was showing us eyeballs on a plate. One of the girls stuck her eye into the cow eye's goop and as she was removing her eye, it came out of its socket. The tour guide kept asking us if anyone else wanted to try...which was highly unlikely especially after seeing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the tour guide went on about how we must've seen eyeballs because we dissected them in Grade 8. She proceeded to dissect one of the eyeballs which turned into a brain. She cut it in half and all the parts were colorful then as she squeezed a portion with a tweezer, a disgusting worm popped out!!! It was freakin long! She took it out cuz she wanted to show us but then she put it back into the brain ?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/424081128564854513-4321505860646012782?l=bango321dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/4321505860646012782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/424081128564854513/posts/default/4321505860646012782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bango321dreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/eyeballs-and-brains.html' title='Eyeballs and Brains'/><author><name>bangbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075378779369310486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-831.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v67/188/18/21008624/n21008624_31994831_1353.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
