<?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-2443187432835954612</id><updated>2012-02-01T14:50:07.674-08:00</updated><category term='Dream same dream lady in the house by the field of tulips Lucid astral travel'/><category term='Dean Bradford blogger index'/><category term='new years day'/><category term='Skegness little holiday where to eat in skegness'/><category term='most epic dream ocean huge wave aquatic  people strange lucid surreal telekinesis powers energy july 2011 another dimension reality powerful creative'/><category term='slow'/><category term='amazing strange stone found beach skegness 2011 2010'/><category term='inception truth behind the movie film facts 2010 2011'/><category term='Shadowed world poem by Dean Bradford Spoken'/><category term='Astral prpjected quantum Travel possesion 2011'/><category term='strange creature flying caught on film china 2005 2006 2007 2008 2009 2010 2011'/><category term='slow down time'/><category term='what happen when i die'/><category term='director of your own Dreams  advice amazing fun take control help Dean Bradford'/><category term='waking up in my dream over telekinetic powers'/><category term='Dream of 15 moons in the sky dreaming'/><category term='time'/><category term='dreaming'/><category term='Carol Henley creative novelist  lincolnshire faireis mythology magic the crown quest'/><category term='2012'/><category term='countdown. england'/><category term='the real twilight zone strange experience Dean Bradford security tales'/><category term='lucid dream language creatures where people meet Drean bradford'/><category term='go-pro hd'/><category term='Ghost found on google earth lincoln st giles strange old home house'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Dream same word asked to look up from word fantasycreek secret'/><category term='stories of our dreams'/><category term='meet people in dreams same dream possible strange real 2011 2010'/><category term='Dreaming of another Dimention  dimension e5 parallel world worlds another map explained'/><category term='what happens when we die'/><category term='stories of our dreams imagination strange creative Dean Bradford'/><category term='Dreaming of another Dimention  dimension e5 parallel world worlds'/><category term='strange MP3 fly wall dream creative 2011'/><category term='Bad omen'/><category term='trees alive story written by Dean Bradford but un published and read by the public'/><category term='Dean Bradford Short story index made easy dreams creative free stories to read to your children bedtime'/><category term='hero'/><category term='ability'/><category term='strange happenings'/><category term='flying mansion from out of space dream strange Dean Bradford'/><category term='Aztec dreams inspirations pyramid&apos;s architecture'/><title type='text'>Stories of our  Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-6863826180062270508</id><published>2012-01-02T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:10:58.179-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad omen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go-pro hd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown. england'/><title type='text'>Bad Omen on midnight of 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This year i wipped out the go-pro 2 HD and started filmingas the whole of England starts creating a network clash by sending out so many text messages out at the same time.Just imagine if how many messages there would have been sent and returned.This video bellow gives you a funny example of what its like when we forget to wish the people around us a happy new year.So i was glad i realised this and started filming the caos.On the count down i knocked over my glass of champane on the dot. I re-worded it as starting the year with a splash too not accept this as a omen.But when i got home and sat down i knocked over a open bottle of wine but corrected this as soon as possible to reduce any loss also on that day my Ceramic knife slided off the draining rack onto the floor and smashed.My nokia c3 mobile phones touch panel also stopped working on this day! and is still not letting me read every bodies new years messages and greetings.So if you didnt get a reply then please forgive me.Regardless of these events i spent the rest of the next day being so careful by being fully consious and aware, so i can beat the omens flow in its track.Please watch this video and enjoy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lets wait and see if the caos theorey exists. As my accidents all happened at same day regarless of how careful i was. I am the person filming this new years even.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe me having all the bad luck at once was my way of clearing my self for a accident free year and for me to completely turn it around. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gY9guw6xNiQ?hd=1" width="560"&gt;&amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;c&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-6863826180062270508?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6863826180062270508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=6863826180062270508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/6863826180062270508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/6863826180062270508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/bad-omen-on-midnight-of-2012.html' title='Bad Omen on midnight of 2012'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gY9guw6xNiQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-7722704625309506603</id><published>2011-08-31T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T19:20:26.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what happen when i die'/><title type='text'>What happens when i die?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: orange;"&gt;Hello i the creator of this blog has not written any of the following down but recommend a good read if you worry about what happens when you die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: orange;"&gt;I feel that this person has explained in a way i would have liked to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: orange;"&gt;So please have a good read and share with other people who may need lighting wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;The words below are not in terms of religion but explain in a way science would explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#FFFFFF" border="0" height="318" id="table9" style="width: 484px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D1DFFD" height="13" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Death And Thereafter  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; 			&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; 				&lt;td bgcolor="#D1DFFD" height="13" valign="top" width="88%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; 				&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt; By : Dinesh Singh &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 			&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: white;"&gt; 				&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table border="0" height="508" id="table10" style="width: 478px;"&gt;					   					&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; 						&lt;td colspan="2" height="18" width="472"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Nobody  on this planet has got the lease of eternal life. Whosoever is born is  destined to perish. This is true in case of all living beings from the  human, animal and plant kingdoms. This being so, our curiousity is bound  to arise to know about the mystery of death and what happens  thereafter. Does something go out of the body and if so, what and  whereto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We  can tell from our experience that when a man dies, all his body-parts  remain intact but without the sweet fragrance of life. It is like a dead  flower whose scent has withered away. All the sense organs - eyes,  ears, nose, tongue and skin – remain in their respective places but  without the power of perception. All the organs of action, hands, feet  etc. are immaculately in place but without any motion or energy to act.  Then, how is it that the body suddenly becomes dysfunctional? It is  because the bio-energy &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(pran) &lt;/i&gt;and  senses which vitalize multifarious organs and physiological functions  of the body have deserted it. Technically speaking, it is the occurrence  of ‘death’ of the gross body, which is disposed of in various ways as  per customs of various religions.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;What  remains after death? Does anything of the terminated life remains to  form a link with a future existence? Related to this question is the  enigma of rebirth. If the theory of rebirth is accepted, a question  instantly pops up: rebirth of what? What is it that takes birth again?  The gross body has already perished and cannot reappear again. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Sanatana Dharam, &lt;/i&gt;popularly  known as Hindusism, addresses this question in the most scientific  manner. We have observed above that death of the gross body occurs when  the bio-energy &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(pran) &lt;/i&gt;and  senses desert it. It is clear that they do not perish along with the  gross body. The mind and ego also do not perish along with the gross  body. So what remain after death of the gross body are bio-energy,  senses, mind and ego. All these combine to constitute what we call  ‘astral-body’ &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(Sukshma-shareer). &lt;/i&gt;It is this astral body that, in course of time, takes another gross body, which we call ‘rebirth’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Before  we discuss the process of rebirth and its compulsions, let us remove a  misconceived notion about soul. Some people wrongly believe that it is  soul which takes rebirth. In the Gita, the embodied soul is called &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Dehi &lt;/i&gt;meaning  one with a body. It is also said in the Gita that just as a man puts on  new clothes discarding the worn-out ones, so the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;dehi &lt;/i&gt;takes  on new bodies discarding the worn-out ones. This gives an impression  that it is soul that takes on new bodies out of its own volition or  compulsion. This will be a wrong interpretation of the Gita text because  soul has no volition or compulsion. Soul is devoid of any quality or  attributes &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(nirvikara). &lt;/i&gt;So, how can it have any desire or compulsion to be reborn to experience the sorrows and sufferings of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;samsara. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Another  misconceived notion about soul persists in the minds of some people who  believe the soul to travel from one body to another. In their  misconception, soul is like a tiny bird that flows out of one body and  enters another body, which is absurd. All such misconceptions are due to  ignorance regarding the true nature of soul. Soul being the essence of  all existence pervades and permeates all that we perceive and experience  in the phenomenal world. That being so, the question of its traveling  from one place to another like a moving object does not arise. Even a  moderate student of physical science will tell you that something which  is all-pervasive does not move from one place to another. For example,  space which is all-pervasive does not move from one place to another. It  follows, therefore, that soul neither goes out of the body nor enters  any body. But, as soon as an astral body adopts a gross body, the  all-encompassing soul takes it into its embrace and illumines it with  consciousness which is its intrinsic nature. It is both within the body  and beyond it. Being within the body and conditioned by its limitations,  it is called ‘embodied’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Reverting  to the issue of rebirth, we have observed that it is the astral body  that adopts a gross body. But why and under what compulsion? It is to be  borne in mind in this context&amp;nbsp; that the astral body itself is an effect of another cause, that is, ‘causal body’ &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(kaaran shareer). &lt;/i&gt;What constitutes the causal body? It is the name of ungratified desires &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(vaasana) &lt;/i&gt;accumulated over the length of a life-time, and in some cases many life times. &amp;nbsp;Desires  which remain ungratified create impressions on the mind, which are  carried forward even after death. It is an undisputed fact that  howsoever hard we may strive we are not able to fulfill all the desires  we entertain in our life. Entertaining desires becomes a mental habit  with us and we continue entertaining desires even when we get physically  weak and can no longer make any physical exertion. Impressions of all  such ungratified desires become accumulated to constitute the causal  body which impels the astral body to adopt a fresh gross body after the  previous body is deserted and dead. The type and texture of the causal  body determines as to what type of gross body the astral body will  adopt. If the ungratified desires are of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;sattvik &lt;/i&gt;nature  which seek gratification in noble pursuits of life, which has been  interrupted by sudden termination of the gross body, the astral body is  bound to adopt a body that facilitates pursuit of these ideals. On the  other hand, if the ungratified desires are of base and sensual type, the  astral body is likely to take a body of animal instinct easily found in  the animal kingdom where gratification of such desires is more easily  possible. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Thus  the causal body becomes the first link in a causal chain to cause an  astral body followed by a gross body and again by a reinforced causal  body. This causal sequence perpetuates to innumerable births and deaths  making &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;jiva &lt;/i&gt;to suffer the painful experiences of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;samsara. &lt;/i&gt;In Buddhist philosophy we find a similar chain of causation for the sufferings of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;samsara. &lt;/i&gt;The  highly analytical mind of Lord Buddha had unraveled twelve causes  beginning with ignorance, which he called twelve links of the Causal  Wheel. If one or more links of the Causal Wheel could be broken, Lord  Buddha had preached, the Wheel would stop and the suffering humanity  could get out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Similar  is the case with the causal chain beginning with the causal body but  with a little difference. Here there are not many links and the only  intervening link i.e. the astral body cannot be done away with unless  the first link i.e. the causal body is broken. So in order to break free  from this causal chain one has to break free from the causal body i.e.  the accumulated stock of ungratified desires &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(vaasana). &lt;/i&gt;Exhaustion of this accumulated stock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;is  not an easy task. It is like an increasing bank balance with compound  interest. For exhausting this stock, the first imperative is to stop  further investments. That is to say, fresh desires should not be  entertained. This is possible by the practice of dispassion and  detachment, which does also help in removing the residual impressions of  ungratified desires. The next step is inculcation of the capacity to  discriminate between &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;sat &lt;/i&gt;(real) and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;asat &lt;/i&gt;(unreal). This is called &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Viveka. Vairagya &lt;/i&gt;(detachment) and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Viveka &lt;/i&gt;(discrimination) are the two weapons with which the shackles of all residual impressions of ungratified desires &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(vaasana)&lt;/i&gt; can be cut asunder. In the Hindu scriptural texts, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;vaasana &lt;/i&gt;is known as sin. A man free from &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;vaasana &lt;/i&gt;is virtually free from all sins &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(nishpap). &lt;/i&gt;Last  but not the least, the grace of God is the greatest antidote to wipe  off sins, as Lord Krishna most eloquently promises to humanity:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Leaving aside all Dharmas, take refugee in Me alone;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: blue; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;I will release thee from all sins, grieve not (Gita: 18/66)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-7722704625309506603?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7722704625309506603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=7722704625309506603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/7722704625309506603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/7722704625309506603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-happens-when-i-die.html' title='What happens when i die?'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-1500265547130993418</id><published>2011-07-14T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T17:22:28.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='most epic dream ocean huge wave aquatic  people strange lucid surreal telekinesis powers energy july 2011 another dimension reality powerful creative'/><title type='text'>My Most Epic Dream ever remembered</title><content type='html'>My Dream this morning was the most epic sureal dream i have ever had in my entire life with the full enssence of sound and light and interactive control of my self with the world that i would guess is the realm where dis-logical happenings can happen and a world where people have adapted their lives to such an extent that they have control of everything in the world that they live.&lt;br /&gt;Like for instance! I was walking around talking to people and greating people who seemed relaxed happy and contempt with their lives! as if there was no need for fear or any knowlege of what fear means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people seemed to show amazing interest in me and i was questioned by a person amongst a group of people who seemed to show a true ability to express such interest in face and gesture that really only made me focus and realize even more about&amp;nbsp; where i was.&lt;br /&gt;The sun was bright and warming and i was amazed on how i found the abbility to stay calm and not let my self get too excited about being able to stay without waking up.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this guy asked me where i was from and i said i was from a place called Earth and on earth rationality and the way our world works is far sharper and many laws that i see here do not apply.&lt;br /&gt;A woman showed interest in what i said and she kind of given me a tour of the place.&lt;br /&gt;Before my curious exploring side was awaken.&lt;br /&gt;I was always drawn away by unusual events that happened around the street.&lt;br /&gt;I have to be honest the amount of things i saw was so much that right now while i write this i do find it difficult to remember.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;There was a technical device that every body seemed to carry that attached to the side of their waist and some had it on their wrists.&amp;nbsp; It was some kind of&amp;nbsp; a touch screen with some symbols on it.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody showed me some of it functions.&lt;br /&gt;The device gave the people control over their own body matter and also acted as an informative device to alert people of a giant wave of water that would come from the direction of the sun light every so often.&lt;br /&gt;When people were alerted i looked towards the sea and saw a huge cristal clear ocean rise and come towards us.&lt;br /&gt;The people then selected a mode on their device! and this gave them the ability to use the wave as a pleasureful activity that was enjoyed by every single person.&lt;br /&gt;The device changed the DNA of the wearer to a highly dynamic aquatic form that allowed them to swim into the force.&amp;nbsp; This was highly addictive to these people.&lt;br /&gt;Its like they have adapted to disasters instead of fearing them.&lt;br /&gt;Even the buildings were built to withstand the forces of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing seeing hundreds of people bracing themselves for the transformation and the force with out seeing any sign of fear.&lt;br /&gt;There seemed to be somebody near me with a faulty device.&amp;nbsp; The icon for the Dynamic Aquatic transformation button was not on the screen where every body else s was and looked like he had some virus that had hijacked that part of the screen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So quick thinking and the on coming wave caused me to try and work a way out to fix a device from a society of people i never knew.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand the writing or icons.&amp;nbsp; But i did see somebody elses device and noticed what was missing from this device i had before me.&lt;br /&gt;So i looked underneath and pealed back a lable and saw a hole! i poked something in it! in the hope that it would reset device and restore it to original condition.&lt;br /&gt;And behold the button that was needed returned back to original default location on screen.&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed that i was still dreaming even after doing some serious thinking that normally would wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;Some how i managed to stay calm and keep with the dream.&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to use the device but i said i am fine as i am not really part of your reality so this water will not have any effect on me what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;Then i stood there bracing the huge rushing waves watching everybody curiously even when the water over came us and i was in a deep ocean as i saw the people evolve into sharp fast wiggling creatures charging through the force.&amp;nbsp; Who knows! Maybe the force of the ocean feeds their bodies with so much energy that when the water has gone! The powers are then used for Telekinesis and disruption of Logical matter that we know of.&lt;br /&gt;But while i was in the water my mobile phone rang in our realm!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was my Dad asking me if i am going into town to meet up for a drink.&amp;nbsp; I said yea sure.&amp;nbsp; So as i got ready that dream was on my Mind.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad i just wrote this down on my blog! as its helped me remember my dream more vividly.&lt;br /&gt;I may consider doing a painting or picture of people standing bracing the power of the waves.&lt;br /&gt;So click my Follow button and do check here very soon&amp;nbsp; so you can see what i create.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-1500265547130993418?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1500265547130993418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=1500265547130993418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1500265547130993418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1500265547130993418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-most-epic-dream-ever-remembered.html' title='My Most Epic Dream ever remembered'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-1816865797195756176</id><published>2011-06-10T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T19:24:01.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waking up in my dream over telekinetic powers'/><title type='text'>Waking up in my Dream over and over</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i had a very strange dream that most people probably had happen in their lives sometime or another.&lt;br /&gt;1 st Dream i was going about in the streets near a supermarket and struggled to walk and realized i left my crutches in the supermarket! so i used my telekinetic powers to make them come to me! and before my eyes my crutches came to my hands perfectly! And then i realized i know i am dreaming if i did that so i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Then i found myself in a bedroom after waking and i saw my brother and said see this!&amp;nbsp; I lifted my arm up and used  telekinetic powers again to pull a object from the self! and when it landed in my palm i knew i was dreaming still so i decided to wake up and found myself sitting on&amp;nbsp; my room sofa after nodding off then i did the test again to see if i was awake! I lifted my arm up and used  telekinetic powers again but to get the remote and when it landed in my hand i was showing my brother some  telekinetic tricks and said i am not awake still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3qiQUSPCma8/TfLQ_P-nFrI/AAAAAAAAA1k/VrQlSEbN3wY/s1600/elekinetic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3qiQUSPCma8/TfLQ_P-nFrI/AAAAAAAAA1k/VrQlSEbN3wY/s320/elekinetic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;  telekinetic powers&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Then i went to wake up and my phone ringed and it was my brother ringing! and this time i was really awake! i was even making sure by seeing if i could make things move at will.&amp;nbsp; And when nothing happened i knew it was real.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-1816865797195756176?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1816865797195756176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=1816865797195756176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1816865797195756176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1816865797195756176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2011/06/waking-up-in-my-dream-over-and-over.html' title='Waking up in my Dream over and over'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3qiQUSPCma8/TfLQ_P-nFrI/AAAAAAAAA1k/VrQlSEbN3wY/s72-c/elekinetic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-6498631764928338392</id><published>2011-05-31T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:28:00.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreaming of another Dimention  dimension e5 parallel world worlds another map explained'/><title type='text'>A map of Time dimension and Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RbiQ-8Rk6lo/TeWxWGX5u7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/Jpf4xwCxqzg/s1600/Dimension+map+double+trouble.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RbiQ-8Rk6lo/TeWxWGX5u7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/Jpf4xwCxqzg/s640/Dimension+map+double+trouble.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the simplest way that i know to explain a way Time and Space and  alternate realities can be mapped based on my map theory.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine we are in the middle of this map (Blue Cube)&lt;br /&gt;Then the blue cube in front of this is our Future.&lt;br /&gt;Then the cube behind us is our Past.&lt;br /&gt;The Blue Cubes to the left and Right are Alternate Dimensions and they too also have a future past and present.&lt;br /&gt;So now we travel upwards to the yellow Good Cube.&lt;br /&gt;Then the red cube below our cube Represents Bad version of our reality!&lt;br /&gt;And they also have Alternate Dimensions and past and Future.&lt;br /&gt;So look at this picture below to see my markings to help you understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-6498631764928338392?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6498631764928338392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=6498631764928338392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/6498631764928338392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/6498631764928338392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/map-of-time-dimension-and-space.html' title='A map of Time dimension and Space'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RbiQ-8Rk6lo/TeWxWGX5u7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/Jpf4xwCxqzg/s72-c/Dimension+map+double+trouble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-2986413053711876072</id><published>2011-04-29T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:24:21.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meet people in dreams same dream possible strange real 2011 2010'/><title type='text'>Is it possible for people to meet in Dreams?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eyCpNIrYtE4/TbtHn0LH7RI/AAAAAAAAAyk/h6MW44c5Fk8/s1600/yes_you_can2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eyCpNIrYtE4/TbtHn0LH7RI/AAAAAAAAAyk/h6MW44c5Fk8/s320/yes_you_can2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The answer is 100% yes without a doubt!&lt;br /&gt;I have lived knowing this truth for too long now to keep it to my dam self.&lt;br /&gt;I am just fed up of keeping this locked up in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I looked on google search and found that the results on the search for the answer to this question is too poor.&lt;br /&gt;I am a very rare person to have had raw proof that its possible.&lt;br /&gt;At 1st i thought i had a lucid dream where i met somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;But after reading loads of research books on Lucid Dream i still felt far from finding answers.&lt;br /&gt;Some Professor got in touch with me by email and told me that i had a spontanious astral projection.&lt;br /&gt;So that sounded a lot more easier to get my head around. Even though i have been trying to be sceptic and logical all the time.&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read about my experience then click here: &lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/talk-about-dream-same-dream.html"&gt;DREAM SAME DREAM&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That is all i will say for now but if anybody would like help with dreams or would like to share experiences with me.&lt;br /&gt;Then my ears are open! please get in-touch by email: &lt;a href="mailto:fantasymindedman@googlemail.com"&gt;fantasymindedman@googlemail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-2986413053711876072?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2986413053711876072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=2986413053711876072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/2986413053711876072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/2986413053711876072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-it-possible-for-people-to-meet-in.html' title='Is it possible for people to meet in Dreams?'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eyCpNIrYtE4/TbtHn0LH7RI/AAAAAAAAAyk/h6MW44c5Fk8/s72-c/yes_you_can2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-1121987637603867119</id><published>2011-03-31T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T20:20:11.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature and sounds that muffle noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TenvpcI2HUE?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this video as nothing to do with Dreams! But it gives us another point of view!&lt;br /&gt;Something like the strange acts of nature! These can shape our minds by inspiring us!&lt;br /&gt;I could watch an under water tornado for ages!  Its just soothing!&lt;br /&gt;Even the sounds form underwater.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about sounds! I been working on some special sounds! that are combination's of life natural sounds to help muffle out other sounds! to promote the best sleep anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted when i can get my sound muffling master peace sorted out so keep looking back now and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-1121987637603867119?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1121987637603867119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=1121987637603867119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1121987637603867119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1121987637603867119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2011/03/nature-and-sounds-that-muffle-noise.html' title='Nature and sounds that muffle noise'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TenvpcI2HUE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-1517299783188010834</id><published>2011-03-30T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:28:30.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what happens when we die'/><title type='text'>What happens when we die?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Twuql0GLWM/TZPcWUNJ-rI/AAAAAAAAAyM/9G95J9LKV10/s1600/infinity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Twuql0GLWM/TZPcWUNJ-rI/AAAAAAAAAyM/9G95J9LKV10/s320/infinity.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as nothing! everything is always!&lt;br /&gt;Really think about it! if there is something, where else can it go!&lt;br /&gt;Look at it in another perspective! Where did we come from?&lt;br /&gt;When we die we simply revert to what we was before we were born! Before we had control of matter in our own realm&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The most popular answers to a lot of&amp;nbsp; mathematical equations&amp;nbsp; gets the answer infinity, a side way 8.&lt;br /&gt;If our lives evolved around the figure 8 then we can never die fully!&lt;br /&gt;Only the body has stopped! But our life force moves on!&lt;br /&gt;It Does not matter if you believe in God or Jesus or if you are good or bad!&lt;br /&gt;Its not anybodies fault the life some people life causes them to be bad! Its all life styles and influences that brought the person to result in being bad!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So all that bull that is going around! Believe in Jesus or you will go to hell!&lt;br /&gt;In my book that's like a threat!&amp;nbsp; Forcing people to believe in something without proof!&lt;br /&gt;I am so honest and would like to believe, but because i need to know before hand!&lt;br /&gt;It becomes an act on my feeling trying to act like i believe.&lt;br /&gt;I totally respect every body who go church!&lt;br /&gt;I cant go Church because i don't want to lie about my feelings and cant bring myself to see it like the people who do go church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-1517299783188010834?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1517299783188010834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=1517299783188010834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1517299783188010834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1517299783188010834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-happens-when-we-die.html' title='What happens when we die?'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Twuql0GLWM/TZPcWUNJ-rI/AAAAAAAAAyM/9G95J9LKV10/s72-c/infinity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-2831533555949264679</id><published>2011-03-20T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:30:08.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing strange stone found beach skegness 2011 2010'/><title type='text'>Amazing Strange  Stone found: Must see!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v955fmsYOUs?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an amazing feat of nature&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-2831533555949264679?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2831533555949264679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=2831533555949264679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/2831533555949264679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/2831533555949264679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2011/03/amazing-strange-stone-found-must-see.html' title='Amazing Strange  Stone found: Must see!'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/v955fmsYOUs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-7852806244188757362</id><published>2011-03-09T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:32:05.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream same word asked to look up from word fantasycreek secret'/><title type='text'>Fantasycreek secret Dream same dream word</title><content type='html'>Last night i dreamed a person told me to google the word Fantasycreek and i will find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FEcEx4tMZs8/TXhJXPwZeVI/AAAAAAAAAw8/EtACBlbMBLw/s1600/PICT0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FEcEx4tMZs8/TXhJXPwZeVI/AAAAAAAAAw8/EtACBlbMBLw/s320/PICT0035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wrote them words above just in case somebody gets asked to look up FantasyCreek on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Its my experiment to make it easy for me to tell people who i randomly meet in my dreams who could end up turning out to be real people.&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to remember numbers when we are dreaming! Too much thinking could lead to awakening when you are not ready.&lt;br /&gt;Its best to keep to simple English and completely avoid long complex new words!&amp;nbsp; As you will find that you can say the words!&amp;nbsp; But your dream mind will not understand the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;I once said to myself i want to have a lucid dream!&amp;nbsp; But my dream mind could not understand the meaning of Lucid while dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;So if you have been directed to me then please get in touch with me by leaving email as comment and i will relay with you as soon as possible!&amp;nbsp; I have only found evidence of somebody online who i once talked to in a dream and then a person with same name as i heard in dream appeared on yahoo answers!&amp;nbsp; But that was a while ago now! i cant begin to try and find that now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you look in my older posts going back about 3 years you will see my Interview notes about my&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/talk-about-dream-same-dream.html" style="background-color: red;"&gt;Dream same dream&lt;/a&gt; where i ended up meeting somebody in real life 2 weeks later. Click&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/talk-about-dream-same-dream.html" style="color: red;"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; to read true story.&lt;br /&gt;This Dream also lead me to have another experience a few years later! but i didnt meet this person in real life. Click&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-same-dream-lady-in-house-by.html"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt; here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to find more about that dream.&lt;br /&gt;Please get in touch if you have dreamed the same dream as another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-7852806244188757362?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7852806244188757362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=7852806244188757362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/7852806244188757362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/7852806244188757362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2011/03/fantasycreek-secret-dream-same-dream.html' title='Fantasycreek secret Dream same dream word'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FEcEx4tMZs8/TXhJXPwZeVI/AAAAAAAAAw8/EtACBlbMBLw/s72-c/PICT0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-4300018619519725228</id><published>2011-02-23T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:33:28.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange creature flying caught on film china 2005 2006 2007 2008 2009 2010 2011'/><title type='text'>Strange creature</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5Haagem4Nus?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-4300018619519725228?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4300018619519725228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=4300018619519725228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/4300018619519725228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/4300018619519725228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/strange-creature.html' title='Strange creature'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5Haagem4Nus/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-4703099486729091333</id><published>2010-12-12T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:34:40.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astral prpjected quantum Travel possesion 2011'/><title type='text'>Astral projected Quantum Travel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/TQS9Tf79psI/AAAAAAAAAvc/RcVcvwlZgbA/s1600/quantum_leap3-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/TQS9Tf79psI/AAAAAAAAAvc/RcVcvwlZgbA/s320/quantum_leap3-03.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago i had a very strange thing happen!&amp;nbsp; I don't know if i can call it a dream!&amp;nbsp; Because it was so solid and real!&amp;nbsp; I was in the body of an old man! i looked into a mirror of a dresser and when i lifted my hands to my face i could feel everything!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I still had hair but was bald in the middle from back to front!&amp;nbsp; and could feel the hair in my fingers! I was very careful as i didn't know how i was to get out of this body.&amp;nbsp; I noticed the year 1124 on a stain glass window that seemed to project its self onto the bedroom Floor.&lt;br /&gt;And i also noticed a window to my left that over looked some open space inside a Roofed Area!&lt;br /&gt;This man that i was just for a few seconds!&amp;nbsp; was it me in the Future! or was it somebody in the past!&amp;nbsp; or is it somebody who is alive now?&amp;nbsp; Did i some how quantum leap for a few seconds!&amp;nbsp; Or project myself randomly to another persons body?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The strangest part of this is that the man was in a room that was very simple! and if it was me in the future then i wonder why i was in such room! maybe it wasn't my place!&lt;br /&gt;When i examined my head as the old man! i remember feeling dry skin on the back of scalp and this condition is a unique family dna passed problem! so this makes me think the man could possibly be related to my blood line.&lt;br /&gt;If anybody could help me shed light or help me research this! then please get in touch. &lt;br /&gt;I guess if time travel was possible in this way then i am sure we wouldn't be able to interact at the past or future as a law!&amp;nbsp; so this brings me a possible understanding that this must be somebody who is alive right now!&lt;br /&gt;as my examination of my surroundings and control of the hands and face in the mirror were really happening in real time at a real place!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Possibly this could be Real Quantum travel or possession of a host from a person who is alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-4703099486729091333?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4703099486729091333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=4703099486729091333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/4703099486729091333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/4703099486729091333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/astral-projected-quantum-travel.html' title='Astral projected Quantum Travel?'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/TQS9Tf79psI/AAAAAAAAAvc/RcVcvwlZgbA/s72-c/quantum_leap3-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-6966505095778618508</id><published>2010-10-04T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:35:29.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange MP3 fly wall dream creative 2011'/><title type='text'>Strange MP3 Fly on my wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/TKpt41LFg-I/AAAAAAAAAvY/7-ln_P9URkU/s1600/mp3player+fly.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/TKpt41LFg-I/AAAAAAAAAvY/7-ln_P9URkU/s1600/mp3player+fly.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night i had a very strange be insightful dream.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a strange fly resting high on the wall in my home.&lt;br /&gt;On closer inspection it looked like a Usb MP3 Player with wings and legs!&lt;br /&gt;It was very strange!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; its head seemed to look like it feeds on peoples love for music!&lt;br /&gt;When people sit there resting the fly would draw musical vibes from its human host! and when it becomes well fed with musical memories it goes into a sex frenzy! and must use its blue-tooth ability to scan for Other nearby female inverted USB MP3 player flies to share the exciting vibes with.&lt;br /&gt;In-fact even though i knew it was a dream!&amp;nbsp; i was amazed how amazing our imaginations can be and totally explored the randomness of a normal dream.&lt;br /&gt;I call this unexpected creation in my dream a spontaneous innovative automatic invented idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please comment any strange dreams you have had regardless of how silly they were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-6966505095778618508?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6966505095778618508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=6966505095778618508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/6966505095778618508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/6966505095778618508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/strange-mp3-fly-on-my-wall.html' title='Strange MP3 Fly on my wall'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/TKpt41LFg-I/AAAAAAAAAvY/7-ln_P9URkU/s72-c/mp3player+fly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-1130538675293791292</id><published>2010-08-02T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:36:52.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inception truth behind the movie film facts 2010 2011'/><title type='text'>Inception Truth and Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/TFbtN_mjYQI/AAAAAAAAAss/-rghUFY-a0g/s1600/inception_still_movie+jpeg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500844819546857730" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/TFbtN_mjYQI/AAAAAAAAAss/-rghUFY-a0g/s400/inception_still_movie+jpeg.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 164px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inception has some real elements of truth within the movie.&lt;br /&gt;I can say that its possible to fit a lengthy Dream in a minute of real time.&lt;br /&gt;Dream Time verses Real time and the fact we don't realize strange dream happenings until we wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have trained myself to use these moments to remind myself that its a dream!&lt;br /&gt;This gives me to ability to focus on my dream world with the conscious mind i normally use in my woken life.  Often when people do this for their 1st time, they often wake up! Because they have no experience of keeping calm and i noticed the best way to avoid waking up in this state!  is to restrict a limit of too much logical decisions.  I learned to keep logic at i minimal whilst still staying calm and focus! If you see a dream person and want to ask a question! Also keep that as simple as possible!&lt;br /&gt;Only ask questions you would expect a simple answer! This way you will remember the details when you wake.  Last night when i was sleeping i was walking around a vivid dream! It was almost Lucid! i was walking about the streets that i noticed was in very great detail.&lt;br /&gt;As i walked up a side street up a worn out bricked path up a bit of a hill.   And knowing i was dreaming i saw a middle age man walking up!  I said hello!  when he replied in English but with another accent i questioned his Origin.  He said Bermuda.  Then i thought to my self! Time to step up the questioning!  I said" I have something really interesting to tell you"&lt;br /&gt;The man said what is it?    I replied well everything you see here right now is a Dream and not real.&lt;br /&gt;The man said don't be silly and what makes you think that?&lt;br /&gt;I replied" I know its a dream because i am having it right now!"&lt;br /&gt;I said" i will prove it!"  I said" In real life i can't do this!"  I levitated down the cobbled path!  And this man didn't want to accept that he was living in a Dream!  he really wasn't happy at all!&lt;br /&gt;This man was talking with emotion and was so independently speaking just like other dreams where i talk to dream people! He is the 1st to go off on one! and debate my knowledge!&lt;br /&gt;If you look into my older posts you will find some other Dreams i had in the past!  that will open your way of thinking of Dream people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-1130538675293791292?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1130538675293791292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=1130538675293791292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1130538675293791292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1130538675293791292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/inception-truth-and-facts.html' title='Inception Truth and Facts'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/TFbtN_mjYQI/AAAAAAAAAss/-rghUFY-a0g/s72-c/inception_still_movie+jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-7204896458623303221</id><published>2010-07-13T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:38:18.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carol Henley creative novelist  lincolnshire faireis mythology magic the crown quest'/><title type='text'>The Crown Quest by Carol Hanley</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="productDescriptionSource"&gt;lAbout the Author&lt;/h3&gt;Carol Hanley was Born in Nottingham and now  resides on the east coast of England. She has always had great interest in mythology  and early historical events, especially around the times when Christianity began to wipe out magic.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/TD0Gbb-XqZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/XBAzFT8HJjw/s1600/carol+hanleys+picture.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493554188897462674" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/TD0Gbb-XqZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/XBAzFT8HJjw/s320/carol+hanleys+picture.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 193px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/TD0GCbJOJ2I/AAAAAAAAAr8/cDUzLBZiO2U/s1600/arol+hanley+book+cover.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493553759177811810" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/TD0GCbJOJ2I/AAAAAAAAAr8/cDUzLBZiO2U/s400/arol+hanley+book+cover.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Story Information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fairies are not tiny fluttery beings no bigger than your thumb. They are  tall and fair, like the forest elves Throughout their years in our  world, they learned to build, to grow and create in such wonderful ways  that out shone the achievements of man. They have an understanding of  nature and all things living. Although some of the men lived and worked  along side these wondrous beings, not all shared their love of them. Man  became more powerful over time and had learned some of the crafts of the  fairies and of the elves. Through their greed and lust of power, they  turned on these earthly beings and mocked them. The fairies and elves  had to fight back to protect the world they had created. In these times  of war, the male fairies began to be born without wings, for they got in  the way of fighting. It became a weakness to them. Now only the females  were born with wings. Many of the fairies and elves fled from the large  settlements...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to know what fantasy and Imagination awaits you! then click&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Crown-Quest-Carol-Hanley/dp/1438991622/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1"&gt; BUY NOW&lt;/a&gt; to get directed to Amazon for a fast reliable delivery right to your door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you have read this amazing book! please spread the word of this great writer and help get her writing and publishing even more great work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-7204896458623303221?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7204896458623303221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=7204896458623303221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/7204896458623303221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/7204896458623303221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/crown-quest-by-carol-hanley.html' title='The Crown Quest by Carol Hanley'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/TD0Gbb-XqZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/XBAzFT8HJjw/s72-c/carol+hanleys+picture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-7730136244488274575</id><published>2010-04-05T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:38:33.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow down time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ability'/><title type='text'>Slowing down time for sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/S7pAXw8B0eI/AAAAAAAAArM/iQKxLl8yNMQ/s1600/Train+station+to+broad+marsh222.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456744675530625506" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/S7pAXw8B0eI/AAAAAAAAArM/iQKxLl8yNMQ/s320/Train+station+to+broad+marsh222.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 253px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experimented with this ability for many years!  I know that some people can go to bed and simply wake up and its time for work!&lt;br /&gt;Awaking to them can seem instant.&lt;br /&gt;With no knowledge of any dreams what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;But for me dreams have been a powerful benefactor to my life!&lt;br /&gt;Most people sleep for physical and mental rest.&lt;br /&gt;But for me! Dreams offers me no mental rest! only a powerful experience as i go into deep sleep.  I have found that i have been able to pop into deep sleep instantly have a long dream and wake up and look at a clock.&lt;br /&gt;For example its 8:30am on my dial bedroom clock. then i close my eyes and have a good long dream and when i awaken its as if the hand on clock isn't moving.  i proceeded to have lots of dreams and wake up over and over again.   then finally i had to force myself to get up and check my mobile phone time!  and to my amazement the bedroom clock was perfect time and working fine.&lt;br /&gt;Also many years ago i experienced long dreams on a city bus in Nottingham when it was between train station and broad marsh shopping center.   this is only about 1 minute between stops.  But my time was measured as movement of bus.  between these stops i woken and slept 3 times and each time i recall 3 full Dreams all of long lasting and full of adventure.  and when i reached broad marsh i was a bit chuffed of what a discovery i just made!&lt;br /&gt;All i know is that i can have long Dreams in a few seconds of real time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of us can do this!  its all in our own mind!&lt;br /&gt;I only can slow down time in my mind! but i don't know if its possible to use this ability in our living world.&lt;br /&gt;But if anybody knows anything about this subject please get in touch with me i will welcome any body with feedback and i am willing to help any research out there.&lt;br /&gt;please send email to me at the following location:   fantasymindedman@googlemail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-7730136244488274575?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7730136244488274575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=7730136244488274575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/7730136244488274575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/7730136244488274575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/slowing-down-time-for-sleep.html' title='Slowing down time for sleep'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/S7pAXw8B0eI/AAAAAAAAArM/iQKxLl8yNMQ/s72-c/Train+station+to+broad+marsh222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-6163951765340334613</id><published>2010-03-17T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:39:18.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost found on google earth lincoln st giles strange old home house'/><title type='text'>I found the ghost of my Child hood on Google Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I have decided to add a closer picture here because on the final video the picuture is a bit pixelated and i noticed that even i had trouble seeing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/S6JzSLccmrI/AAAAAAAAAq8/BSb539ABEug/s1600-h/old+haunted+house+closer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450045255218666162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/S6JzSLccmrI/AAAAAAAAAq8/BSb539ABEug/s400/old+haunted+house+closer.jpg" style="display: block; height: 286px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/S6CaQUTNkgI/AAAAAAAAAq0/mnuM6a7H1k8/s1600-h/My+old+haunted+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449525154236174850" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/S6CaQUTNkgI/AAAAAAAAAq0/mnuM6a7H1k8/s320/My+old+haunted+home.jpg" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 294px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the house i lived in between age 4-8 in the late 70s.&lt;br /&gt;If you have been directed to this blog to get these Co-ordinates then please do the Following.&lt;br /&gt;Simply copy &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;53°14'51.29"N 0°30'52.53"W&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;and paste this code into the google earth search bar and hit enter. then click on the bubble to get house window view and simply zoom in.&lt;br /&gt;This picture is very clear! and you have good chance of seeing the ghost.&lt;br /&gt;This will prove that i have not done any effects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Please Return Here soon! and i will share my childhood memories! the stange ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-6163951765340334613?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6163951765340334613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=6163951765340334613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/6163951765340334613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/6163951765340334613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-found-ghost-of-my-child-hood-on.html' title='I found the ghost of my Child hood on Google Earth'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/S6JzSLccmrI/AAAAAAAAAq8/BSb539ABEug/s72-c/old+haunted+house+closer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-1598363476503245118</id><published>2010-02-03T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:41:01.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreaming of another Dimention  dimension e5 parallel world worlds'/><title type='text'>Dreaming of another Dimention</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago i Dreamed of visiting another dimension.&lt;br /&gt;It was a Very vivid dream indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I the air was lighter in taste and pressure and had a slight sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;all my senses were going crazy! It was as if i just stepped off a plane.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was walking by some shops that were selling very strange looking items from&lt;br /&gt;Gadgets, clothing and also Furniture designs really were different.&lt;br /&gt;The buses and Cars had the driver sitting in the middle front. This looked more strange on a Double Decker bus! Its like evolution developed slightly different.&lt;br /&gt;Also when i looked into the butchers shop! The meat was from an unknown animal&lt;br /&gt;to me. the way it was lay ed out and shapes got me really curious! i just stepped in to have closer look and was asked can i help you? i just said its OK I'm just looking. the meat smelled very sweet. that was a enough with my curiosity. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/S2nsx5JxAkI/AAAAAAAAAqk/k29E8vfbk1w/s1600-h/600px-Goetia_seal_of_solomon_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434134767298740802" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/S2nsx5JxAkI/AAAAAAAAAqk/k29E8vfbk1w/s200/600px-Goetia_seal_of_solomon_svg.png" style="float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! When i got outside again i asked a passer by what is this planet or place i am on! The reply was sarcastic but he said: E5 silly.&lt;br /&gt;Then when i woken up! E5 was in my head for years!&lt;br /&gt;I thought long and hard! we didn't have Internet back then! so i could not look it up or find out anything! so i thought maybe E5 is a Dimensional Address.&lt;br /&gt;so today i typed in Dimension e5 on google and after 3rd list i saw this diagram that grabbed my attention because its like a picture i drawn years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Its like i know what this in middle means.&lt;br /&gt;I will make a video to explain very soon but all i can say right now is that its a diagram for opening a gateway to another dimension or plane beyond this.&lt;br /&gt;the head of the forceps shape is the focused energy being magnified through combination of lenses to cause the energy to expand the targeted point!&lt;br /&gt;Finding this lead me to another very interesting blog &lt;a href="http://cosmiccipher.blogspot.com/"&gt;(COSMIC CIPHER)&lt;/a&gt; by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11050387068935158243"&gt;Kathryn Cassidy &lt;/a&gt; here she has great wise wisdom and interesting subjects to talk about too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-1598363476503245118?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1598363476503245118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=1598363476503245118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1598363476503245118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1598363476503245118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreaming-of-another-dimention.html' title='Dreaming of another Dimention'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/S2nsx5JxAkI/AAAAAAAAAqk/k29E8vfbk1w/s72-c/600px-Goetia_seal_of_solomon_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-8101649855948803903</id><published>2010-01-21T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:41:44.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream of 15 moons in the sky dreaming'/><title type='text'>The Dream of 15 Moons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/S1kzBgJWCJI/AAAAAAAAAqU/VvW5Gx3pZ6U/s1600-h/dream+moons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429426926673856658" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/S1kzBgJWCJI/AAAAAAAAAqU/VvW5Gx3pZ6U/s320/dream+moons.jpg" style="display: block; height: 180px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Have been having very interesting dreams since the beginning of 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Dreams are so Surreal and yet clearly inspirational indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago i dreamed i was outside amongst people going about their daily lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i noticed something wonderful in the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blue sky was littered with many moons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so curious that i wanted to know how many moons where around this planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked a passer by! i asked. Excuse me can you please tell me how many moons there are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Replied there is 15 moons in total.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This saved me counting. If i were to use a logic thinking and solving mind while dreaming like this i would surely wake up in no time at all! and then that will be this dream over with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a moon that caught my attention more that the others!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This moon seemed as if it had a great big hole in it. That's what i thought with my dream mind. But my opinion now awake! I think it maybe some kind of lunar Eclipse creating that illusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What really surprises me about dreams like this. How does a mind generate such powerful experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Picture above is just an example of how the moons looked in the blue daylight sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-8101649855948803903?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8101649855948803903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=8101649855948803903' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/8101649855948803903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/8101649855948803903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/dream-of-15-moons.html' title='The Dream of 15 Moons'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/S1kzBgJWCJI/AAAAAAAAAqU/VvW5Gx3pZ6U/s72-c/dream+moons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-7984128857656510487</id><published>2009-12-11T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:43:23.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aztec dreams inspirations pyramid&apos;s architecture'/><title type='text'>Aztec Dreams of inspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/SyKmNBfFQQI/AAAAAAAAApA/5IyibT7SdlA/s1600-h/AncientAmericaAztecsPyramidSun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414072444720070914" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/SyKmNBfFQQI/AAAAAAAAApA/5IyibT7SdlA/s200/AncientAmericaAztecsPyramidSun.jpg" style="float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 165px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a really funny but interesting dream that i had on the 1st Dec 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed i was traveling to a new Aztec location.&lt;br /&gt;Its the dreamworlds Guide to the Dream worlds Version of pyramid's and architecture.&lt;br /&gt;I traveled by some kind of Levitating Ship that hovered over the sands .&lt;br /&gt;As i looked out off the balcony i saw amazing structures and monuments!&lt;br /&gt;I had to take photos with a camera! Then i said! owe no! This is a dream!&lt;br /&gt;That means i cant really take pictures to keep!&lt;br /&gt;So i thought i would just admire the amazing structures and make the most of it while I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;When the ship pulled in to the docking station! A holiday guide lady directed us off away from the ship and then into a cinema room to watch some sort of welcome movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i wanted to do was explore outside! And yet i am forced to sit and watch this movie!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was asked to connect the seat belts on their seats!&lt;br /&gt;I just thought to myself! Whats with these seat belts! Thinking its only a film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't having this! belting up means staying here for a while when precious dream time gets wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought to myself! I don't have to stay here because this is my dream! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It don't belong to Randomness from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie started playing.&lt;br /&gt;On the screen was lots of Aztec people marching away from a Large archway!&lt;br /&gt;and the camera was floating over them as they seem to march towards some battle!&lt;br /&gt;I got out a laser pen and tried to see if it does anything! one of the men fell down when he was hit by my pointer!&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself! Kool!&lt;br /&gt;Then i imagined an atomic plasma ball in my hands! Then i stood up and tossed it into the Movie!&lt;br /&gt;My ball totally destroyed the film world! there fore ending the movie already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That worked out as i planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just want to explore. Not be stuck in a dark room with a film on!&lt;br /&gt;I willed the lights to turn up! Then i imagined a rope to swing down to the exit!&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun swinging that i played about on it for a bit!&lt;br /&gt;Before going outside to explore the amazing structures!&lt;br /&gt;What an interesting Dream world Holiday! Exploring the Dream versions of the real world!&lt;br /&gt;In fact! what is real anyway? Lucid Dreams have %100 pure clarity and powerful sense's like touch and smell and taste! in real life we are surrounded by errors and mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;We have no choice but to live in the material world that we were born to know! Because life needs our soul and spirit to make the planet work! Maybe in another plane of life! things are perfect! But life needs our forms to help the planets work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a element that scientist cant locate! The reason is because our spirit is in a different plane of sight!&lt;br /&gt;Also it is not meant to be able to be found! That's what protects us!&lt;br /&gt;If scientist found our soul! or spirit! It would disturb the structure of society today and forever.&lt;br /&gt;before we was born where was we? we came from somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;We cant have came from nothing! because there is no such thing as nothing.&lt;br /&gt;When we die! our body stops working!&lt;br /&gt;But that element that makes us human or living! Cant die!&lt;br /&gt;Its got to revert to its original form! Like recycling!&lt;br /&gt;Spirits recycle! the route is like the solar systems path! looping! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one last note regarding my Dreams! they inspire me to think in new ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often i wake up! wondering what i am! and where i am! and the biggest question! How big are we really!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i leave you all thinking for know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas to you all. I'm back blogging for a while so please keep coming back to see what i have done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-7984128857656510487?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7984128857656510487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=7984128857656510487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/7984128857656510487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/7984128857656510487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/aztec-dreams-of-inspirations.html' title='Aztec Dreams of inspirations'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/SyKmNBfFQQI/AAAAAAAAApA/5IyibT7SdlA/s72-c/AncientAmericaAztecsPyramidSun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-8311790199952153573</id><published>2009-12-10T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:44:16.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dean Bradford blogger index'/><title type='text'>please take a moment to visit my new Blogger index.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is an easy Index blog where you can click on the image of the blog to enter the blog site. Its that simple. I have many intresting subjects other than Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deanbradfordsbloggerindex.blogspot.com/"&gt;(( CLICK HERE TO VISIT))&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/SyHJ2zaP0UI/AAAAAAAAAog/TAUDOaM7RGU/s1600-h/deans+blogger+index.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/SyHJ2zaP0UI/AAAAAAAAAog/TAUDOaM7RGU/s1600-h/deans+blogger+index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413830170426462530" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/SyHJ2zaP0UI/AAAAAAAAAog/TAUDOaM7RGU/s320/deans+blogger+index.jpg" style="display: block; height: 242px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-8311790199952153573?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8311790199952153573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=8311790199952153573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/8311790199952153573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/8311790199952153573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/please-take-moment-to-visit-my-new.html' title='please take a moment to visit my new Blogger index.'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/SyHJ2zaP0UI/AAAAAAAAAog/TAUDOaM7RGU/s72-c/deans+blogger+index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-3755267709122627948</id><published>2008-10-14T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:46:02.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucid dream language creatures where people meet Drean bradford'/><title type='text'>Lucid Dream Language, Creatures &amp; where people meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/SPTyPA6a7DI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YVnRO0mZJLo/s1600-h/Deer+pig+Jpeg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257093004805205042" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/SPTyPA6a7DI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YVnRO0mZJLo/s400/Deer+pig+Jpeg.JPG" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had powerful dreams last night&lt;br /&gt;I was looking in a window of a video shop in my dream! I remember laughing in my dream at the Movie Titles and covers. One of the covers had a Fluffy duck head but the head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; fluffy as like a feathered bird.&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rabbit&lt;/span&gt;. it was on the end of a Rocket and the title looked funny too! That made me laugh out loud in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;After that I went looking for things to read.&lt;br /&gt;I came across some book that I picked up to read!&lt;br /&gt;At a glance the printed words looked normal.&lt;br /&gt;But a closer inspection I noticed the words to look gibberish like a combination of shapes.&lt;br /&gt;The writing looked so clear yet I could not understand what I was seeing.&lt;br /&gt;I have placed some images as an example.&lt;br /&gt;Normally I would have woken up by now but some how I have mastered staying asleep after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;I figure that this time I was a lot more comfortable in bed than other times dreaming this way.&lt;br /&gt;I took advantage of this time and looked at many pages of the books even though I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;did not &lt;/span&gt;understand ta single word.&lt;br /&gt;In the hope that some how I could remember atleast something when I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;I also saw these creatures running around&lt;br /&gt;the body of a Deer and a face almost like a pig&lt;br /&gt;They seemed to have the playfulness of a Dog.&lt;br /&gt;I came across a Girl who was looked between 15-18 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Because of my past experience with people in dreams and knowing that dream people can be real people! I decided to say hello.&lt;br /&gt;She was very stubborn person to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;And after a while I understood why.&lt;br /&gt;When I told her this is a dream. She replied this is my dream.&lt;br /&gt;I can understand that! that’s how I used to think! before I had proof&lt;br /&gt;Her talking was so independent! and of her own! I gave up trying to convince her&lt;br /&gt;When in an intense Lucid dream like this! It can be difficult to access woken brain memories.&lt;br /&gt;Like data or detailed information.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to say remember &lt;a href="mailto:Fantasycreek@msn.com"&gt;Fantasycreek@msn.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was still being negative so I shouted it again just in case she wakes up and remembers.&lt;br /&gt;It’s only when we wake we start using rational thoughts and question the dream.&lt;br /&gt;I think I was in somebody else’s dream. but nobody I know&lt;br /&gt;she was stubborn! because she thought I was a Dream person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read my other story about &lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreaming-same-dream-years-ago-just.html"&gt;Dream same Dream &lt;/a&gt;. That is the story that gave me proof to allow me to know that Lucid Dream people can be real!&lt;br /&gt;This part here is just for keyword use to maybe help guide that person in this dream to find me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FantasyCreek&lt;/span&gt;, Dream, Strange, lucid,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-3755267709122627948?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3755267709122627948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=3755267709122627948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/3755267709122627948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/3755267709122627948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/lucid-dream-language-creatures-where.html' title='Lucid Dream Language, Creatures &amp; where people meet'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/SPTyPA6a7DI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YVnRO0mZJLo/s72-c/Deer+pig+Jpeg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-610830904143202462</id><published>2008-06-18T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:46:58.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the real twilight zone strange experience Dean Bradford security tales'/><title type='text'>The Real Twilight zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/SFlHw-MbArI/AAAAAAAAAXA/1QKnx3m5lg8/s1600-h/The+real+twilight+zone+sign2+jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213276950312452786" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/SFlHw-MbArI/AAAAAAAAAXA/1QKnx3m5lg8/s400/The+real+twilight+zone+sign2+jpg.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early part of the 60s Rod Serling introduced us to the fascinating world of the twilight zone.&lt;br /&gt;With fraises like: This story takes part:&lt;br /&gt;1) At the fresh hold of the Twilight Zone&lt;br /&gt;2)In the Twilight Zone&lt;br /&gt;Its either in the Twilight Zone or at the Entrance.&lt;br /&gt;I have only been watching these classic’s in the past week for the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;And realized I have been subject to an extraordinary experience that seems to relate to the Twilight Zone.&lt;br /&gt;I know the program was just based on Creative stories but the concept of this could be true.&lt;br /&gt;Its only the creator of Twilight Zone who gave it this name!&lt;br /&gt;I’m about to tell you a True story based on this concept.&lt;br /&gt;About 9 years ago I worked as a Security Guard at the old Boots print works in Nottingham.&lt;br /&gt;Back then the Print work building was very derelict apart from a room with a table and chair in the middle of the big room.&lt;br /&gt;With lots of gray floor panels and breeze block walls.&lt;br /&gt;There were about 4 guards on duty that day and we all swap locations every 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;The Guard in charge that day was Dave. He was a very intimidating man.&lt;br /&gt;He said I am not allowed to read any book or do anything! And most Importantly do not sleep or close your eyes! I am watching you.&lt;br /&gt;And he said that he could see me on the CCTV!&lt;br /&gt;I was really trying to do my job well and did not want a bad report.&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit at the Table and start gazing at the Gray floor panels.&lt;br /&gt;When you stare long enough the lines in between the floor panels blend in and the vision gets brighter.&lt;br /&gt;I sit there constantly for 1 hour doing nothing but trying to keep awake.&lt;br /&gt;2 hours finally passed and still I struggle to fight the dazzling effects of the floor and walls.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my head drops forward for a split second!&lt;br /&gt;I immediately lifted my head and I sat up strait and confidant in the hope Dave dose not suspect me sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Radio said : Code Green. That means change over and that the person who is on the way to take me off confirms all is ok outside before he enters the building!&lt;br /&gt;I then put on my Hi-viz Jacket and make my way to the Room door to let Wayne in.&lt;br /&gt;He then secured his door and I walked through the derelict building to the Fire Exit by the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;When I closed the Fire exit behind me! I was faced with the big iron gate and the very cold padlock .&lt;br /&gt;I then forced in the key gave it a few wiggles before it would budge and then the i struggled with the Bar and suddenly it shunted open!&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking across station street I was shielding my face from the cold night winds and as I walked into the gate of the Forward house Building!&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly found my self sitting at the table in the room I was in before!&lt;br /&gt;I sat up strait once again! I Was feeling quite confused to how I am back here. Then the Radio said: Code Green .&lt;br /&gt;I then grabbed my Hi-viz Jacket from behind the chair and made my way to the door! And when I opened the door it was Wayne just as he was before.&lt;br /&gt;He passed me the keys I need and secured himself in the room.&lt;br /&gt;I then made my way through derelict building to the exit door.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was at the gate again! I struggled with the lock. And as I walked across the road I could feel the cold wind in my face and this time I made it all the way to Forward house.&lt;br /&gt;After that experience I don’t just do check calls on the job! I do reality check!&lt;br /&gt;And the strangest thing about this experience is that it was too real to even think of checking at the time.&lt;br /&gt;When a man is put in strange situation with nothing to do!&lt;br /&gt;The mind plays tricks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows! What’s real anymore.&lt;br /&gt;How do we know that we are all here and just like that night of my experience.&lt;br /&gt;Just as I lived a few minutes in advance.&lt;br /&gt;People may live a day in advance! Or Live a whole life in advance un aware they are asleep in their real body simulating the future events.&lt;br /&gt;To only wake up and go through the life once again for real.&lt;br /&gt;And that might be where Da-ja-vu comes from.&lt;br /&gt;After pre living your life!&lt;br /&gt;All I am saying is what happened to me!&lt;br /&gt;I bet a lot of security guards have a few stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;So if you have a story to share that is true then please send me link in your comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-610830904143202462?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/610830904143202462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=610830904143202462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/610830904143202462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/610830904143202462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/real-twilight-zone.html' title='The Real Twilight zone'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/SFlHw-MbArI/AAAAAAAAAXA/1QKnx3m5lg8/s72-c/The+real+twilight+zone+sign2+jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-4958278076062008347</id><published>2008-04-19T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:47:56.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying mansion from out of space dream strange Dean Bradford'/><title type='text'>The Flying Mansion from out of space</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my dreams are like movies.&lt;br /&gt;I sit back and watch as my Imagination really surprises me.&lt;br /&gt;And last night it did.&lt;br /&gt;Started off with a man working on a spire of a building.&lt;br /&gt;And as he was working !&lt;br /&gt;He noticed a bright light high in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;As the craft got closer a Middle age woman all dressed posh and wealthy stood by a door way hovering by the man working on the spire.&lt;br /&gt;She demanded that he should go and pick a fresh rose from his Garden and return with it within 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;She Demanded this as away of seeing how much control she had over us Humans.&lt;br /&gt;And when he returned with the rose she knew that the people here were weak and easy to control.&lt;br /&gt;So the large flying craft (Flying Mansion) Landed on a near by Park and ride resort.&lt;br /&gt;The woman then offers the people near by hospitality as if they were all neighbors,&lt;br /&gt;Offering a friendly Welcome inviting totally anybody for a Drink and Cake and food.&lt;br /&gt;Before I realized the ladies intensions were not good.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that the streets started to bye less populated.&lt;br /&gt;And most people of the town were all enjoying the company of the Posh lady from Out of space!&lt;br /&gt;I decided I would go in and checkout what was happening inside.&lt;br /&gt;When I went a room full of people sitting in row’s with cups of drinks and food on a table.&lt;br /&gt;There was a person standing by a White board.&lt;br /&gt;The people in the room were talking synchronized word by word.&lt;br /&gt;Then the person at the white board got the wiper and wiped away the very complex information from the board.&lt;br /&gt;As if to hide something from me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went in another room of people! And then again the board was wiped.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that the people were being brain washed.&lt;br /&gt;All the People loved the company of the Lady from Out of space!&lt;br /&gt;And was so Happy they would protect her with their lives if need be!&lt;br /&gt;That’s how they were brain washed! As if the public were too happy for her company! Before their own.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that the Patten of which the boards were wiped was the same as all the others.&lt;br /&gt;My logical mind realized they must been under control like a robot would take orders.&lt;br /&gt;And when the Law and stepped in to investigate the problem of the parking on the Park and ride patch!&lt;br /&gt;They was welcomed with a drink and food.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking maybe the Food or Drink helped induce the peoples minds.&lt;br /&gt;Then the police force also turned powerless.&lt;br /&gt;Until another police force realized what has been happening and they did not touch the food.&lt;br /&gt;The police called the service of the Army!&lt;br /&gt;They was all ordered not to eat or drink anything.&lt;br /&gt;All our people surrounded the Mansion in a protective stance!&lt;br /&gt;The Lady from out of space had turned our own people into an army of her own!&lt;br /&gt;She knew how to play with people emotions and used that against us.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I then said Stop Stop!&lt;br /&gt;As if I was a film Director.&lt;br /&gt;The End and then I just wake up!&lt;br /&gt;And it was a long dream I just had! Like a action packed film.&lt;br /&gt;And now I was feeling the ache of my mind as I wake from a long sleep of Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show how much detail can be picked up from our normal dreams.&lt;br /&gt;And how much Control we have.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed me sharing my dream with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;If anybody wants to do me a picture to go with this dream.&lt;br /&gt;Please submit to me! and i will add it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-4958278076062008347?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4958278076062008347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=4958278076062008347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/4958278076062008347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/4958278076062008347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/flying-mansion-from-out-of-space.html' title='The Flying Mansion from out of space'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-1305301336431454989</id><published>2008-03-17T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:48:58.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='director of your own Dreams  advice amazing fun take control help Dean Bradford'/><title type='text'>Director of your own Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R98NEm1oy7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/XXpn7t83Pxg/s1600-h/dREAMER+DIRECTOR+CLAPPER.PNG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178872469295516594" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R98NEm1oy7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/XXpn7t83Pxg/s400/dREAMER+DIRECTOR+CLAPPER.PNG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a Cool way to look at your Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;This method will work fantastically!&lt;br /&gt;I know this for a fact because I have experimented with this ever since December 2007.&lt;br /&gt;And now after my discovery!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to share it all with my blogger fans.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your Whole dream is a Movie and you have the Entire control of the whole production.&lt;br /&gt;When anything bad happens that could evolve into a nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;Shout Stop! Cut! And say: I’m in charge of this Dream.&lt;br /&gt;Only what I say will go!&lt;br /&gt;Not only do you have control of what will happen!&lt;br /&gt;You completely know that you are dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;You can even shout pause! Or Lift up your hand and Think a sharp pause! And judder your palms against your view.&lt;br /&gt;Then you can choose to rewind time! Before the bad event you may have just been dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;For example! Something bad happens that you was too late to stop!&lt;br /&gt;Pause and rewind time!&lt;br /&gt;Now you have control of your dreams!&lt;br /&gt;Any Dream you used to see as a Nightmare in the past!&lt;br /&gt;Will now just be the fuel to make you stronger in your Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;To me! I enjoy the randomness of the surreal dream world!&lt;br /&gt;I open the door to what people would call a Nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;Only so I can Deal with it and have an Action packed Dream.&lt;br /&gt;But you always have a choice!&lt;br /&gt;You can have nightmare free Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Just by Being in charge of your Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Dreams are just a Lesson that you are meant to over come and take control!&lt;br /&gt;I was about 6 years old when I stopped my Nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;I was being chased by the Monsters between the walls.&lt;br /&gt;And one night I decided it was my turn to be the monster!&lt;br /&gt;I thought myself big and hairy and went to there place in the wall and Roar at them!&lt;br /&gt;And said stop chasing me! Its my Dream.&lt;br /&gt;From that day on! I never had nightmares of being chased ever again.&lt;br /&gt;I have told my Nephews this and it has helped them!&lt;br /&gt;So please tell your children!&lt;br /&gt;That the dream world is their place and not the monsters.&lt;br /&gt;And they can face them and they will see.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to fear!&lt;br /&gt;And they can Dream fear free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-1305301336431454989?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1305301336431454989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=1305301336431454989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1305301336431454989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1305301336431454989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/director-of-your-own-dreams.html' title='Director of your own Dreams'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R98NEm1oy7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/XXpn7t83Pxg/s72-c/dREAMER+DIRECTOR+CLAPPER.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-888014399645321849</id><published>2008-03-12T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:49:44.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees alive story written by Dean Bradford but un published and read by the public'/><title type='text'>Tree's Al!ve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R9ewPG1oy6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/K-OPn6iUq4Y/s1600-h/Trees+alive+book+cover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176800070265785250" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R9ewPG1oy6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/K-OPn6iUq4Y/s400/Trees+alive+book+cover.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's another great creative story from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But to get to read my new story you are going to have to Buy my E-book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not only will my New E-book have this story in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will contain all the stories featured on this blogger so that you can read and enjoy freely without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; distraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have decided to sell my stories in E-books to help me get my foot fixed and my life back on track so that i can get out there and bring you some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also i would like to get into the film industry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you buying my E-book will help towards a great future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And one day you can say: I Helped make that happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since i had this accident i have not been able to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i hope this will help me back to reality again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; a poem based on the story Tree's Al!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees are alive&lt;br /&gt;Trees are slow&lt;br /&gt;But in their own time where we don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;In the daytime they’re bright and clear&lt;br /&gt;To attract the nature and deter the fear.&lt;br /&gt;At night they pose immense scare!&lt;br /&gt;With a ruffle and a crack&lt;br /&gt;And a sense to fear.&lt;br /&gt;Some bare fruit some bare flowers&lt;br /&gt;And receive a wash in the April showers.&lt;br /&gt;The trees attract the birds in spring&lt;br /&gt;The birds lay eggs and the birds do sing.&lt;br /&gt;As the trees flush with colourful blossom&lt;br /&gt;The bees will pollinate from top to bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees are alive&lt;br /&gt;Trees are slow&lt;br /&gt;That's one thing to remember.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also with the E-Book you will get another E-book &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;containing&lt;/span&gt; lots of amazingly Creative poems about dreamworlds and and life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a point of view that is rarely known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The price for this e-book will be only TBA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The information on how to get this e-book will be posted on here very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-888014399645321849?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/888014399645321849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=888014399645321849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/888014399645321849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/888014399645321849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/trees-alve.html' title='Tree&apos;s Al!ve'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R9ewPG1oy6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/K-OPn6iUq4Y/s72-c/Trees+alive+book+cover.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-8364850039206279816</id><published>2008-03-05T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:50:28.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories of our dreams imagination strange creative Dean Bradford'/><title type='text'>Stories of our dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R86JhrPn3mI/AAAAAAAAATw/3WuPL6_Nmuw/s1600-h/spots+fields+in+the+sky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174224233532218978" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R86JhrPn3mI/AAAAAAAAATw/3WuPL6_Nmuw/s320/spots+fields+in+the+sky.JPG" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have made an effort to make the Index below! so you can go direct to the story and enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sorry i have not Posted Tree's alive on here yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have it written and ready to post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But 1st i need to know i have enough people reading my blogger 1st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the new story is so good! i don't want to get it lost in old post's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So help me get my stories seen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i will return the thanks with even more great stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Dean Bradford (The creative writer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While you are here! why don't you look at my View Profile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And check out my other amazing Blogger from the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure i have have a lot of interesting subjects and pictures and Videos to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-8364850039206279816?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8364850039206279816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=8364850039206279816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/8364850039206279816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/8364850039206279816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/stories-of-our-dreams.html' title='Stories of our dreams'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R86JhrPn3mI/AAAAAAAAATw/3WuPL6_Nmuw/s72-c/spots+fields+in+the+sky.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-8640246766298264920</id><published>2008-02-29T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:51:21.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skegness little holiday where to eat in skegness'/><title type='text'>Little Skeggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172394589176625586" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R8gJeW4GebI/AAAAAAAAASo/-ICb0zdtDOs/s400/little+skeggy+banner.bmp" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt; Checkout my new blogger news site. Honest true news with facts to follow.&lt;br /&gt;News told from a popular part of England.&lt;br /&gt;Skegness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;click&lt;a href="http://skegnews.blogspot.com/"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;to visit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-8640246766298264920?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8640246766298264920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=8640246766298264920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/8640246766298264920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/8640246766298264920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-skeggy.html' title='Little Skeggy'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R8gJeW4GebI/AAAAAAAAASo/-ICb0zdtDOs/s72-c/little+skeggy+banner.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-8033241030808123684</id><published>2008-02-27T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:53:07.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dean Bradford Short story index made easy dreams creative free stories to read to your children bedtime'/><title type='text'>My Story Index Made easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #ffff66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Creative stories:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/robin-and-magpie-this-story-is-about.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Robin and Magpie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;Very cute story about a young boy who's imagination runs away with him has he sits on a swing in a park by the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/aphrodite-of-water.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Aphrodite of the water:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;This story is inspired by Dreams and a wonderful place at the Lake District in England. 35% of this story are real events that were evolved to create this great fantasy journey in the imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/destiny-is-chocolate.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Destiny is Chocolate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;What if you get a box of chocolates that has its own powers? Read to find out what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/midnight-train.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Midnight Train:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;This story starts at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Weatherspoons&lt;/span&gt; pub and leads to a story with an amazing twist. The people in the story are based on real friends. All in all we have a story that goes from a real life lifestyle and then a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sci&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;twist&lt;/span&gt; is thrown in. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/viaduct-past-and-future.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Viaduct: Past and Future:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;A&lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt; young boy larking about in a Viaduct tunnel reaches out into the past! a great story! and a must for my readers! a story that brings you right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/coins-of-destiny.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Coins of Destiny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;This story is a funny one and a Magical one too. A boy finds a way to get to play the Arcade game he always wanted to play! But he had to travel 20 years into the future using 2 magic coins and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Afterburner&lt;/span&gt; games machine. Check it out retro fans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff66;"&gt;True stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/deans-intresting-life-from-zero.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Deans Life from Zero:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;Story based on my true life growing up! and starts through the eyes of the baby! Very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; concept! Check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreaming-same-dream-years-ago-just.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Dream same Dream Story true:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;Here is the true story of the time i Had a Dream and met a person in this Dream in real life just weeks later! Who i never knew before in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff66;"&gt;Dream Stories:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/waking-in-my-sleep.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Waking in my sleep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;My description on how i like to wake up in my Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-i-went-to-sleep-yesterday-morning.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Dreaming of other life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;I sometimes dream of other creatures. Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-same-dream-lady-in-house-by.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Dream same Dream 2: (Spoken)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;This is my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; meeting with somebody in my Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poems:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/neutral-world-poem.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Neutral world Poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/shadowed-world.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Shadowed world Poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/waking-nature-poem.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Waking Nature poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-lucid-dreams-you-can-glide-through.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Lucid Dreams Poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-8033241030808123684?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8033241030808123684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=8033241030808123684' title='0 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align="center"&gt;Until then please check out my other creative short stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just check the arcives and you will see some other amazing stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here is a few words from a poem i wrote based on this story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tree's Al!ve Tree's are slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But in a Time where we don't know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-1133724241192229416?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R5bzOkJgzaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Z3raX2HLMeM/s72-c/tREE%27S+ALIVE+PART+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-301497738322396445</id><published>2008-01-19T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:14:06.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spontaneous synchronized randomness</title><content type='html'>What does spontaneous synchronized randomness mean you are asking yourself!&lt;br /&gt;Well its a Very very rare Moment where 2 people Dream the same Dream.&lt;br /&gt;It took me almost half my life since i had my 1st experience.&lt;br /&gt;I have had 2 experiences so far. The 1st one i met a person  in real life from a dream weeks later and i was shocked about this for years. Here Read &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreaming-same-dream-years-ago-just.html"&gt;Dream same Dream&lt;/a&gt; now before i post the 2nd experience to this blogger&lt;br /&gt;and please place you comments under this post thankyou and Good Will Blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-301497738322396445?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/301497738322396445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=301497738322396445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/301497738322396445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/301497738322396445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/spontaneous-synchronized-randomness.html' title='spontaneous synchronized randomness'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-395138670090684447</id><published>2008-01-17T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:28:00.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking in My Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R4_v-ZYRHoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jSze01Z6bKc/s1600-h/Lucid+jumping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156603953606106754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R4_v-ZYRHoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jSze01Z6bKc/s400/Lucid+jumping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Favorite way to Enter a Lucid Dream is explained in this Picture that i have made for you as my Example.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Black and white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;represents&lt;/span&gt; Normal dreaming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Color represents Waking in your sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When i see a Building tall and old in my dream its my trigger as a Reminder about waking in my sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I make my way to the top of this tall Building and stand on top looking down at the gloomy twisted dream world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know this is a Dream and have 100% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;confident's&lt;/span&gt; that if i jump off i will not hit the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i jump off the edge and can feel the falling effect inside!  And just as i get close to the ground i swoop up and pull a Loop of Confidence and then my dream turns into a Lucid Flight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now its sunny and detail is so perfect and clarity so acute and light &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;glistens&lt;/span&gt; off the water and i even love it when i am flying over trees and each leaf and branch full of color and perfectness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks amazing when i look at my feet flowing over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meadow's&lt;/span&gt; and rivers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But to start with its important you over come all fear in your dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then i can help you all have dreams like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-395138670090684447?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/395138670090684447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=395138670090684447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/395138670090684447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/395138670090684447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/waking-in-my-sleep.html' title='Waking in My Sleep'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R4_v-ZYRHoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jSze01Z6bKc/s72-c/Lucid+jumping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-3636330890807835975</id><published>2008-01-16T13:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T06:49:27.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking nature (poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R49q0JYRHjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RkkNOIZ14hc/s1600-h/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156457542465953330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R49q0JYRHjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RkkNOIZ14hc/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivers that slivers along straights and rounds.&lt;br /&gt;Swirling the rocks and ambient sounds .&lt;br /&gt;Swirling the rock and reeds that sway.&lt;br /&gt;Through the night until the growing day.&lt;br /&gt;Before the sun goes high in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;The hazy mist flows mystically by.&lt;br /&gt;Projected light beams streak through the trees .&lt;br /&gt;A essence of lavender is blown through a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Combined with the fresh of the morning due.&lt;br /&gt;And the rising sun to a morning of the new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-3636330890807835975?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3636330890807835975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=3636330890807835975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/3636330890807835975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/3636330890807835975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/waking-nature-poem.html' title='Waking nature (poem)'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R49q0JYRHjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RkkNOIZ14hc/s72-c/DSCF0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-2243093429951194107</id><published>2008-01-16T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:22:32.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadowed world (Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R45tOJYRHeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SZ_RVuJzVL8/s1600-h/Image132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156178713189096930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R45tOJYRHeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SZ_RVuJzVL8/s320/Image132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living in a shadowed world.&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in a wall of light.&lt;br /&gt;Imitation by hands.&lt;br /&gt;Imitated by shadowed sight.&lt;br /&gt;A shadowed man and his shadowed dog walk this shadowed land.&lt;br /&gt;Their legs are long and stretched over the sharp yellow sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meaning the sun is about to set itself into the cool deep ocean. Where the whole world thrives on the cool deeps motion.&lt;br /&gt;Shadowed sand hills and puddles in a pot.&lt;br /&gt;The winds blow sands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R45t45YRHfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/q4DjrHccWZ8/s1600-h/File0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156179447628504562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R45t45YRHfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/q4DjrHccWZ8/s320/File0211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;that were cooling from hot.&lt;br /&gt;The long dark shadows stretch over the sands.&lt;br /&gt;Joining up shadows to other great Lands.&lt;br /&gt;Now Its our turn to join the shadowed world&lt;br /&gt;in this shadowed land.&lt;br /&gt;We close our eyes to turn off this world that we know.&lt;br /&gt;To wake in our dreams where anything can go. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R450GZYRHhI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_4yZ9CLOlE4/s1600-h/Dolphin+friendly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156186276626505234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R450GZYRHhI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_4yZ9CLOlE4/s320/Dolphin+friendly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have adventure in our mind.&lt;br /&gt;Of creatures and places of all kind.&lt;br /&gt;Looking, focusing on my hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Clarity comes clear now.&lt;br /&gt;I’m awake in my dream now.&lt;br /&gt;The world i’m in as a trickling stream.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I do know!&lt;br /&gt;Is this is a Lucid Dream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-2243093429951194107?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2243093429951194107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=2243093429951194107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/2243093429951194107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/2243093429951194107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/shadowed-world.html' title='Shadowed world (Poem)'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R45tOJYRHeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SZ_RVuJzVL8/s72-c/Image132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-8251564406821867027</id><published>2008-01-15T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:57:57.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neutral World (Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R42VMpYRHcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Kz_v6aEiVZ8/s1600-h/Image216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155941192907693506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R42VMpYRHcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Kz_v6aEiVZ8/s320/Image216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I sit in a room without a light.&lt;br /&gt;The sun sets into the mellowed night.&lt;br /&gt;Neutral colours surround me.&lt;br /&gt;Neutral colours astound me.&lt;br /&gt;As i look into the pale blue trees.&lt;br /&gt;The air is a sent of a old oak breeze .&lt;br /&gt;I rest my head by the window sill.&lt;br /&gt;The light cool wind gives my fringe a frill.&lt;br /&gt;The whole worlds time comes to a stop.&lt;br /&gt;The moment is Focused to this time right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Clarity surrounds me.&lt;br /&gt;Clarity astounds me.&lt;br /&gt;As the world begins to reset its self. &lt;br /&gt;To give birth to a brand-new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the world turns to dark.&lt;br /&gt;The Cats knock the bins ,and the dogs will bark.&lt;br /&gt;As the world shuts thy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Peace over whelms and the fox cub cries.&lt;br /&gt;As I set my head down to thy bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-8251564406821867027?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8251564406821867027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=8251564406821867027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/8251564406821867027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/8251564406821867027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/neutral-world-poem.html' title='Neutral World (Poem)'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R42VMpYRHcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Kz_v6aEiVZ8/s72-c/Image216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-6485390393517566393</id><published>2008-01-13T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T11:08:12.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of other Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R4phUJYRHVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/z0s5F2NT6N4/s1600-h/picture+Lizard.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155039722221935954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R4phUJYRHVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/z0s5F2NT6N4/s320/picture+Lizard.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I went to sleep yesterday morning my friend called to log on computer.&lt;br /&gt;My computer ended up doing a important Virus scan and I needed a bit more sleep to get right again.&lt;br /&gt;I had an amazing Dream I dreamed I saw lots of wildlife that don’t exist.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a new kind of reptile about as big as a flat rugby ball.&lt;br /&gt;It had shiny Clammy skin and it had the ability to change color far beyond what I have ever seen from chameleons.&lt;br /&gt;The lizard scales were so tiny and seemed to create pictures of flowers and butterflies over its body! and it could mimic surrounding things perfect like having a HD TV all over its body.&lt;br /&gt;I also saw other kinds of reptiles that looked slithery and different colors and textures.&lt;br /&gt;They seemed to have amazing ways to adapt the world as if they were a new level of Advanced Creatures.&lt;br /&gt;The lizard that looked Dark purple Splodge caught my eye with interest.&lt;br /&gt;Also I found I had a fishing rod in my hands and tossed it towards the pond and missed that pond and it went into another pond beyond that one!&lt;br /&gt;I got a bite and could see into the clear water and saw the fish wobbling its body.&lt;br /&gt;I reeled the fish in from the water!&lt;br /&gt;I noticed it wasn’t a fish anymore, it was some kind of river rodent.&lt;br /&gt;It looked up in to my eyes ! it seemed paused!&lt;br /&gt;But the eyes still looked into mine! The teeth seemed to stick out its mouth and they seemed to go up to nose and chin.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the strangeness took the rodent and placed it back onto the river bank.&lt;br /&gt;The pond turned into a river! As things seem to blend and change in dreams.&lt;br /&gt;The Rodent seemed to stop being paused state and started walking along the bank.&lt;br /&gt;Then when it went into the water it was a Fish again!&lt;br /&gt;.The best thing was! This was a vivid dream.&lt;br /&gt;Color was perfect but I felt like I was focusing on a normal dream and that I was awake in it.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going for a full Lucid Dream! I just enjoyed focusing on Randomness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-6485390393517566393?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6485390393517566393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=6485390393517566393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/6485390393517566393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/6485390393517566393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-i-went-to-sleep-yesterday-morning.html' title='Dreaming of other Life'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R4phUJYRHVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/z0s5F2NT6N4/s72-c/picture+Lizard.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-8131206348959305538</id><published>2008-01-03T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:15:07.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny is Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R30H_pYRGjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0WEo49YpJD0/s1600-h/CREATIVE+FANTASY+STORY.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today is December and the weather is heavy cold icy rain.&lt;br /&gt;And for this one man, life was about to show him how to get to know his true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;His Name is Wayne, he has left everything to the last moment as usual&lt;br /&gt;He decided that he would surprise his girl friend as she gets off the train.&lt;br /&gt;So as he goes to the main street shops they all start closing the shutters.&lt;br /&gt;As the woman of the flower shop was bringing down the shutters with a Stick.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne asks please please may I buy some flowers?&lt;br /&gt;The woman said sorry we’re Closed now.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne then pointed at the Opening and closing times by the shutters. And said you have still got 5 minutes left before you close.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me buy some flowers or I shall report you.&lt;br /&gt;The woman of the shop then left the shutter half pulled down and ducked under and Grabbed a bunch of red Tulips and said here don’t report this.. Please take these (she was worried then)&lt;br /&gt;Wayne then hands her a £10 note as she waves her palms left and right and said no don’t worry its fine.&lt;br /&gt;As he only had a short time to wait till his girl friend arrives he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t want to hang about so he just said Thank you very much and I hope you have a Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;She was just finishing pulling down the shutter when she turned and gave what looked like a fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;As Wayne made is way to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;There stood a festive stall full of wonderful gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne is drawn towards the stall only by the wonderful colors.&lt;br /&gt;As he browses the items the Lady behind the stall asks I know what you need.&lt;br /&gt;She goes behind the Stalls Curtain and pulls out a Large Box.&lt;br /&gt;Printed on the Box was: Destiny is Chocolate and the main color of the box was Gold and purple&lt;br /&gt;(like a two tone texture you see on cars).&lt;br /&gt;There was also a Huge Red Metallic Ribbon Binding the Box.&lt;br /&gt;As the lady hands over the box she say’s this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t an ordinary box of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;This box will guide you where your heart is meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne then pictured his girlfriend in his mind smiling at him when she see’s him hand over the chocolates and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;How much is that? The lady said £45.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne was still thinking about his surprise and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn'&lt;/span&gt;t argue about the price and just paid and said Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no the train has already Arrived! it’s a bit early.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne looks up and down platform as water starts splash out on to the platform floor before him.&lt;br /&gt;Narrowly missing it but then when he looks around the side of the water pouring down he notices his girlfriend walking towards the wall.&lt;br /&gt;But then he notices a man walk away from the wall and they both start kissing and hugging.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne was silent and just paused a moment.&lt;br /&gt;He was so upset that he walked under the water pour and let the water splash over him.&lt;br /&gt;Has he tried to focus is mind, he realized how cold it really was.&lt;br /&gt;He looked towards the waiting room that was looking quite empty, just like his heart felt at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;He placed the chocolates on the table and with the flowers and clicked the switch on the wall for the heater.&lt;br /&gt;As he sits there feeling sorry for himself looking towards the heavy rain beating down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R30Ig5YRGkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cGuBG4352MU/s1600-h/chocs.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151282910033156674" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R30Ig5YRGkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cGuBG4352MU/s200/chocs.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decides to open the chocolates and indulge himself to maybe help him not feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;As Wayne always loved chocolate when it was raining outside as this seemed to be his only way to reach his own comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;So Wayne pulls away the nice ribbon and lifts off the lid and see’s an amazing collection of Gold foil wrapped chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;He then starts eating them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; peeling the foil and cracking into the chocolate into a soft fondant center.&lt;br /&gt;They were so addictive too. After one followed another and so on!&lt;br /&gt;Strangely they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t seem filling at all.&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t seem to feel like it was reaching the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Only could feel the texture in the mouth until it seemed to evaporate as it went down the throat.&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t wrong about these are not being like other box’s of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;After about 10 minutes Wayne had just eaten the whole tray.&lt;br /&gt;He still felt like eating whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;So lifts up the tray and notices another tray of chocolates and he is relieved to know this.&lt;br /&gt;So he got started on the next layer and then the next layer and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Two Hours later Wayne has got through seven layers of chocolates and then stops to think.&lt;br /&gt;This box is only about an inch thick! And yet I have eaten seven trays full.&lt;br /&gt;As he looks inside the box and notices that its deeper inside than it is out side.&lt;br /&gt;When he looks from the side with his head tilted sideways he puts his hand in to the box.&lt;br /&gt;Until he could feel the next try.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne was amazed to find that his arm went nowhere and this fascinated him now.&lt;br /&gt;So Wayne started getting more trays out the box and piling them up all over the waiting room.&lt;br /&gt;The box size was so wide he could crawl in.&lt;br /&gt;Also the Gravity in the box was different than what he’d expect.&lt;br /&gt;When he crawled into the box he would not fall! it was like he was crawling on the floor but downwards.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne got a rhythm of flow going getting out yet more and more trays.&lt;br /&gt;By now the waiting room had about 150 trays of chocolates stacked up all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;Then he started to get tired and just laid there in this cardboard Tunnel thinking what he was doing was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Has he lays there in the dark he can hear a shuffling sound coming from the other side of the wall of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;He is now feeling a bit tense now as he lifts his head to face the trays.&lt;br /&gt;And then a light seemed to shine around and through the tray.&lt;br /&gt;It got brighter and brighter then suddenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The tray seemed to fall inwards then a bright light shined directly into Wayne’s face.&lt;br /&gt;Then when the light was lowered.&lt;br /&gt;There was a back light casting the woman’s shape towards him.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne ask hello what brings you here?&lt;br /&gt;She then replies wow you can speak English and you look just like us.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne said you speak just like people where I live.&lt;br /&gt;She said: I had the box was given to me from my Ex Boyfriend who only bought these as away of saying he is seeing somebody else and he is leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne told her that he bought the chocolates for his girlfriend who ended up seeing somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;So in a way we both have that in common.&lt;br /&gt;So what is your name? Sandra and what’s yours?&lt;br /&gt;My name is Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet you Wayne fancy coming around to my place for a drink?&lt;br /&gt;Wayne looked back on himself and noticed a long tunnel behind him and said oh yes sure we go your place.&lt;br /&gt;So Wayne crawls forward as she crawled backwards.&lt;br /&gt;Until they came out into a pink filled room of hearts and stuffed toys and posters on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;And playboy symbols about the place.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne said can I just look out your window? Sure go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;As he looked out the window he notices that he is in the same town and that Sandra’s chocolates must have came from same Lady at the stall.&lt;br /&gt;And yes the Lady was right when she said:&lt;br /&gt;This box will guide you where your heart is meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting on well with Sandra and i’m Happy and I feel this time it its right.&lt;br /&gt;They lived happy ever after.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the box’s you are thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Wayne went and fetched his box from the waiting room and found an extra good use for the box.&lt;br /&gt;He sent his box to his friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nie&lt;/span&gt;, his great old pal in China .&lt;br /&gt;Now Wayne and Sandra can both have Fresh Chinese food direct.&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt; is that?&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-8131206348959305538?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8131206348959305538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=8131206348959305538' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/8131206348959305538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/8131206348959305538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/destiny-is-chocolate.html' title='Destiny is Chocolate'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R30Ig5YRGkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cGuBG4352MU/s72-c/chocs.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-2843896834796543606</id><published>2007-12-21T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:55:42.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Lucid Dreams you can Glide through the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2wZr5YRGiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/q71uP2We-3A/s1600-h/Image161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146516716105308706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2wZr5YRGiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/q71uP2We-3A/s320/Image161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Lucid dreams you can glide through the sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Lucid dreams you can fly fly fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarity is clear as there is no fear, in this alternate world there is beauty comfort and love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is in real time.   Everything is great I feel fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel great, fine and contempt in this paradoxical universe of surreal wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can taste the air, so pure so clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a wonder for adventure to where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is to come is this the land of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly over flowers, land and tree’s, I float down slowly and feel a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fields of flowers sharp and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why I wonder am I here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are fresh, flowers are clean. What I wonder do they mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the urge to want to stay, but I have to come back another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake to family and friends, and get through life’s mends and bends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Lucid dreams you can glide through the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lucid dreams you can fly fly fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I leave this world I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I could fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-2843896834796543606?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2843896834796543606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=2843896834796543606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/2843896834796543606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/2843896834796543606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-lucid-dreams-you-can-glide-through.html' title='In Lucid Dreams you can Glide through the sky'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2wZr5YRGiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/q71uP2We-3A/s72-c/Image161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-6068948380977605559</id><published>2007-12-21T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:42:56.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wise words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2wXNZYRGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/m31ddLRR-dk/s1600-h/WISEWORDS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146513993096043026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2wXNZYRGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/m31ddLRR-dk/s200/WISEWORDS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t use forceful thinking to write a poem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Write the words as they come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take the words from deep inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take the words from feelings &amp;amp; truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And maybe you could use the inspiration of your creative mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To make your words. . . . . . ART&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-6068948380977605559?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6068948380977605559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=6068948380977605559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/6068948380977605559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/6068948380977605559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/wise-words.html' title='wise words'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2wXNZYRGhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/m31ddLRR-dk/s72-c/WISEWORDS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-1381127907496744464</id><published>2007-12-21T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:32:20.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2wUiJYRGgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ca5Pa3xwIM4/s1600-h/contract.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146511051043445250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="89" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2wUiJYRGgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ca5Pa3xwIM4/s200/contract.bmp" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life is a contract bound by flesh and bone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Only when you die the contract of life is broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-1381127907496744464?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1381127907496744464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=1381127907496744464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1381127907496744464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1381127907496744464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-is-contract-bound-by-flesh-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2wUiJYRGgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ca5Pa3xwIM4/s72-c/contract.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-1663569575099154857</id><published>2007-12-21T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:22:13.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waitning on Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2wSB5YRGfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/26ngBRm_8LY/s1600-h/dancing_.gif_.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146508297969408498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2wSB5YRGfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/26ngBRm_8LY/s200/dancing_.gif_.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see you there waiting at the bottom of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;You waiting patiently wondering is there a man out There.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the man to take your hand. And take you to a the promised Land.&lt;br /&gt;With this energy from his heart.&lt;br /&gt;Love and trust binding.&lt;br /&gt;Love that shall never part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-1663569575099154857?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1663569575099154857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=1663569575099154857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1663569575099154857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1663569575099154857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/waitning-on-love.html' title='Waitning on Love'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2wSB5YRGfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/26ngBRm_8LY/s72-c/dancing_.gif_.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-9164514611730444965</id><published>2007-12-19T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T17:47:44.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend ever was a dog called Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2nJnZYRGdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bBzX2wKfa2E/s1600-h/100%25+true.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145865727912253906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2nJnZYRGdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bBzX2wKfa2E/s200/100%25+true.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2nDn5YRGbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HXEY9ZXTRGI/s1600-h/keely.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145859139432421810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2nDn5YRGbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HXEY9ZXTRGI/s320/keely.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Bestest Friend ever was a dog called Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its all in my head!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;But when my Kelly got very ill. She grew a big sis on the lower part of her body! This prevented her from being able to walkon back legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I was a kid I remember our family deluxe dog was put down as they assured us their were nothing the vets could do at all too help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thinking back to that moment.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that when Kelly goes to the vet that I would never see her alive again.&lt;br /&gt;I let her lay by my side and i treated this a my last moment I will ever know Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;Then I did something I knew seemed silly at the time but I did it anyway.I put my hands over the sis and hoped and hoped it away. In my mind I visualized the sis being repaired.&lt;br /&gt;Being creative helped me understand a way that I could repair her if I could.&lt;br /&gt;I felt a warm feeling between my hands and her sis. I used thoughts of love and Concentration.. After many hours crying I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I felt a lump of sadness in my throat when I awoken.&lt;br /&gt;My pillow was Drenched in tears. And the next morning I noticed Kelly could walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day she could run. A few days later the sis had totally gone.&lt;br /&gt;And there was no sign or mark of there ever being a sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don’t have to believe me at all.&lt;br /&gt;But I had my dog recover from a condition known as un curable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got these extra bonus years from her.&lt;br /&gt;That’s all that mattersI’m not trying to claim I healed my Dog.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it looks that way.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I want other people to know they may have a chance like me also.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we all can heal our pets.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned something very important about this.&lt;br /&gt;When our Dog gets older and lives pass his/her old age.&lt;br /&gt;Healing will be more difficult because you have to understand complications that old age brings.&lt;br /&gt;Healing a sis was easier because it was seeable.&lt;br /&gt;But when the body don’t take food any more and starts failing.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2nHLpYRGcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ItAga_pWdag/s1600-h/kelly+looks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145863052147628482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2nHLpYRGcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ItAga_pWdag/s320/kelly+looks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s too hard to heal because its complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I cant bee greedy! i have the extra years i could have not had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years later Kelly died of old age. I knew that this time around I had to let her go! I never tried to heal her this time. Because Its hard too cure something you don’t understand. The sis was easy to pinpoint. But in age there is to many complications at the same time. Anyway that’s&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting emotional as I write this for my Blogger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Kelly is looking at me here without looking direct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;This is the common way a Yorkshire Terrier &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;looks when Over happy or shy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any true dog owner will know what i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-9164514611730444965?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9164514611730444965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=9164514611730444965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/9164514611730444965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/9164514611730444965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-best-friend-ever-was-dog.html' title='My best friend ever was a dog called Kelly'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2nJnZYRGdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bBzX2wKfa2E/s72-c/100%25+true.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-5930735623878321785</id><published>2007-12-17T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T17:50:11.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coins of Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2nKP5YRGeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/My0O8AA6uJ0/s1600-h/CREATIVE+FANTASY+STORY.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145866423696955874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2nKP5YRGeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/My0O8AA6uJ0/s200/CREATIVE+FANTASY+STORY.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cVe5YRGVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BsfCBtYheWg/s1600-h/1987.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145104719836944722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cVe5YRGVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BsfCBtYheWg/s320/1987.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael is on holiday with his family.&lt;br /&gt;The year is 1987 and we are staying in a caravan in Ingoldmels . &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cVCJYRGUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2W82WVmOOLA/s1600-h/forwad+coin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145104225915705666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" height="70" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cVCJYRGUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2W82WVmOOLA/s200/forwad+coin.bmp" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather seemed so fine and perfect that it just seemed to good to be true.The week before we was going to go on holiday Michaels stomach churned and made him feel sick with excitement .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Michael is in the penny Arcade with a pounds worth of 2ps sagging down in his little pockets and also he has three 10 pence’s in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;He has been holding the coins in his palm for about 30 minutes now and they must be getting hot and sweaty while he stands next to the Pac Land Arcade game. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145103470001461554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="83" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cUWJYRGTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vJmQF-MrgBc/s200/past+coin.bmp" width="98" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older lads are playing it all the time and he does not seem to be able to find Pac Land vacant at all.&lt;br /&gt;He used to go and watch people on the Starwars Arcade game but changed his interest when the music from Pac Land attracted his attention.&lt;br /&gt;As he stood there he looked towards the After Burner Arcade game (The one with the moving seat). &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cSRJYRGPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NYBzE1ywwLA/s1600-h/afterbrurner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145101185078860018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cSRJYRGPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NYBzE1ywwLA/s200/afterbrurner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he notices the man wearing really cool clothes standing by looking towards him.&lt;br /&gt;The man looked like he was from some Sci-Fi convention or something.&lt;br /&gt;Then he holds up 2 shiny coins and then with his hands he make&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cTGJYRGQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_WwTzSFi4io/s1600-h/2p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145102095611926786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cTGJYRGQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_WwTzSFi4io/s200/2p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s a suggestion that seemed as he was beckoning Him to come an try.&lt;br /&gt;So Michael then went over to the strange man to see what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;He says to Michael: Hey kid you look bored and fed up.&lt;br /&gt;Michael said I want to have action packed fun and don’t seem to be able to get it with just three 10ps and a bag of twos.&lt;br /&gt;Michael asks what is your name?&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I cant tell you that! But I can do you a great deal. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cT75YRGSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MgWEsMEZ96U/s1600-h/D-G-Reg-F-D-10NewPence-1975-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145103019029895458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cT75YRGSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MgWEsMEZ96U/s200/D-G-Reg-F-D-10NewPence-1975-front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you these to single coins for you bag of 2ps.&lt;br /&gt;Michaels eyes opened wider and then squinted because of the light reflecting off the coins.&lt;br /&gt;Oh these are not just any coins! They are ever lasting Time travel Coins.&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is when you place them into a machine like Afterburner the coins Nano atomic partial generator Causes a controlled power serge.&lt;br /&gt;Then the person on a seat of machine will vibrate into atomic particles, then re assembles them in the coordinates that the coin is programmed.&lt;br /&gt;The coins I will trade with your 2p’s only move in 10 year cycles.&lt;br /&gt;We did experiment with 1 year and 2 years coins.&lt;br /&gt;But that made jumping more dangerous because of the amount of jumps it can take to get back to you time again.&lt;br /&gt;To many jumps in 1 hour can really effect us and can also give us radiation sickness if used that often.&lt;br /&gt;So I recommend you never jump over 4 times In 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;The less jump the better. Its safe if you stick to these rules.&lt;br /&gt;The coin automatically seeks out gaps that don’t have anybody playing or looking at the machine so you can arrive comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;Michael takes the heavy bag of 2p’s out of his pockets and hands them over.&lt;br /&gt;And then the 2 coins are placed into Michaels hands.&lt;br /&gt;The man then gets onto the game and places one of his other coins in.&lt;br /&gt;And Michael is overwhelmed with excitement when he sees the man fizzle out.&lt;br /&gt;As Michael stands there looking at the shinny coins his younger brother David comes over after spending all his 2ps and is now bored.&lt;br /&gt;He says are you going on After Burner?&lt;br /&gt;He says yes I am! here David watch this!&lt;br /&gt;Michael pushes in the forward 10 year coin and looks at his brother as he hit’s the Start Button.&lt;br /&gt;Michael can see David fizzle away from his point of view.&lt;br /&gt;Also he feels very warm because of the intense vibrations of the seat. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cYA5YRGZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IpwqPYW7iMo/s1600-h/arcade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145107502975752594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cYA5YRGZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IpwqPYW7iMo/s200/arcade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after he reaches is destination he thinks to himself that was fun then he collects the coin back out of the Reject and drops in for another go.&lt;br /&gt;Then he fizzles away ones again.&lt;br /&gt;But this time he enters the arcade In 2007.&lt;br /&gt;He finds himself in a Dusty storage room sitting on the dusty seat.&lt;br /&gt;The machine wasn’t even turned on or plugged in.&lt;br /&gt;The air is choky and this makes Michael couth and then he gets up and then walks up to a wooden door with a code press panel on other side.&lt;br /&gt;But when Michael leaves the store room he thinks ahead and turns on the snatch from the inside of the door thinking about is return trip later.&lt;br /&gt;As Michael walks onto the shop floor he is totally blown away by immense graphic’s on these &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cW4JYRGXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y5XtI0M6g7A/s1600-h/pac+land+heaven.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145106253140269426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="105" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cW4JYRGXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y5XtI0M6g7A/s200/pac+land+heaven.JPG" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;games.&lt;br /&gt;Its like seeing something before a mind is ready to know.&lt;br /&gt;He Notices that games have more controls and look a lot more frighteningly real compared to what he was used to.&lt;br /&gt;Then Michael is drawn to the retro lounge where he sees Pac Land all by its self and ready to play.&lt;br /&gt;He could almost imagine a heavenly light beaming down from an heavenly cloud like in sword in the stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he walks happily towards the game and then he takes out his three 10 pence’s and places 2 against the screen ready and goes to put in the other 10 pence smiling with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;Then he is struggling to poke in his 10p, It wont fit! Why will it not fit he thinks to himself.&lt;br /&gt;He walks over to the penny falls and looks through the glass at the 10 pence’s!&lt;br /&gt;They look the same but they are smaller. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cTWZYRGRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yaMYfuijJes/s1600-h/10p.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145102374784801042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cTWZYRGRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yaMYfuijJes/s200/10p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has he looks inside glass screen a woman drives by towards the change booth on a electric scooter!&lt;br /&gt;She drops a £10 note and out her fingers caused by the breeze she created from speeding.&lt;br /&gt;Then as she backs up to collect her note! She hit’s the 10p penny fall machine with back bumper.&lt;br /&gt;And Michael saw a shiny small 10p fall into the metal pocket.&lt;br /&gt;He now smiles has he is one step closer to getting to play Pac Land as he has now got the correct size 10p.&lt;br /&gt;As he walks towards the retro lounge he notice a 30p slot was short of a 10p for a whole credit.&lt;br /&gt;He thought to Himself that he could do with more 10ps for Pac Land incase I need he needs to continue.&lt;br /&gt;So he drops his 10p into a Elvis slot machine and hoped.&lt;br /&gt;Then he hit auto play and he got 3 green single bars and that won him £3 instantly.&lt;br /&gt;He could have gambled more but he knows he has got what he needs to play Pac land.&lt;br /&gt;Michael then goes to change booth and asks to change the £3 into thirty 10 pence’s.&lt;br /&gt;The woman behind the coin dispenser said you look very retro young boy! As she presses the coin dispenser lever 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;And Michael looked at her and gave a confused fake smile has he scooped out the 10s from the Pocket.&lt;br /&gt;Because he didn’t know what retro means.&lt;br /&gt;Now at last he walks towards Pac Land once again! But this time he’s ready to play because he is ready to pay!&lt;br /&gt;Then he pulls up a stool to sit on and relaxes a moment and then says to himself here goes. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cXdpYRGYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mwNEWkn-F94/s1600-h/game+play.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145106897385363842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="128" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2cXdpYRGYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mwNEWkn-F94/s200/game+play.png" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lines up his 10pences and gets started strait away.&lt;br /&gt;The screen starts with the words Act 1.&lt;br /&gt;Michael plays to his hearts desire and soon he reaches as far as the game could go and he only used 3 credits.&lt;br /&gt;He had picked up his skills from watching the older boys play and taking in what he saw.&lt;br /&gt;Has Michael walks over the shop floor he is thinking about going back to 1987 but before that he thought he should try his luck on the 10pence penny falls.&lt;br /&gt;So he digs his hands in the saggy pocket of change and takes out about six 10 pence’s and he drops 1 then 2&lt;br /&gt;Then another and nothing fell! Well they did but they fell down the side pockets.&lt;br /&gt;When he dropped in the sixth coin and watched it bouncing on the Pins he noticed it was his coin that was for taking him back to his time.&lt;br /&gt;But the coin landed in a feature coin slot and the Color TV screen behind the penny fall showed like a puzzle game and that was going crazy maybe because of the electricity in the coin.&lt;br /&gt;When the coin reached the moving platforms it tries to repel itself away from normal coins and in doing so it pushes almost the entire coin contents into the metal pocket. Along with itself hidden amongst 100s of 10pences.&lt;br /&gt;The woman at the change booth heard the noise and Michael looks toward the booth and can see her on the way after closing her booth door fast.&lt;br /&gt;When she come around the corner she says what has happened here! She is thinking that the Penny alls has be fiddled or something.&lt;br /&gt;She says Stop that right now! But Michael is focused on finding his coin.&lt;br /&gt;Then he find his coin laying flat at the bottom of the huge pile he grabs the coin and he says i got what I want.&lt;br /&gt;The woman is onto security with her radio! She’s telling them to come and sort a person who has been tampering with the machine and she tells Michael to wait right there! She is busy also picking up the coins.&lt;br /&gt;So Michael can see this is a chance for him to get back.&lt;br /&gt;Michael runs to the store room door while the change booth lady watch’s on.&lt;br /&gt;He then goes to the After Burner and looks for the plug and the plug socket.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst he looks he can hear the woman and the security guards.&lt;br /&gt;He finds a plug socket and turns it on.&lt;br /&gt;Then he quickly sits down on the seat of After Burner whilst it boots up.&lt;br /&gt;The staff have just come into the room and the security are just about to grab Michael by the arm when he just drops in the backwards coin and hits start.&lt;br /&gt;He fizzles away right before their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;When Michael reaches 1997 he collects the Coin and pushes it in again and goes back to 1987.&lt;br /&gt;And then has he Fizzles back he can see his brother David still looking.&lt;br /&gt;Michael gets off the game and David says are you not playing?&lt;br /&gt;Michael just says I have had plenty of action for today I’m ok.&lt;br /&gt;Then he gives glen some change for the game and he smiles at me as if i’m messing him about.&lt;br /&gt;He says that the 10 pence’s are too small and they just drop through to the reject.&lt;br /&gt;As David re tries the coins he puts the coin I left in the game back in. The one that goes backwards.&lt;br /&gt;And as he could see David Fizzle away. He did not return in the seat like I did.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh Michael thought to him self about his brother going with only one coin and that is backwards only.&lt;br /&gt;So he went to ask a engineer when this After Burner was installed.&lt;br /&gt;He said it was installed this morning!&lt;br /&gt;So he had a Think about what the guy said about the coin seeks out a safe location in time to allow person to arrive safely.&lt;br /&gt;So I am sure he has got to be here somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;This day has got to be the day .&lt;br /&gt;Then a rubber orange Sucker Dart sucks itself to my Fore head.&lt;br /&gt;David has been shopping by the looks of it!&lt;br /&gt;Michael says hey David where you get all that money?&lt;br /&gt;Well he said: When I realized I was a few hours back in time I remember a machine that paid out to somebody else so I decided to go on it 1st.&lt;br /&gt;And now I have £10 left! I have been having to wait till my other self has gone before I see you again.&lt;br /&gt;so I just went on the rides on the fair.&lt;br /&gt;Has David and Michael walked back to the Caravan park Michael says it took me 20 years to get ago on Pac Land.&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-5930735623878321785?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5930735623878321785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=5930735623878321785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/5930735623878321785'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>I am Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2bHzpYRGMI/AAAAAAAAADs/JBfHBi8oVcA/s1600-h/war+of+worlds+ride+on+train.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145019314412263618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2bHzpYRGMI/AAAAAAAAADs/JBfHBi8oVcA/s320/war+of+worlds+ride+on+train.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello every body i went to see &lt;a href="http://www.thewaroftheworlds.com/microsite/flash_content/index.htm"&gt;war of the worlds musical &lt;/a&gt;at the Nottingham Arena on the 15th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was great to see the music being played live as you cant fake real music like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats why i was unable to add a new story on this blogger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But dont despear as i have a story i wrote on Saturday on my way to Nottingham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-back.html' title='I am Back'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2bHzpYRGMI/AAAAAAAAADs/JBfHBi8oVcA/s72-c/war+of+worlds+ride+on+train.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-609298428485158566</id><published>2007-12-14T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:06:33.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a-CJYRGKI/AAAAAAAAADc/RqOyWYIJzRw/s1600-h/creative+fantasy+story+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145008568404088994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a-CJYRGKI/AAAAAAAAADc/RqOyWYIJzRw/s200/creative+fantasy+story+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144038708954077218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="229" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2NL85YRGCI/AAAAAAAAACc/1uON1mrV34U/s200/station.JPG" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hello is me Michael again.&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for John here in the &lt;a href="http://www.jdwetherspoon.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Weatherspoon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;pub as were going to have a drink as its my Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind having parties but not for getting older.&lt;br /&gt;New years parties are great unless we have had bad memories of the year just gone.&lt;br /&gt;But look at the bright side we can make a good plan for the future to make up for it,&lt;br /&gt;Here comes my good trusting mate john.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey what you been up to buddy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I was stuck in&lt;/span&gt; the dam queue at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;At least ya here now.. Take ya coat off what ya want a pint of?&lt;br /&gt;I will have….. A try of the guest beer!! That one there, &lt;a href="http://www.bateman.co.uk/Beers/btcharvest.htm"&gt;Combined harvest &lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; make that 2 bottles of that please,.&lt;br /&gt;We get our bottles and sit at our raised table on the tall dark wooden Stools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt; this Beers is might good stuff, I really love it.&lt;br /&gt;On the bottle it says it has 4 different grains in it. Wheat,barley, oats and rye.&lt;br /&gt;I’m loving this very much.&lt;br /&gt;As we sit having our drink a lady in Tight Black Leather costume walked up to a bunch of loud Drunken students. one of them said hey baby.&lt;br /&gt;She then turned around and said Hey Baby this this is your luck day.&lt;br /&gt;She hands him and his mates a Ticket…&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me and john but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;did no&lt;/span&gt;t hand us a ticket at all.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed some police coming in the front of the pub.&lt;br /&gt;When I turned around the woman had gone.&lt;br /&gt;And I saw 3 tickets Floating down to the floor that she must have accidentally dropped in a rush to get away.&lt;br /&gt;The police ask has anybody seen a woman in a Black leather skin tight outfit come by here?&lt;br /&gt;The students whispered to each other and decided to say no and they looked towards me and john as if to tell us to say the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;So we said sorry we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;did no&lt;/span&gt;t notice.&lt;br /&gt;The police had a dog with them that pulled them to the back yard to the Brick wall.&lt;br /&gt;The dog started looking up and Barking.&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;was no&lt;/span&gt;t just a leaflet! It was a Ticket to something really special.&lt;br /&gt;It Says in Big letters The Midnight Train.&lt;br /&gt;It was a Train Night Club or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;It says This is your v.I.p. Invitation to a new rage of fun.&lt;br /&gt;All the 4 students had a Ticket each and myself and John.&lt;br /&gt;We looked at each other with smiles…Oh yea!!!&lt;br /&gt;The Students say to us… See you both at the train.&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt we will not miss this for the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It says on ticket that the train arrives on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is Saturday 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and on the Ticket it says the Train will show up on Platform 3b at 12 Midnight sharp.&lt;br /&gt;It warns people not to show up until at least 5 minutes before and no earlier because of this exclusivity of this invitation.&lt;br /&gt;Right now is only 7:37pm and we only have a few hours to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Well john this has got to be the best Birthday Gift of all.&lt;br /&gt;You have been so good with setting this all up for me.. You are such a great mate.&lt;br /&gt;John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t say it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t him at 1st because he would have liked it to have been his planning.&lt;br /&gt;We had a few drinks in town and had a Kebab at the Kebab shop near the station.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth was burning as I went crazy with the chilly sauce! Maybe because I was served by a nice woman and when she asks how much chilly sauce I want.&lt;br /&gt;I just said give me plenty, keep going i’m not fussy .&lt;br /&gt;Then she gave me a grin as I paid and walked to the table by the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; I said to john.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth, My Mouth , My mouth is on fire,,, We don’t need no water let the flipping mouth burn.&lt;br /&gt;Then we just laughed silly.&lt;br /&gt;I started with the hiccups which always happens to me when I have chilly.&lt;br /&gt;So I ask the lady can I Hick! Can I Hick! Sorry I mean can I Hiccup a can of Dandelion and burdock hiccup.&lt;br /&gt;She had a difficult time understanding me but she could understand me pointing at the drink.&lt;br /&gt;I got my can and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pisssst&lt;/span&gt; its open and fizzes up and now I feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;John whispers in my shell like ear.&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to go on the Train with us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I take out the extra ticket.&lt;br /&gt;I show her where we are going tonight and she looks very surprised and said we close at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;But for this I would close right now.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to join you both on this great looking night out.&lt;br /&gt;She then goes round back and turns every thing off and she is at the door before us.&lt;br /&gt;Wow she is fast said john.&lt;br /&gt;She pops off the lights and said i’m ready.&lt;br /&gt;We only have 8 minutes till Train arrives according to the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;So we make our way there.&lt;br /&gt;As we walk onto platform 3b it seemed like nothing was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;It was dark and misty and chip papers blowing in the winds in a circle motion.&lt;br /&gt;We have 3 minutes till the Train is meant to be here.&lt;br /&gt;Are we on the right platform asks the girl from the kebab shop.&lt;br /&gt;I think so.. I forgot to ask you your name? Oh sorry my name is (she paused a moment before she answers)&lt;br /&gt;My name is Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;That’s nice name, my name is Michael and this is John were just out to celebrate my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Its 2 minutes until the time of the Train and I can hear running taps but cant see through the think fog.&lt;br /&gt;Then I see lots of People running towards this platform and I noticed the Student lads leading the run.&lt;br /&gt;And they all stood waiting in the cold looking at the station clock.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for that final click of the Hand.&lt;br /&gt;Then as they counted down from ten!&lt;br /&gt;Something started to happen.&lt;br /&gt;The fog got Thicker and there was a strange noise coming from the direction of the stations Viaduct tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;It sounded like electricity with a scraping sound.&lt;br /&gt;Then I could see Neon Blue strobe lighting as it got closer.&lt;br /&gt;The fog seemed to glow as it twisted at the sides of the train.&lt;br /&gt;The Train was tall and looked slightly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Gothic&lt;/span&gt; with a Alienist style. At first I thought it was black but then I noticed it reflected blue like the feathers of a Jay bird&lt;br /&gt;There was an amazing Beat playing with the grand slowing of the train as it comes to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;As the people watch, they all look mesmerized but really excited about what they see.&lt;br /&gt;I look at the clock and just when the hand ticked on to 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;The sides of the Train came away from the roof and lowered down over the platform.&lt;br /&gt;And yet more Strobe lights and Music would entice people to climb aboard.&lt;br /&gt;Me John and Brenda decided to talk amongst our selves.&lt;br /&gt;Should we go on this train or not?&lt;br /&gt;Well it is your birthday and we came for a good time.&lt;br /&gt;Yes but when we were in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;weatherspoon&lt;/span&gt;’s we saw police after that woman.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this train is Tax free and they want them for that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I never thought about it like that&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how much trouble that somebody has gone to for this train.&lt;br /&gt;There is even Robots with ticket scanners in the Belly, how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt; is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; before we get on this train lets decided right now to stay alert all the time, but have fun.&lt;br /&gt;As we walk to the trains side panel floor the Robot came and checked our tickets and then examined us with its scanner eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It was like it was taking a 3d photo of us.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got on the Train and the side wall Panel of train started to lift up.&lt;br /&gt;As the doors were closing I saw police with dogs running from the fog to our platform.&lt;br /&gt;Then we could not see them any more.&lt;br /&gt;The side panel closed fully and there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t any windows at all.&lt;br /&gt;But there was nice music playing! It was too perfect and easy to like.&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t resist the power of this beat and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t control the movements of our feet.&lt;br /&gt;Its like the music is a control method.&lt;br /&gt;The more you are drunk the more the music could control the people.&lt;br /&gt;Me and john were not as drunk as much as the other people on train.&lt;br /&gt;But we could feel it trying to take control of our arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t drunk at all.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that we are the odd ones out here and I also worked out the reason we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t get a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;The reason is because we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t drunk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; and the lady in leather was looking only for very drunk people.&lt;br /&gt;I told this to John and Brenda so we knew what we were up against.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to pretend we are being effected by the music.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like this was some kind of experiment on people.&lt;br /&gt;But who would do this kind of thing?&lt;br /&gt;It is a great place I agree, and nothing in life is for free.&lt;br /&gt;You have a great point says Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;So we will just play along &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says I have something I must tell you both.&lt;br /&gt;She whispers in our ears: I don’t really work at the Kebab house. I was relying on somebody to reveal this train to me.&lt;br /&gt;I was working undercover whilst you have been a great asset to this mission already.&lt;br /&gt;We followed you from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Weatherspoons&lt;/span&gt; since you lied to the police about not seeing the woman.&lt;br /&gt;Them police have lie detector Devices and used you and john as a way to get me on this train.&lt;br /&gt;We taken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;cctv&lt;/span&gt; footage and saw you get the 3 tickets so we hired out the kebab shop in the hope of getting a clue about this train.&lt;br /&gt;So know you know who I am I do recommend you follow my directions when it need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; here comes a Shot drink serving robot! It has a woman’s voice and it says: Help your self to as many shots as you like. I was about to say i’m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I don’t want a drink yet when the robot said what I was going to say as if it was a recording. Then the women’s voice said not having a drink is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;Then the robot had some kind of Sound transfer device that created waves of very addictive music and I could even see the music waves. This made me feel real good and then i started to feel happy and overwhelmed and powerless to resist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I said give me 3 shots of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Verry&lt;/span&gt; cherry .&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t control this power and to fight this would get us all detected as rejects.&lt;br /&gt;So John and Brenda both played along and pretended to be really drunk and already effected by the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda said here goes another shot. She says bottoms up like she is really drunk. Very funny actor.&lt;br /&gt;I have now drunk 3 shots and feel the power of the music control my arms and it makes me want to dance.&lt;br /&gt;Then the robot leaves us to attend to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We started to dance on the smoked out Strobe light dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;John also was feeling the vibes of this amazing beat.&lt;br /&gt;He also joined us at the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda said Fight this power and make this dance your own and then you should be able to take control of your own body again when it wares off.&lt;br /&gt;If Brenda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t tell me.&lt;br /&gt;I would have totally forgot ( I was so glad I Invited that woman)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! as we dance the night away the 4 guys we met at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;weatherspoons&lt;/span&gt; danced their way towards us.&lt;br /&gt;One of them said I see you made it and who might be this fine lady then?&lt;br /&gt;My name is Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;Hello Brenda who is looking fine and slender.&lt;br /&gt;We must carry on dancing and drinking now the music is so good we got to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;So we carry on dancing the night away.&lt;br /&gt;Then Brenda says I need to go to the loo be right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda walks to a robot and asks where the toilet is.&lt;br /&gt;The robot says we don’t have a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;And then the robot hits Brenda with a plasma wave and removes the need for the toilet by evaporating the contents of her bladder.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda walked back over to me and says that’s strange!&lt;br /&gt;What is?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need to go toilet now! And I was going to use it as an excuse to look around.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda tells me that she has some patches that look like stickers.&lt;br /&gt;But they are really are controlled explosives.&lt;br /&gt;She shows me the stickers.&lt;br /&gt;All the stickers have yellow smiley faces on them.&lt;br /&gt;She gives us all stickers to stick on our selves (Non explosive ones) .&lt;br /&gt;Then the plan is to Stick the explosive stickers on the Ticket robots and the drink Dispensers robots.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the plan.&lt;br /&gt;We just go up to them happy and show them we are having a great time then we offer stickers as a thank you.&lt;br /&gt;That sounds like a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;If we give the 4 other guys some to stick on the robots it will give us more chance as there are a too many robots.&lt;br /&gt;We have to stick non explosive stickers on the Drunk guys 1st so that they don’t demand a wrong sticker.&lt;br /&gt;Good idea John.&lt;br /&gt;As I dance my way towards the Ticket robot.&lt;br /&gt;I smile and dance.&lt;br /&gt;The robot releases Musical vibes that kind of take control of my dancing rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;I say you are one amazing robot here take a happy sticker as a gift.&lt;br /&gt;I slap it on his chest plate and the robot just carries on sending the vibes.&lt;br /&gt;I ask the robot to hand my thank you stickers to the others.&lt;br /&gt;Strangely it takes the tickets without a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself : they must be programmed strictly to satisfy the guest on this train until the right time.&lt;br /&gt;So I dance my way back to Brenda and john who also have been busy with the stickers.&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody is setup.&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s a waiting game.&lt;br /&gt;We haven’t seen anybody who is in charge of this train just these robots on here said john.&lt;br /&gt;I know what ya mean i reply.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda then gets out a larger Happy Sticker now this is the main sticker of all.&lt;br /&gt;It don’t explode! It just dissolves hard metals when activated.&lt;br /&gt;Down towards the wall at the direction the train felt like it was going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brenda sticks the large Sticker low on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;And then we carry on dancing.&lt;br /&gt;There was sensors on the floor that causes sprays of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;I singled out the sensors so I told John to dance over it.&lt;br /&gt;This blanked out the view of what we was doing from the robots who were busy controlling the Humans with there vibes.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda activated the sticker by throwing a measure of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;verry&lt;/span&gt; cherry on it! The chain reaction with the spirit drink caused the sticker to dissolve the wall and make and opening that we could crawl through!&lt;br /&gt;Brenda crawls through 1st followed by myself.&lt;br /&gt;And when we stood up to look!&lt;br /&gt;We was really in for a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;There was synthetic people that looked like all of us on the Train.&lt;br /&gt;They were dancing in the smoke just like we was.&lt;br /&gt;The whole set up was like a copy.&lt;br /&gt;But the people were just being detached from some kind of cord attached to the belly of all the people.&lt;br /&gt;Then I could see the wall panel open on to the platform where we came from earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Then John walked to me and said that he had good time and he’s going home now.&lt;br /&gt;Then he steps off train with the other fake copies of us.&lt;br /&gt;The door lifted up fast and closed fully.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t try to leave with John because I noticed he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have any happy sticker on.&lt;br /&gt;And i’m not going to leave without my real friends.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda is a bit confused of what she saw and decided to go back into where us real people are.&lt;br /&gt;As we joined back up with the real John we had to carry on as if nothing as happened.&lt;br /&gt;We danced along with this amazing vibes then I told John about what we saw in that other room.&lt;br /&gt;About seeing Copies of us get off the train.&lt;br /&gt;Then a few seconds after that the beat started to slow down and the vibes reduced to nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Our Bodies felt heavily dependent on this music and without it our bodies seemed hungry for more.&lt;br /&gt;Then as the smoked died away the people started to come back to normal and realize they want to leave the train.&lt;br /&gt;The robots all stand in a line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Along the left side of the train whilst the drinkers were facing the wall they entered from earlier. They were looking for away out.&lt;br /&gt;The robot far down the far end of the train Blasted sound vibes at a guy who tried to fight back.&lt;br /&gt;The waves seemed to break up the guy into atoms and he was no more.&lt;br /&gt;Then they started to blast more of us with the sound vibes.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda said now we know they want to kill us! We will kill them.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda opens a Gold locket and pushes a photo of her mother, then speaks the activate command&lt;br /&gt;The words are: Protect us now my beloved Mother.&lt;br /&gt;Then the stickers all exploded and all the robots parts flew all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t realize the Robots would take the stickers to their operator control! But thankfully they did.&lt;br /&gt;The side panel is opening !&lt;br /&gt;Yes I see that!&lt;br /&gt;And we are still at the station.&lt;br /&gt;As I look outside I see the police and there dogs! But they are not moving!&lt;br /&gt;Also we see our copies standing there as if they was in a paused state.&lt;br /&gt;A drunken man from our train attempts to get off!&lt;br /&gt;I shout don’t go yet! Honestly please stay whilst we think this over&lt;br /&gt;I ask Brenda! What do you think is happening here?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think we were meant to get off right now.&lt;br /&gt;What about the copies of our selves?&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess we need to replace them with us real people.&lt;br /&gt;How we do that? I ask Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;Well let me examine this damaged robot, its arm is still attached to the body and the lights are flickering still!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I try this! Brenda joins 2 wires and a sound wave dissolves a shot glass on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Here we go Michael we have a Sound vibe atomic gun of our own now.&lt;br /&gt;Here see if you can use it because it’s a bit heavy for me.&lt;br /&gt;I face the arm towards our paused copies.&lt;br /&gt;Hitting them one by one and vaporizing them all.&lt;br /&gt;It was strange to blast not only yourself but you best mate too!&lt;br /&gt;I know he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t really him! But I makes ya wonder what it would be like if it was for real.&lt;br /&gt;Now we are still left with a Paused platform and the time is still 12 Midnight and the police and the dogs still on way to the train.&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody if we all step off this train. The time may catch up with us instantly or may not.&lt;br /&gt;We maybe stuck in a paused state as there is nobody controlling the train any more.&lt;br /&gt;So it is important we don’t leave this Train behind as we may be still paused from the trains perspective when we get off.&lt;br /&gt;So we need to destroy the Trains time control 1st.&lt;br /&gt;I used the arm against the Back of the train and dissolved the wall away.&lt;br /&gt;I found a spinning metallic ball with energy running around it.&lt;br /&gt;I then aimed the arm at the ball and joined the wires again.&lt;br /&gt;Then as the vibes from the arm traveled to the ball! The arm lost all power.&lt;br /&gt;Then john had a silly idea.&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t we all just throw up all over the ball?&lt;br /&gt;Well we have a lot of people with hangovers here.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess we have to improvise and try something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; every body start puking up over the ball.&lt;br /&gt;This was the worst site I ever did see!&lt;br /&gt;The thick coating of this hangover soup seemed to do something to this ball.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to have effected the energy flow.&lt;br /&gt;I could see the police and the dogs started to move faster.&lt;br /&gt;The 4 guys we met at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Weatherspoons&lt;/span&gt; stood around the metallic ball and let out there juices spraying all over the ball.&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t like it at all!&lt;br /&gt;Started to get unstable.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody! Its best if we all leave right now.&lt;br /&gt;So we all step off the train and all go near the wall of the station.&lt;br /&gt;We turn and watch as the Train Implodes on itself.&lt;br /&gt;And becomes Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Then as the police run towards us all.They already knew Brenda,&lt;br /&gt;And she ordered that the police step down.&lt;br /&gt;Her partner in this undercover work was with this police force and wanted to know what the flash of light was that he just saw.&lt;br /&gt;I will have to tell you about that later said Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;These people need a place to stay as they have just been through a terrible ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;But you have only just got here he said to Brenda. We have been following you.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I better talk about this when these are all somewhere warm.&lt;br /&gt;Ok said her partner.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda turned and said You and John were just great and I thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;And Michael I want to take you both out to the pub !&lt;br /&gt;I told Brenda that would be really great and I said weatherspoons is good!&lt;br /&gt;Ya get a free pint with ya dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Make it Sunday with the Sunday roast.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and said ya on! Here’s my card with my number on.&lt;br /&gt;As Brenda walks away I shout out!&lt;br /&gt;Oh Brenda! me and John need a lift home, any chance?&lt;br /&gt;She turns her head and says !&lt;br /&gt;Oh no problem car or helicopter?&lt;br /&gt;We just laughed and ran towards her!&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing happened!&lt;br /&gt;She wasn’t joking about the helicopter ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-609298428485158566?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/609298428485158566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=609298428485158566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/609298428485158566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/609298428485158566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/midnight-train.html' title='Midnight Train'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a-CJYRGKI/AAAAAAAAADc/RqOyWYIJzRw/s72-c/creative+fantasy+story+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-873607470411805900</id><published>2007-12-13T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:19:27.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-------------Aphrodite of the Water-----------</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a9O5YRGJI/AAAAAAAAADU/bm1_5Iwuyt4/s1600-h/creative+fantasy+story+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145007687935793298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" height="144" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a9O5YRGJI/AAAAAAAAADU/bm1_5Iwuyt4/s200/creative+fantasy+story+2.bmp" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2Hr-JYRGBI/AAAAAAAAACU/2unIVCvk6iY/s1600-h/DSCF0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143651702335936530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2Hr-JYRGBI/AAAAAAAAACU/2unIVCvk6iY/s400/DSCF0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sitting by the pebble dashed beach water trickling in between my toes.&lt;br /&gt;We are not on a beach by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;We are on the beach by a Crystal clear lake in the lake District.&lt;br /&gt;Just parked up against the gravel while my brother David goes for a quick slash (Toilet) in a Bush.&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting on the large rock splashing about.&lt;br /&gt;Its me Michael but now I have grown up a bit more since my other stories.&lt;br /&gt;I’m now 20 years old but still I am child at Heart.&lt;br /&gt;When my brother gets back we will go onto the lake and explore.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later…&lt;br /&gt;We are floating in the middle of the 7 mile long ules water as David tucks into a 2 pack of cheese and onion triangle cut sandwiches!&lt;br /&gt;And then he gets out a can that he tips over and pops in the bottom and he shakes it.&lt;br /&gt;He has now got a hot cup of drinking chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;As he tucks in I notice that the clouds in the distance seemed to show a spray of heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;So I tell David we need to find shelter as fast as we can.&lt;br /&gt;There was like a strait line between calm water and rained on choppy water and it seemed to be getting closer every second.&lt;br /&gt;I notice a Cliff.&lt;br /&gt;It curved over the water and seemed our only chance.&lt;br /&gt;There was some force in the water! Some current and there wasn’t anything to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a think branch floating by and pulled it to me with my paddle.&lt;br /&gt;It was perfect for sticking in a gap in the wall then hooking on the boats rope.&lt;br /&gt;Yea we will be ok now.&lt;br /&gt;Then the rain really came down right close to the boat.&lt;br /&gt;The rain then turns to Huge ale stones and starts really showing us what we just got away from.&lt;br /&gt;Me and David were just amazed.&lt;br /&gt;Then after about 5 minutes the ale starts to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly a lump bounces on boat and hits me in the head.&lt;br /&gt;Then as I shake my Head I notice the branch come lose so I grab it again and attempt to put it into another gap.&lt;br /&gt;Then something strange happened.&lt;br /&gt;The branch must have hit a Trigger or something because the hard cliff wall started to rumble followed by it splitting apart making a passageway where water flowed very fast to fill.&lt;br /&gt;Our Boat flows along with this sudden surge of water.&lt;br /&gt;It gets dark and we cant see anything any more but we can still feel our selves moving with speed.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly David does not seem to be amazed!&lt;br /&gt;He is sitting there eating some Crisps and says do you want one Michael ?&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn’t believe him sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway soon I see a Light in the distance! It was bright green and blue and looked amazingly clean.&lt;br /&gt;As we came out of this long Cave we were on another Lake but it was sunny and fresh and I could hear wild life and nature to such clarity.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to pull up at the side and noticed the air smelled different too.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I stepped out of the Boat David wasn’t even bothered he just sat there just gazing.&lt;br /&gt;So I said i’m just going for an explore be back in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I found a river that ran away from lake that had perfect cut grass it looked very interesting to look at so I followed it for a short time before I noticed some strange fish like creature swimming along.&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on this perfect grass bank looking closely over the water and noticed long wavy tentacles all around the fish from its body.&lt;br /&gt;It was as big as a Dolphin and had little fish swimming by it they didn’t have tentacles but they looked like they had teeth.&lt;br /&gt;The fish seemed very important to them.&lt;br /&gt;When the fish started to flow away down the river it slowed to a stop before it started to rise up out the water.&lt;br /&gt;The long tentacles seemed to look like they was attached to a body of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;Has she got higher she stepped onto the grass but she was facing away from me so all I could see is some legs behind the tentacles.&lt;br /&gt;Then something wonderful happens.&lt;br /&gt;Her Tentacles dried out and then split up and formed silky soft golden hair that flowed in the wind like water in a river.&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Her body and her bottom was showing clearly.&lt;br /&gt;she turned and faced me her whole body looked like it was glittered and her eyes were minty green.&lt;br /&gt;And shined like Gems.&lt;br /&gt;She walks over to me and asks where did you come from?&lt;br /&gt;I said came from that cave over there..&lt;br /&gt;But when she looked there wasn’t any cave at all just a lake as normal.&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought only one thing! How will I get back.&lt;br /&gt;What is your name? I asked her nicely.&lt;br /&gt;My name is Aphrodite and this as been my home ever since I just developed in the water.&lt;br /&gt;And I seem to have control on what happens here.&lt;br /&gt;But im unsure what im meant to do!&lt;br /&gt;As I look toward the mountains I noticed strange weather that seemed to look like rain of fire.&lt;br /&gt;And in the sky looked like Clouds made of larva.&lt;br /&gt;I ask Aphrodite how is that weather happening and why?&lt;br /&gt;That has happened for as long as I remember.&lt;br /&gt;And is controlled by Trona.&lt;br /&gt;Trona?&lt;br /&gt;That is my younger sister. She is just playing.&lt;br /&gt;Then I see a Six legged deer and her baby running away from the rain of fire.&lt;br /&gt;As they seemed not far from me I hoped they would get safe.&lt;br /&gt;But then the baby Six legged deer got hit and the mother was slightly hurt too.&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry for the baby deer so I went to see if I could help.&lt;br /&gt;As I looked over the baby deer I saw it was really hurt and this made me really sad.&lt;br /&gt;Aphrodite suddenly told her sister to stop the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Aphrodite was interested in the emotion she was seeing and told her sister to come and take a look.&lt;br /&gt;Michael as always been a lover of nature and to see this was hard.&lt;br /&gt;Aphrodite asks me why your eyes run with water over this animal?&lt;br /&gt;Where I come from, we cry because me lose something that we really like or love.&lt;br /&gt;Even animals can make our eyes run water when they die.&lt;br /&gt;We keep animals as pet or companions and they help us learn to respect each other more.&lt;br /&gt;Aphrodite then says now you have helped me understand this feeling I am starting to feel this too.&lt;br /&gt;We haven’t seen anybody like you before and right now you have helped me and Trona learn a beautiful emotion.&lt;br /&gt;We thank you very much for this that we shall help you in what you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;First I would like you to nurse this baby Deer to good health and help her grow up to good health with her mother.&lt;br /&gt;Aphrodite says we will do this with honor.&lt;br /&gt;Also can you open the doorway back to my place so I can go home.&lt;br /&gt;Aphrodite’s sister said she saw how we came through earlier and said together they should be able to get us back..&lt;br /&gt;If you go sit in your boat I shall push you back through the passage using my water form and my sister will use her fire power to open the passage back.&lt;br /&gt;Ok thank you Aphrodite. No Thank you Michael for helping us understand ourselves and here is a give from me.&lt;br /&gt;Aphrodite hands me a wooden calved stick with her face engraved on.&lt;br /&gt;Here this is to remind you of me and your visit.&lt;br /&gt;So I get back on the boat and David is still sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;This time he‘s eating a cheese pasty and his head phones on with music blaring out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Trona blasted the rock wall and it slides open revealing a passage but the current in the passage was flowing towards us and not away.&lt;br /&gt;We needed a lot of power to get back.&lt;br /&gt;But I under estimated Aphrodite’s swimming power.&lt;br /&gt;She pushed us through the dark passage and Trona Lights the way with her fire.&lt;br /&gt;And then just as I was about to leave the passage They said Good bye Michael we wont forget you ever.&lt;br /&gt;Michael said you are very welcome.&lt;br /&gt;Then the passage closed and they had gone.&lt;br /&gt;David was drinking his Dandelion and burdock and I was rubbing my head.&lt;br /&gt;He was laughing at me!&lt;br /&gt;Why you laughing at me?&lt;br /&gt;Because you got hit by the ale stone and it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;I told David that it was ages ago and why you been ignoring me all this time?&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been ignoring you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You have been ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, that’s weird.&lt;br /&gt;I went into my pocket and pulled out the Carved stick and said to David:&lt;br /&gt;What do you think this is then?&lt;br /&gt;A stick he replied.&lt;br /&gt;What do you see on the stick?&lt;br /&gt;A face.&lt;br /&gt;Wow you can see it.&lt;br /&gt;I cant possibly explain to David what I had just done because he is a skeptic and would argue all night to make is point.&lt;br /&gt;All I knew is I had something I got from Aphrodite and knowing what I did made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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Water-----------'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a9O5YRGJI/AAAAAAAAADU/bm1_5Iwuyt4/s72-c/creative+fantasy+story+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-1016751144357385941</id><published>2007-12-13T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:38:08.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Inspire us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;This Blogspot is about Dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its the dreams that our Inspire stories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-1016751144357385941?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1016751144357385941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=1016751144357385941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1016751144357385941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1016751144357385941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreams-inspire-us.html' title='Dreams Inspire us'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-1258705890157590165</id><published>2007-12-13T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T09:54:24.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Talk about Dream same Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a3ppYRGFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rnot3vu2zpc/s1600-h/100%25+true.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145001550427527250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a3ppYRGFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rnot3vu2zpc/s200/100%25+true.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2F6g3JwgFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uEmqjDuCw_k/s1600-h/File0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143526954413097042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2F6g3JwgFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uEmqjDuCw_k/s320/File0184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The Interview of Myself with MademoiselleFifi about my dream same dream.&lt;br /&gt;As I talked about it and answered her questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;when i was 18 years old just turning 19 soon I was told by the training agency what units of alcohol a man can and woman can drink safely.&lt;br /&gt;Then when i was at home day before.&lt;br /&gt;I was Dreaming, I decided to tell myself i was dreaming and just for a moment I saw a Glimpse of Clarity and light in my Dream that I never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;The excitement surely made me wake up.&lt;br /&gt;I tried and tried to get back to sleep but that seemed to difficult.&lt;br /&gt;So the next day after the alcohol units been told to us I decided that I haven’t had a drink in 4 weeks so i will have all my units I missed in one evening.&lt;br /&gt;So after I got home from the Slicks Night club I went to bed knowing this time I will stay asleep to see what I wanted to see before.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly this worked, not only did it work.&lt;br /&gt;I was about to experience more than I bargained for.&lt;br /&gt;I found myself standing on what looks like the GreatWall of China.&lt;br /&gt;The sun was clear and Bright , I could feel every Detail in the air.&lt;br /&gt;The heat on my back from the sun was very warming and when I looked at my Hands I noticed They were perfect, my eye sight was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I could even Feel a scraping of a lose sand particle under My foot. And i was looking at this place like as if I was studying it.&lt;br /&gt;I kept calm and just walked towards some steps at the side of the wall.&lt;br /&gt;As I walked down the steps I kept tapping my feet on the steps just for the testing of sound and touch.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a Opening in the wall that leads to a passageway.&lt;br /&gt;The passageway was Perfectly Dark but where light comes through gaps created a perfect projections of light to a angle I would say as 7 o’clock and then some body says Hello who are you?&lt;br /&gt;I then didn’t reply at 1st because I was thinking what I thought was logical thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking he’s got to be a Dream person who I have made up.&lt;br /&gt;Then he talked again insistently.&lt;br /&gt;I looked back towards the steps thinking of other places I could explore instead of wasting my time with this person.&lt;br /&gt;but I then thought to myself, I will just get this over with and play along.&lt;br /&gt;Then I said to him my name is Dean. And then I asked him what his name is whilst thinking i’m silly wasting my time. His name was Kevin. He said he is from Bulwell and i told him where i’m From, I said Radford and then we talked a little more until I could think of an excuse to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I said I have to go as I have to go work when I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;So I said bye and walked back onto the wall.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t to difficult to get back.&lt;br /&gt;I then sat on my bed with my feet on carpet and reflected on my experience.&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 weeks later when i was back at the Training place.&lt;br /&gt;There was a New person who had started Late season. I was asked to show him the ropes I did this happily at 1st.&lt;br /&gt;Then when it came to dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;We sat on the tables in the room where we normally learn.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining very heavy outside and the streets smelled of a giant ashtray.&lt;br /&gt;So I just wanted to brighten up the day by talking about interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;So I said Holidays!!! (I was thinking of sun and blue) and hoped it would brighten up our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked him Where would you like to go on your holidays.&lt;br /&gt;He said China, I then asked why china? then he said it don’t matter its silly lets talk about something else.&lt;br /&gt;Then I told him he can tell me anything as I don’t mock people.&lt;br /&gt;So after i assured him he told me its because of a strange very real Dream he had 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Then i remembered about my Dream.&lt;br /&gt;Then i remember that I never asked him his name at the beginning of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I feel silly asking when I should have asked earlier. And when we talked about the Great wall. It started to get scary. Because he lived in Bulwell and his name was Kevin and i’m going cold right now thinking about this right now. At the time it scared me because not only of the odds of meeting up in real life with a person you never knew.&lt;br /&gt;its too dam scary odds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MademoiselleFifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did you tell him you had the dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well yes I did! it effected him also when we both exchanged our experiences we just kept scaring our selves.&lt;br /&gt;I’m 34 years old now. And talking about this right now makes it seem like only yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MademoiselleFifi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;its vivid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For 7 years I tried to forget it, I tried to pretend it never happened but i’m a very honest person.&lt;br /&gt;And realize I have been lying to only myself all these years.&lt;br /&gt;And also denying the knowledge to the world.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why knowing what i know is a burden to keep alone.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not religious in any way. I need proof for something to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MademoiselleFifi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;why is it a burden? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have told you about this to more detail than I ever told anybody.&lt;br /&gt;Its just I haven’t been able to tell it to people.&lt;br /&gt;Its knowing what I know and not sharing.&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds to silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MademoiselleFifi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the burden is in the non sharing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I’m a witness something that is too rare! I only discover the name of this experience this year and i’m 34 now 19 then.&lt;br /&gt;Look how many years it took me to find the name of this.&lt;br /&gt;Its called:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MademoiselleFifi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;sometimes it take years to find something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Its called: Spontaneous synchronized Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;I may have spelled it a bit wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MademoiselleFifi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;where did you find that name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MademoiselleFifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what it was called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In a silly movie called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wip.warnerbros.com/scienceofsleep/site.html?id=&amp;amp;emailId=undefined&amp;amp;subnav=undefined"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Science of Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MademoiselleFifi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and someone had a similar experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well in the film it was about 2 people who got in the same dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MademoiselleFifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who wrote that film? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wip.warnerbros.com/scienceofsleep/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Michel Gondry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But not in same way I met somebody, I don’t know, its French or German , all I look for is the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MademoiselleFifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would be interesting to find out if the author lived something similar to your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;when I was six I wanted to know the answers to everything and now I find I know more answers to questions people wouldn’t normally asks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MademoiselleFifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; its the way you are and could be the reason you had your experience &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MademoiselleFifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it was for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MademoiselleFifi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think the rain on the day we talked about the Dream at the training place was the cause of us talking about that subject in the 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;So its almost as if the rain happened so that we talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MademoiselleFifi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was it raining in the dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no it was just sunny and cloudless. Some how it seemed like nature made us talk and meet in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MademoiselleFifi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you heard the foot steps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The dream was quiet! unless I shuffled my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MademoiselleFifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the shuffle of the feet could have had some of the sound that was in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The meeting at the training place was real and not a Dream he was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MademoiselleFifi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; did you understand what I said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yes but I controlled my sounds in the Lucid Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MademoiselleFifi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but those sounds could have had some of the sound...that rain makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I’m sure it didn’t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MademoiselleFifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I might not be expressing myself well here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The sounds were perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MademoiselleFifi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i know what you mean, maybe I’m not clear in explaining as i'm French &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;speaking and sometimes I cannot express well in English.&lt;br /&gt;All I think is the weather brought us together in real life and we met we would never have talked about the subject if it didn’t rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I looked up science of sleeps &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/scienceofsleep"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt; site please check it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a clip to the movie:&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=2636395"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dont show much signs of a simular experience till later in film&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-1258705890157590165?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1258705890157590165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=1258705890157590165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1258705890157590165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1258705890157590165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/talk-about-dream-same-dream.html' title='The Talk about Dream same Dream'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a3ppYRGFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rnot3vu2zpc/s72-c/100%25+true.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-1419692249689175262</id><published>2007-12-12T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:11:38.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viaduct Past and Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a7y5YRGHI/AAAAAAAAADE/Mer51x2O-EU/s1600-h/CREATIVE+STORY.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145006107387828338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a7y5YRGHI/AAAAAAAAADE/Mer51x2O-EU/s200/CREATIVE+STORY.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2BvN3JwgEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9puFbKiSCY8/s1600-h/flip+via.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143233058390966338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2BvN3JwgEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9puFbKiSCY8/s320/flip+via.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael is walking by the canal watching the coots and swans swim by.&lt;br /&gt;He notices a floating wheelie bin flowing down the water towards the old via duct.&lt;br /&gt;Michael then walked towards the via duct and decided to look up at the walls to see if there was any wildlife to spot as Michael loved Spiders and Creatures as they have fascinated him since he was a Child.&lt;br /&gt;He then went into the smaller arch that was by a Dry mud bank and had nettles and weeds about the sides.&lt;br /&gt;As he walked in he picked up a stick and tapped it on the wall do hear its eco. For every tap he made there was about 5 Taps back.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Said Hey (hey ey ey ) Hello? (Hello/ello/llo) whooooweee (whooooweee ooweee weee).&lt;br /&gt;As he looked up at the wall he notices faint old graffiti of a Bulldog and there was a message about somebody who lost his brother in the war. It looked so sad. There was also a message that somebody else left saying i’m Going to fight and don’t know if I will return but if I do I will write another message.&lt;br /&gt;But Michael didn’t see anymore messages.&lt;br /&gt;As Michael Takes out his Half packet of Bourbon biscuits from his coat pocket he thought he heard somebody weeping. It 1st sounded like the wind but! the moment Michael took is mind away from what he knew it was he started hearing the moaning again.&lt;br /&gt;So as Michael stares towards the light side of the Bridge his Imagination starts to overwhelm him.&lt;br /&gt;And then before his eyes he sees a Young man Writing on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;It was the man who wrote about his brother to the war and he is the one who also wrote i’m going to fight and don’t know if I shall return! (He looked so sad)&lt;br /&gt;Has Michael walked towards him The boy looked and said hello were you spring up from? Michael said i’m just here looking around for spiders and Nature and what about you? What is your Name?&lt;br /&gt;Bernard is my Name, I like to come here because its where me and my brother always used to come and play. Now he’s gone and soon it seems i’m to follow in his footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to give up I shall come back from the war and live on so I can get married and See my new daughter grow up. That’s something to live for..&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I have reserved this space on this brick for when I return.&lt;br /&gt;Michael started to feel sad for Bernard because He Noticed Bernard had not added his message of return from the war.&lt;br /&gt;Michael was also a very honest boy and felt that he shouldn’t hold the information from him at all.&lt;br /&gt;Im from the future said Michael! Some how we have met up in this bridge and we can see each other.&lt;br /&gt;Bernard looked a bit confused but could somehow tell that Michael was not lying.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it had something to do with the clothes he was wearing and the digital watch.&lt;br /&gt;Bernard then asked: do you know what I wrote when I get back from the war?&lt;br /&gt;Michael then showed a sad face and his eyes seemed to shine with sorrow ness .&lt;br /&gt;Bernard just said I don’t come back do I?&lt;br /&gt;Michael says maybe you came back but didn’t write your message.&lt;br /&gt;Bernard was assured Michael that he would return and finish.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing he worried about is not seeing his baby daughter and lady of his life.&lt;br /&gt;Michael made a Suggestion that he should come to his time and that your daughter may have grown up but at least you will be alive and get to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;Bernard had a hard time thinking about this! but realized that he really was only faced with one Chance.&lt;br /&gt;So he decided to take Michaels Offer!&lt;br /&gt;So Michael and Bernard hold on each others shoulder and walked towards the exit,&lt;br /&gt;The way Michael came in earlier.&lt;br /&gt;They both stepped out into the light where the sun made them squint.&lt;br /&gt;There was 2 woman with a boy walking by the canal they looked like they had just been shopping at the local supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;As Bernard stepped onto the public path by the canal he noticed a tin of Baked Beans roll from the older ladys plastic bag as it had just split against a Blackberry Bush spike.&lt;br /&gt;It split open and spilled out most of the contents.&lt;br /&gt;As the tin of beans was about to roll in the canal Bernard bends down and grabs it with his hand. As Bernard looks up at the woman’s face she starts looking into Bernard’s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;As if she had known him.&lt;br /&gt;The woman she was with, was picking up the other items with their little boy.&lt;br /&gt;She then said Thank you young man for being a Gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;You are very welcome. And then Bernard also clicked on with the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;May I ask your Name he asks!&lt;br /&gt;My name is Charlotte and this is my Daughter Sara and her son Peter.&lt;br /&gt;We are just out for a bit of picnic.&lt;br /&gt;Bernard then went cold and then said its me!&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte then paused in shock and yet she could see it really was him.&lt;br /&gt;Michael saw what was happening and thought it be best to let it be.&lt;br /&gt;He's got a lot of life he missed to catch up on. Now they live happy ever after.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte asked Bernard… Where did you just come from?&lt;br /&gt;This young boy called Michael helped me! He’s just over here!&lt;br /&gt;But when every body went to look they couldn’t see Michael anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Michael was standing near the mud bank watching them but his imagination started to make what he was seeing fade to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;And all he was left with is the rippling of the flowing water and the twinkles of the sky reflecting off it.&lt;br /&gt;Bernard was just about to go with his long lost love.&lt;br /&gt;when he just said hold on please Charlotte I must finish my message on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;He walked to the wall and wrote a final message!&lt;br /&gt;I’m alive and with my Family thanks the Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Michael realized he had left his bag on the floor near the wall where he was reading earlier.&lt;br /&gt;But to his amazement he noticed the brick that was blank before said:&lt;br /&gt;I’m alive and well with my family and Thank you Young Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made Michael really think when he was walking back home.&lt;br /&gt;Because he wasn’t sure what really did happened.&lt;br /&gt;But he did feel that he had helped somebody be happy.&lt;br /&gt;This was good for Michael as seeing others happy help him feel life has a reason after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story was written by Dean Bradford ©(Dec 13th 2007) please do not copy this work as your own.&lt;br /&gt;Please get in touch if you want to talk about may works&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-1419692249689175262?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1419692249689175262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=1419692249689175262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1419692249689175262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/1419692249689175262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/viaduct-past-and-future.html' title='Viaduct Past and Future'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a7y5YRGHI/AAAAAAAAADE/Mer51x2O-EU/s72-c/CREATIVE+STORY.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-8982584699154459828</id><published>2007-12-11T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:15:40.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Robin and Magpie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a8d5YRGII/AAAAAAAAADM/Ii9vM11FSGA/s1600-h/CREATIVE+STORY.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145006846122203266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a8d5YRGII/AAAAAAAAADM/Ii9vM11FSGA/s200/CREATIVE+STORY.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R182rXJwgDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A-qJ9FlpUTE/s1600-h/robin+and+magie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142889418057613362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R182rXJwgDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A-qJ9FlpUTE/s320/robin+and+magie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Robin and Magpie This story is about a Lonely Boy who’s lonely imagination Induces stories that can be happy or sad. Reflecting off real life moments and filling his mind like its his own hidden secret world of Retreat. So follow His Stories with interest of what he might create in his next stories. This story is written By Dean Bradford © Fantasycreek© December 12th 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One Sunny but very cold winters day down by the grove a boy called Michael Papplesby was sitting on the park swinging about on a old rusty swing. His face down and he swings in a motion that shows he has allot of sadness and problems playing in his mind. If we go back to Michael past it shows a Boy who has everything to show for the world. A boy so egger to learn and yet know as much, if not more than a boy could normally want to know. This is a Boy who was a thinker from birth. While the people and friends of his life look at him they just don’t see this ambitious and curious mind at work. When he was only at nursery he was already thinking beyond the rest of the children and saw others painting yet he noticed that they wasn’t painting anything understandable. So when the teacher handed over the brush to Michael he thought about it first. He didn’t just slap paint on like the other kids! He thought to himself (I cant draw yet so I will keep it simple) so he painted the Sky and then a Big round Sun and that’s it! He put down the brush and decided that he has finished. Then a girl said to Michael "I saw you yesterday" Michael only had a strange thought running through his mind! He looked down at his waistline and thinked as an internal joke to himself. how can you have saw me? I’m all here! When a Movie would play on TV such as Jaws he would hide behind the sofa as the music would get faster and faster. He always said to his dad “whats going to happen” he always says wait and see. Michael just couldn’t wait. So this gives you an idea of what kind of Boy Michael is. A boy who ambitions are always higher and he always expects answers to everything. He always had a out of box way of looking at the world. Now we are back with Michael on the swing worries going through his mind. He’s been having problems at school! Is learning egger side has failed him. He has lost his concentration due to worry. His parents have been arguing for months now and they throw things and break things. All Michael wants if for them to do is talk things out and not fight! Michael don’t want them to get hurt or split up. They are up late still arguing and Michael still awake worrying. And when he sits there in class he thinks of home and not of work. Nothing the teacher says gets into his mind! Michael has been swinging on the swing for over 45 minutes now and is late back to school from is dinner break. He drops his lunchbox as he gets off the swing and it breaks open spilling his Chicken Paste Sandwiches over the snow! A magpie gets tucked into the sandwiches. A Robin redbreast swoops down from the sky. The Magpie tries to fend off the robin with the Cackle sound and clicks. But the Robin wasn’t afraid he just whistled a Tune. There was more robins sitting on the cable of a telephone wire looking down. The robin then looked back up at them and whistled a tune of bravery. The Magpie Tries to peck the Robin! But though the robin was smaller he was witty and sharp on his moves. Then a cat suddenly shows up from the holly bush and pounces out! and the magpie fly’s up to the bar that hold the swing. But has the magpie was flying up the cat caught him with his paw and hurt the magpies wing. The magpie Cackled and Clicked and made a Rattle sound. Because the magpie was bigger the cats attention was still drawn to him! The Robin was still showing no signs of being afraid and carried on eating and watching. Then the cat drawn his attention to the robin eating away. The Magpie then attempted to fly away and suddenly landed in the snow pile that must have been scraped up by the park keeper. The cat then saw that the Magpie was more of a opportunity due to him being hurt. The cat slowly walked towards Him as he cackles and clicks in defense. The brave little robin Flew on to the phone wire to joined his friends. The Cat was focused on Maggie and was ready to pounce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Suddenly the cat looked up in the sky as a birdie swooped and pooped in his eye. It was the robin and his men. As together they formed a power of ten. They swoop about tweeting a song! Imitating the voice of the legend King Kong“ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Then while the cat was in despair and confused the brave robins land by to give what dues! They give a little peck on his paws and the cat runs away to his flaps in the doors”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All the Magpie needed was a little rest and he would be good as new. And thanks to the power of 10 the magpie was saved and though he had a greedy nature. He got on with the robins and the robin Redbreast soon reached his soft side and they all became great friends. And they always looked out for each other. Michael then mind came back to reality and he realized that he is going to be late back to school. He picks up his lunch box and put it in his plastic bag and toddled off to school. As he walked into the school gate Mr. Hunt was Looking at his watch and said distension tonight after school . He asked “Name?” Michael Papplesby . Mr. Hunt was the teacher who seemed like Freddy Kruger to Michael who normally was his Math’s teacher. After leaving school late he walked home instead of catching the bus. Its Freezing cold as he walks by the soap factory the soapy stench is breathed in. The Grass is icing up and making Crunching sounds and to Michael its just another Mind trip of the crunch making a beat of an imaginary Song in his mind. Using his mind as his own comfort in this cruel cold world. Where only his mind has all the color to keep him going through this insane world. This story is my original and my own work please do not copy © Please ask for permissions from me if you want to use my stories. Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-8982584699154459828?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8982584699154459828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=8982584699154459828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/8982584699154459828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/8982584699154459828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/robin-and-magpie-this-story-is-about.html' title='The Robin and Magpie'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a8d5YRGII/AAAAAAAAADM/Ii9vM11FSGA/s72-c/CREATIVE+STORY.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-6274249807792099026</id><published>2007-12-10T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T08:58:48.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamed same Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a2-JYRGEI/AAAAAAAAACs/GoKcVO5IOhk/s1600-h/100%25+true.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145000803103217730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a2-JYRGEI/AAAAAAAAACs/GoKcVO5IOhk/s200/100%25+true.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R11ol3JwgCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OJtAdJM2wPc/s1600-h/File0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142381349196300322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R11ol3JwgCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OJtAdJM2wPc/s320/File0211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming same DreamYears ago just before my 19th birthday I tried something I never done before. I focused on my dream/ It was at that moment I experienced a glimpse of full color and sound in my dream. My over excitement soon woke me up! I then sat at the side of my bed, to reflect on what I had experienced. So that day when I went to Training college, where they taught us about units of alcohol. So I thought to myself. I haven’t had a drink for 2wks! So I added up the units I had missed. So I decided 2 make up 4 it by drinking them all that evening. Knowing it will help me stay asleep! That evening I went 2 sleep very easy. When I was having a normal dream I (stopped) &amp;amp; said This is just a dream. I then started looking &amp;amp; focusing! Every thing around me started to change before my very eyes. I then found myself standing on a what seemed to look like the great wall of China. I could feel the warmth on my back from the sun, I could feel the ground, I could taste the air. I could see and hear. It was if every part of me was brand-new! In real life my eyes deceive me. But here I have more than 20-20 vision. I treated this dream as if I were a scientist. Questioning everything. I was so egger to explore. So that’s what I did. So as I walked along the wall. I could hear my feet scrunching on the stone. I could feel the tiny loose stones scraping as I shuffled my feet! Wow it was amazing. The sun projected a sharp shadow of me over the pale yellow stone. I noticed a gap at the side of the wall. Down beside the wall was some steps leading down into a opening in the wall itself. I thought to myself! I wonder where that goes. So I made my way down the steps. At the same time I was enjoying the peace and the tapping of my feet at every step! As I walked into the wall there were a passage to my left &amp;amp; my right. Then to my left I heard a voice say (Hello who are you) When I turn to look! I noticed the beam of sunlight shining through the opening in the wall. I could see somebody standing there in the shadows. Then he stepped forward. The sunlight lit half of his face. He then ask me again who r u´ I then said I’m not going to be fooled by talking to a dream person. He then said that i’m in his dream. Then I thought to myself (I’ll play along) I told him my name is Dean. What’s yours. (Kevin)he replied. Then the dream person asked me more questions. I thought to myself that every thing he said. I was making it up. Even thou I didn’t know how. Because I was not trying!!. So as we talked. He said he was from Bulwell in Nottingham. And I told him where I live. Just to shut him up. Then I made up an excuse to leave. So I said I have got to go now, got work when I wake up´ so he said bye. I felt so silly having a chat with a dream person. Its like talking to nothing. So I made my way back to them steps &amp;amp; back to where I started. Then I thought to myself (How do I get back?) Getting back was easier than its sounds. I only had to think about my bedroom. When I woke up. I sat on by bed and got a bit emotional about what I seen. As I wished I never woken up to this world.! (((2-WEEKS-LATER))) Now back at C.I college Meadows. A new lad was introduced to our group. My tutor asked me to show him around. When lunch time came around. We never went out. We just sat on the worktops &amp;amp; just talked. (I had this strange feeling that iv seen him before. It really played my mind) As we sat on the room table the new boy said what should we talk about.&lt;br /&gt;I said holidays. As it sounded a nice and cheerful subject to talk about! as it was chucking it down with rain outside. So I asked ´where do you want to go?´ he said ´china´ I then asked ´why china´ He then tried to avoid telling me why. Because it being to strange! When I convinced him tell me! I wished I kept my mouth shut! He then told me it was about a dream. He said he wanted to the GreatWall of china. He said that 2ks ago he had a the most strangest real Dream. (I went cold) I thought back to my Dream! Then I was afraid to hear what he might say! (I then told him that I also had a dream of that wall 2ks ago) I then asked what is your name? ´Kevin´ he replied (I felt a cold rush) as I never asked him his name earlier &amp;amp; felt silly asking him when I should already know! I then asked. Are you from Bulwell?´ As we exchange words that we talked about in the dream. We got scared me and him even more. Everything matched up! After lunch. We never talked again. It was too strange. I thought if we don’t talk or see each other that it will help us forget it ever happened. He must have thought the same. Because we avoided each other! (it took me six long haunted years to discover that i’m not as crazy after all) I read in a magazine &amp;amp; discovered that I had a Lucid Dream. And that lots of famous people have them. They inspire lots of great minds. I then bought my 1st book on lucid dreams. By Celia Green of Oxford uni. It explains experiments conducted. But out of all I read so far. There has not been any dreams where people meet up. Maybe people have met in dreams. But never meet in real life. For them odds must be a zillion to one chance. In our case it happened. All I know is that this happen for a reason. Maybe its because I will experiment more with it, or because I must go to the GreatWall of china. There are answers I still seek. If there are volunteers out there? Who have had lucid dreams plz email me. 2 join my Lucid dreams club. This Dream is 100% true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-6274249807792099026?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6274249807792099026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=6274249807792099026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/6274249807792099026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/6274249807792099026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreaming-same-dream-years-ago-just.html' title='Dreamed same Dream'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a2-JYRGEI/AAAAAAAAACs/GoKcVO5IOhk/s72-c/100%25+true.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-4918634061226757437</id><published>2007-12-09T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:01:27.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deans Intresting Life from Zero +</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a2QJYRGDI/AAAAAAAAACk/waO9bGp2J1s/s1600-h/true+story.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145000012829235250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a2QJYRGDI/AAAAAAAAACk/waO9bGp2J1s/s200/true+story.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R1ysO3JwgAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pJN1yaHnxuM/s1600-h/File0134.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142174245873287170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R1ysO3JwgAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pJN1yaHnxuM/s320/File0134.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;September 1973 was the day that a young boy called Dean Bradford was born.This story explains the world through out his childhood Revealing his mind through surreal Thoughts .Seeing the world with a conscious focused mind, and questioning all that he saw.1973 I can see the stars in the night sky, They comfort me so much, there is a pale breeze blowing, I love the feeling of this fresh air stroking my face, as I look up at these stars they look so sharp through my brand new eyes, even thou I can’t speak yet I am already starting to understand beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1974 I am being pushed along in a silver cross pram by a woman I don’t know! I’m sitting up looking across the road, I see my mum and dad getting on the bus! This makes me very sad and I start to cry, then my vision starts to be filled with tears and I cant stop myself ,I cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1975 I’m in our garden on goldsmith walk I see a boy next door! His name is also called Dean, I notice a old singer sowing machine by the wall of his mums house. We play with the toys together in a nice sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1976 My dad tells me stories to help get me to go to sleep, even though he never expected me to remember them to this day I do! One story was about the time he stopped a ship from sinking in the army by chewing lots of gum and filling the gaps.I also after moving into mcorly drive my mum came home with a new baby, He looks strange with something weird coming out his belly, and when he cries he cries strange also.(During the move into this house Dean was often seen Talking to nobody on the stairs)[but cant remember today]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1977 Got a Text book and pen for my birthday and right away I did a scribble on the 1st page. I showed my mum and dad and they smiled, but in my mind I was thinking (wow they like it when I scribble) so I scribbled in every page as fast as I could! Because I wanted to make my mum and dad happy.I would love to draw them a picture. But they like this better.I have been talking to a man on the stairs in the house.I see a mans face look down at me from the corner of the ceiling but I don’t know what it is.(because Dean Never knew of Ghosts or what they were! that’s why he didn’t fear it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1978 Teacher just asked me to go wash that grin off my face, I have just washed my face and walked back into the classroom , Don’t come in here until you wipe that grin of your face, I’m washing really hard, my face is really clean I can’t see a grin, this time the teacher lets me back in the classroom as I was not in a happy mood any more!Christmas Day is just a few days away! The teacher wants us to take down the pictures to take home.As I use this staple remover I notice a crunch sound on my head, I can feel a pair of scissors in my head from the girl near me who was also taking out staples.I then pulled out the scissors and kept quiet about the accident because I don’t want her to get in trouble by teacher.(Dean never told anybody because he totally forgot with the magic of Christmas near by)Chitty chitty bang bang is on tele the car is amazing , dad will you make us a car like that?Also I watched a scary movie today it had a yellow brick road and a scary green lady who melts with water. And the tree that came alive and they went to see the wizard of oz, he couldn’t even do any magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1979 it’s a great summer and dads made us a go-kart like chitty chitty bang bang there’s a drivers seat and a passenger seat, and on a sign at the side, it says: 5p to ride, 7p to drive, and soon we had paying riders, its was fun. Mum brings us all a home made lollypop and its really making my mouth water.Then a some passing kids asked where we buy them, I pointed to the house as I had a mouth full!Before we knew it my mum had kids buying ice lollies at the door! My mum sold small and large ones, 5p and 7pThey sold well even thou she never meant to sell in the 1st placeAlso we have the best ice cream lady in the world she sold us a ice cream on a cone with a rocket ice lolly stuck in. It was like a rocket that had crash landed in me ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going for a picnic today and I have my fishing net, we are walking through the deep grass, my mum, dad and brothers and sisters are all here walking together, its very warm and the skies are nice and blue. My mum is pushing my brother in his pushchair through the deep grass and suddenly a snake goes by the wheels and my mum looks scared, but the snake looks more scared, We are at the little stream now! My dad and my uncle are playing catch with my brother, uncle on one side of stream and dad on other, then my dad picked me up and throws me over to my uncle, then we went down stream a bit,Then we had our sandwiches near the tunnel that runs under the road from the stream, it was sandwich spread and we had some crisps, we shared a bottle of orange, then we went down to a deeper part of the stream, other kids are on big black rings, splashing and playing about, I had the water up to my shoulders and had a good play,After a short while I got out and dried off!We are packing away we can see dark clouds getting closer to us.Its starting to rain now, so we have gone in the woods near the road to shelter till it stops!I hear a howling sound in the distance, there it is again. We are all walking by the road in the heavy rain after dad decided it would not stop.I am walking with my head down and slightly behind my family. As I looked back to see how far we have walked I saw a lightning strike the gutter in the road where I had just walked seconds ago. I was just glad I was not hit! And just hoped we would get home safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAM:[I have been dreaming of a pet T-rex who lives in the hills towards the barrets estate, when ever I am in trouble he will come to the rescue. He would eat the bullies and take me home from school]Also in my dream I picked up a garden fork and pushed it up in the air. And it woken the giant. Then he would stomp all over the place.Also I discover that the footsteps I hear in my head were in fact just the sound of my heat beating.Dad has fetched a big dog and I hide behind my mum as I don’t want to get eaten,The dog is the same as the dog in the deluxe advert on tele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1980 my dad has taken Tasher to the kennels, he says it’s a holiday for dogs.Then we went on our holiday to clethorpes, we stayed in family tent. We have come home from holiday early, the house is a mess and the window glass is on floor. Mum will not let me see anything,When tasher came home she had lost her bark for a while.A man takes our photo in the front garden, the whole family including the dog. Then I see it in the local news paper, and mum said we got burgled and they took our TV and money out the meter, I shared a cracker with Tabby our cat in the tent in the garden. I clamped it with my mouth until it was short enoth for me to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAMS: I dream of monsters in my walls, they come out of a door between two doorways. I see a passageway through the door it turns to the right. I hear monsters walking closer, foot steps, as they come to get me!(a few Dreams later)I am dreaming them monsters again. But this time its my turn to be the monster. So I open the door and went to where the monsters were! In a dark room! And said this is my dream and now I’m a bigger monster than you.After that I never got chased in my dreams again,I just had the holes to deal with. They open up at the corners of the walls and at the sides of roads.The holes used to suck me down even if I wasn’t near them.I used to try and run away! The way I solved it was by finding a magic lamp and rubbing it.And out pops a genie. He said I had 3 wishes. So I wished I could fly as my 1st wish and I wished for all the powers of a genie, and for my last wish! I wish I can have 10000 wishes.So now when the whole shows up! I can just fly over them!I never wished the holes away! Because I can beat them now! And after a while the holes stopped being a there. Even thou I could fly! I never flew very high. I just hover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1981 My dad made a flag with the queen on. We went to town (Lincoln town centre) the streets are filled with thousands of people Waving their flags and cheering.It is a very wet day! And it is hard work to keep up with the adults!I can see a lady with white gloves on. She is waving and smiling. She looks towards me and waves.She is wearing a red outfit and she has a hat on.We are back at the house now! Glen my brother is playing on his plastic pedal car.He has got lots of snails out on the concrete. He drives over them all.All I can hear is crunch crunch crunch . I could not look easily because I love nature.Any he missed he stamped on.I was helping my dad with the garden, he wanted me to catch these long black beetles as the garden was infested. When I find them! They stick their backs up at me!I just grab it with my fingers, and it grabs me with its jaw.It hurts so much. I will never pick them up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1982 We are moving to Nottingham soon, I want to say good bye to my mates, but now its to late.My dad and my uncle Malc were driving to Nottingham and back in a van. They took me to Newark to play at my uncle kev’s house while they were busy moving.My uncle has a rabbit in the kitchen! But it was his dinner.I like rabbits as pets! But not food.Soon my dad fetches me and takes me to the Hyson Green flats.They have a lot of items to move in still! We have moved in with my Grandma for a while till we get a house to live in.So we start school at the other side of the flats.When I go down the ramps I see a dark place (old unused car park) I try to run past it. That place haunted me every time.My dad projected a projector at the Cricketers pub wall from room window.I am on the balcony above the flat. it is really wicked to see it this way!On Tuesday mornings there used to be a market right outside the front of the flats. I can see ever thing from the window. When they finish I go get cardboard and slide down the brick ramps. It is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1983 My brother is not home yet. My mum and dad have been looking everywhere for him and can‘t find him.I knock on Freds door . Have you seen my brother anywhere? Fred said no.I went with my mum and dad to the police station.They interviewed us together. I say to the police I have a feeling that Glen is in Freds house even thou he said he’s not.Working off the hunch the police went to Freds house and found My brother.And brought him home. Oh yes we pressed charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Some time later)we going to our new home on Brewster’s road today.We are walking for miles. My grandma brings the liquorish twigs to chew.Soon we come to a great big hill and at the very top we see our new home.The area is very tidy and clean and has plenty of parks nearby.And we have three grass hills by some steps where I can rolly polly all the way down.I can see really far over the houses. I like it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at my 1st day at the school at the bottom of the hill.Even thou I have never seen the faces of the others in my class before I feel I have.Everything that happened on this day was like massive da-ja-vu.I even could tell what others would say as their 1st words to me.It was a strange day! But I had to keep it to myself. As it was to strange to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1984 DREAMThe three hills became a great place for me to learn to fly. When I fly downwards my belly would tickle.Every time I try to show somebody in my dream that I can fly! I would say watch me fly mum or dad or to friends. But when I jump nothing happens. And they look at me as if I am mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1985 When I walk down corridor’s in the school I get high frequency sounds in my ears.But my friend does not hear it. I would to say to my friend we have computer in the class today. He used to wonder how I know! It was that sound.I started hearing it from TV’s and later (sky dishes when older) it used to lead to pains.Also that Christmas I won the card making contest. I was the only one to make my card with moving parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1986 We are going on a holiday with some group! But its not with the family.Just me glen and cheryle we are at skegness. My brother accidentally pulls off the snooker table pocket and hides the pocket under his pillow. We went out to the beach. I dig deep hole. Took 3 spades to dig as the spades kept snapping . When I stood in my hole with my head is just out the top. A friend pushes the sand in all around me trapping me in.It took about 20 minutes to get free with a bit of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1987 I am being chased up Brewster’s road by 2 lads from another school.They often would chase me to threaten me with their fists and that they want to beat me up.One other day as they chased me up! I stopped running and turned and faced them both.They tried to trip me over 1st but that never worked. Some how! I grabbed their arms and swung them into each other and walked away! As I looked back they were on the ground holding their heads.They never chased me again.I start new school Eliot Durum its really different that my other school.We have to go to different classrooms for science ,maths, RE, Art, woodwork, Drama, ect. . .I learn the burning of zinc and that it goes really bright, I loved science very much.But one day I dropped a glass triangle prism on the ground. A chip of glass shot off.I knew that they cost a lot of money! And never wanted to get the bill for a accident.So I had to act fast! I got the flat glass chipping off the floor and ran the sharp edge over my hand.So I told the teacher I cut myself on the prism and then dropped it.The cut wasn’t that deep. And I never got the bill for the damaged item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange things happened to me this year.I was laying in my bed looking towards the door. A very angry man came storming in the room. He grabs me and pulls me off the bed. And I really end up on the floor. Then he is gone.The next night it happened again. Exactly the same as before and about the same time.It was the 2nd time since my mum put my bed in the new spot in the room.So I decided to move the bed away from that spot myself.It never happened again. problem solved. didn’t tell anybody because it was to silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also that summer I attempted to get a apple from a tree. It was the only one of the whole tree that was left. I slipped and fell. I passed a few branches before I grabbed one that left me only a few inches from the spiky railings and below that was blackberry bushes and nettles. And on the branch I was holding onto had some kind of spiky ivy. I was so amazed that I got through that! Made me think I must have a reason for my life! As I have just had it spared.After that I used to do lots of dangerous things! As I felt I could do anything and I will be safe.Climbing buildings and hanging off sides of high places!Always daring myself to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1988 cross country running it the allotments in the rain is cool. When it rains the teacher says Cross Country Running and the others sulk. But not me! I smile!As I run the rain keeps me cool so I can run even more! And the mud splashes all over!Makes the shower a welcome place when I get back.I learn the different names of files in metal work today. The one that sound funny is the bastard file!So that evening when I got hot I said bastard in front of my dad! Just as he was about to tell me off!I said file. Bastard File. Do you have one dad?Then I got away with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved house again, we moved to a house near where my grandma used to live in the flats.Just around the corner and down a street.We lived 3 doors away from a chippy where ya could get a bag of chips for 15p.The sweet shop was only about 7 doors away. Where ya could get a bag of ChocolateLick for 10p (crushed up M’&amp;amp;‘M) Kelly my Yorkshire terrier was born. And I chosen the one that bites my nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1989 Now I am at Sandfeild.The new school is not doing me any good in the learning part.I left Elliot Durum so interested in learning. But this school messed it all up.I was the only English person in the class and the rest were Asian. There were about 7% of the school that was English.I wanted to get on with anybody.As long as I get to learn. The Asian boys use to gang up on me in the corridor. Even thou I beat them all at arm wrestle 5 or six were just to much for me!When I did runs around the school in Games. I never mean to be in front. I just ended up there.And they used to get me after school for winning.The teachers saw the lads messing in class, but never told them off!So I could not write anything or learn for about a year!In the end I had to leave that school because of the trouble!I taught Kelly W.A.L.K if I would say W Kelly would look up at me! If I say A she would tilt her head. L and she would stand up. K and she would waggle her tail and run about.I used to test her! Too by changing the K for another letter. She would just sit back down then. When Kelly gets out the house without a lead! She would run and run.She loved to explore. And bark at everybody. And chase bigger dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1990 I am now at Elis Guilford school. The trouble from Sandfeild was already giving me problems.Not only was I needing help to catch up.The Teachers were on strike a lot over pay and school funds were very low.In my last 2 years of school. I hardly got any homework. And my books were never marked!So I never knew if I were right or wrong.I was quietly suffering inside! Ashamed of telling anybody.Other kids were secretly smoking! And they tried to get me started!I thought why smoke! And be like them! I am what I want to be!When in the English lesson I was asked to read out into the classroom.I was reading well when my eyes went blurry for a few seconds on and off.And the timing of my eyes going blurry was on simple words.So the teacher would say the word filling in the gaps I missed.I never told the teacher that my eyes went blurry because it was an on and off thing.I didn’t think ya need glasses when you eyes only blur when reading.So the teacher put me in a special English class to learn.All the things they taught me were to simple! And I was again missing out on important knowledge that I could have had in the normal class.That summer I went to stay at my grandmas flat near St Ann’sI was walking along the side of a inland cliff edge!I slipped and fell and landed at the bottom.I struggle for my breath of air. About an hour of focusing and concentration I got myself together.I thought I was lucky I could get up.But only when I got back to school after the holidays during Games. I noticed a change in the way I was running.Something happened to my back from that fall. I had unlimited back trouble since then and onwards.And had to avoid games without telling anybody about my accident.I was so upset that I could not join in! but wanted to so much.I wrote letters from my mum to the teacher! To get me off games.I know it is a bad thing to do! But I was in too much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1991 In the final year of school. The only comfort I had in school know was Art and Music. I had trouble reading music fast enoth to play it. My eyes would go all over the place! And I loose focus very easy. So I had to work from ear when playing! I was in my own world. Painting surreal pictures to help express my sorry soul.I would paint at dinner and all breaks. And sometimes when I was meant to do Games I got myself secret art classesWhen the exams came up I was really in a panic. I knew I need to know more of things I missed!And if the exams are about what we are meant to have learned then what am I meant to have learned?I took all exams and then I left school and started working for Kwik-Fit.They sent me up Scotland on a training courses away from home six weeks at a time.About 6 months later after leaving school I went back to find out my results!1st I went to the art room to ask for my art! I was told it as gone! I was upset! Even thou I could paint them all again! As most of it was all out my mind.Then I went to the office and had trouble getting any results at all! Admin problems or something!The school was still suffering.I ended up leaving still not knowing if I passed anything or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;More of the LIve of Dean Bradford coming soon 1992-2007+&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep your eyes open and see what i have to offer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-4918634061226757437?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4918634061226757437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=4918634061226757437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/4918634061226757437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/4918634061226757437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/deans-intresting-life-from-zero.html' title='Deans Intresting Life from Zero +'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R2a2QJYRGDI/AAAAAAAAACk/waO9bGp2J1s/s72-c/true+story.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443187432835954612.post-4453340643960990703</id><published>2007-12-09T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:15:40.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories of our dreams'/><title type='text'>I will share my Dreams with you all very soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R1wNlnJwf_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxWi3ro_FGU/s1600-h/The+Earth+on+rhe+Edge+j.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141999814366494706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R1wNlnJwf_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxWi3ro_FGU/s200/The+Earth+on+rhe+Edge+j.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please leave a comment so i know im not writing just for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dreams are such a wonderful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443187432835954612-4453340643960990703?l=storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4453340643960990703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2443187432835954612&amp;postID=4453340643960990703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/4453340643960990703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443187432835954612/posts/default/4453340643960990703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesofourdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-will-share-my-dreams-with-you-all.html' title='I will share my Dreams with you all very soon'/><author><name>Dean Bradford</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108678871122389226680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ugzW37fLEd0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEU/Lbt1QmezKs0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5DTaLR8xcn8/R1wNlnJwf_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxWi3ro_FGU/s72-c/The+Earth+on+rhe+Edge+j.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
