<?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-19537689</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:58:53.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nite Life</title><subtitle type='html'>My dreams, my nite-time reality. take from it what you will.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertcwolter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19537689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertcwolter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>robertcwolter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551193545203233160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19537689.post-2482315443752719519</id><published>2008-03-21T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:31:16.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/21/08</title><content type='html'>I dreamt I was swimming competitively again. I was in a pool with a bunch of other swimmers and I was going at a pretty good clip. I felt like I could breathe really deeply and I was in a rhythm like no other. I remember the lighting being kind of yellow, like in those old gyms at the various YMCA's that I would compete in. The tiling was yellow and orange; more earthy tones that remind me of the southwest that picked up on the lighting.  It made me want to swim again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19537689-2482315443752719519?l=robertcwolter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertcwolter.blogspot.com/feeds/2482315443752719519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19537689&amp;postID=2482315443752719519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19537689/posts/default/2482315443752719519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19537689/posts/default/2482315443752719519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertcwolter.blogspot.com/2008/03/32108.html' title='3/21/08'/><author><name>robertcwolter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551193545203233160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19537689.post-8217923146023213976</id><published>2008-03-16T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:36:07.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/16/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Gawggj6i4c/R93nDiOAbXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lP2zlVLS5z0/s1600-h/45910009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178549194457116018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Gawggj6i4c/R93nDiOAbXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lP2zlVLS5z0/s320/45910009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you ever seen "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104691/"&gt;last of the mohicans&lt;/a&gt;"? of course you have. it stars daniel day-lewis as a half white/half native american who is caught in the middle of the chaos that was the revolutionary war. anyway that movie has nothing to do with the dream i had the other night, but the landscape and setting is the backdrop for what i dreamt. so picture the woods that daniel day-lewis and his costar were traversing through. lush greens, tall trees, leaves all around. i was walking with what i think were a bunch of my closest friends. were were walking on a trail that followed the base of the valley. all of a sudden i knew we were in trouble. i looked around and out of the trees up the hill came these &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zombie"&gt;zombie-like creatures &lt;/a&gt;that were set to kill us. i had an uzie in my hand and i calmly looked up at one of the zombies and fired a round into his head. i then yelled at everyone to "look out!!!" and i started to run. and it was a classic case of not being able to run fast enough. i kept saying to myself "don't stop, keep going, keep going..." as i struggled to get to some safe vantage points. as i made it to a tree i precariously peered around the bark of the tree i was behind and noticed another zombie. actually, several...they were all around. i knew that if i didn't make a break for the next tree i would never make it so i started to run as fast and hard as i could. i looked back, even though i told myself not to, and saw that a zombie had me right in his sights. i pointed my uzie up to defend myself and then...i woke up, breathing heavily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19537689-8217923146023213976?l=robertcwolter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Gawggj6i4c/R93nDiOAbXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lP2zlVLS5z0/s72-c/45910009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19537689.post-2473048844126012747</id><published>2007-11-03T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T09:12:22.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11/3/07 NEW POST!</title><content type='html'>it's been a while. but i've been having pretty vivid dreams lately and here is the one i had last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was down in north carolina vacationing with my family. we were in this brand new cookie cutter home which was nice but it didn't seem like it was a traditional place to vacation. anyway my sister and brother-in-law were there too. so i woke up one morning kind of late and when i went down to get breakfast and say hi to everyone there was kind of a commotion. apparantly Tom (brother-in-law) had driven the boat into a bridge or something. my grandma was the only other person in the boat with him and they both came away unscathed. but the boat was totaled. it didn't really seem to affect them that much. also, i remember katie eating this delicious fruit tart with strawberries and blueberries. we were going to split it but then she just ate the whole thing and i got really mad at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19537689-2473048844126012747?l=robertcwolter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertcwolter.blogspot.com/feeds/2473048844126012747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19537689&amp;postID=2473048844126012747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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I was in WWII and I was going for a blimp ride, a blimp like the one on the cover of Led Zeppelin II. We had to navigate over the ocean and it was very treacherous because there were German submarines that could attack us at any minute.  Halfway through the blimp ride I was summoned to the cockpit and who other than Tom Green was manning the blimp. This gave the dream a whole new twist. I was nervous to be navigating through enemy territory and elated that Tom was our captain. And he was being his old self, really hilarious and making jokes the whole time, all the while dodging bombs and torpedoes. I remember the horizon being a beautiful spectrum of purples and greys with lots of smoke from battles taking place below and clouds covering their show. As the dream progressed, Tom kept getting crazier and crazier, dipping the blimp into the water and making jokes the whole time. All of us on board were absolutely terrified but could not keep ourselves from laughing uncontrollably, like a rollercoaster ride, or a neglectful moment of reckless, joyess abandon. I was laughing so hard in my dream that I woke up with a huge grin and found myself trying to hold back the laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19537689-114610437994495770?l=robertcwolter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertcwolter.blogspot.com/feeds/114610437994495770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19537689&amp;postID=114610437994495770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19537689/posts/default/114610437994495770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19537689/posts/default/114610437994495770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertcwolter.blogspot.com/2006/04/42606.html' title='4/26/06'/><author><name>robertcwolter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551193545203233160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19537689.post-113384846456971410</id><published>2005-12-05T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:54:24.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/5/05</title><content type='html'>i was training a dog at the white house. i didn't know what kind of dog it was but i had the feeling it was a big one. so the first day went good and i remember the people at the white house being happy with me. we hung out in this den with red walls and fancy furniture with really nice upolstry and beautiful trim around the ceilings and walls. my boss's name was Sue if i recall. i went back the next day and this time i brought susan. i thought it would be fine, so we went and we got there and i introduced her to everyone and it seemed alright but then sue my boss got really angry, but not just regular angry, she was very sarcastic and biting. and she ran susan through some sort of security clearance system of which the screen was made out of a thin sheet of water. anyway susan was in trouble and had to leave so i gave her the keys to my car so she could wait outside and hang out in washinton while i trained the white house dog, which was named Prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19537689-113384846456971410?l=robertcwolter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertcwolter.blogspot.com/feeds/113384846456971410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>susan went to a U2 concert, and had backstage passes. i was staying home because i had work the next day or something but was somewhat jealous she was going. as the night went on i was sitting at home watching tv and thinking about different things and wondering what susan was doing. i wondered if she was getting really drunk, but thought, "nah, she has to work tomorrow". as soon as that thought had ran through my mind i got a phone call from her. she sounded really goofy and hyper and loud, and she told me she was on acid. i hung up on her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19537689-113359389922587404?l=robertcwolter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertcwolter.blogspot.com/feeds/113359389922587404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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