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		<title>Dream diary #1</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 21:39:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oh I had a scary dream last night, basically the whole world was sinking. For some reason me and a few others could turn water into ice for a little while to slide on. Also at some parts there were the big shelves that we could climb up. At the top of these shelves was [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh I had a scary dream last night, basically the whole world was sinking.  For some reason me and a few others could turn water into ice for a little while to slide on.  Also at some parts there were the big shelves that we could climb up.  At the top of these shelves was a message from a loved one with some advice.  It&#8217;s kind of weird because when I got to the top for the first time, there was a message from my mum saying she loved me very much and she had left in the note a pressed flower that was purple and sort of spiky.  It feels really symbolic but I don&#8217;t know what it could mean.  Another part of this dream was that there were lots of people I know in different roles.  At one point, I was running up some stairs but then the next set of stairs went down again (keep I&#8217;m mind I had to keep going up because the whole world was sinking at a rapid pace).  I gave up on this part of the island you might call it, and decided to finally swim.  We were swimming to New Zealand since in my mind it would be all okay and normal there.  It wasn&#8217;t.</p>
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