<?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-5443324322311725561</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:40:06.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G's Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5443324322311725561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gdreamz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>G Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18170592626127625256</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443324322311725561.post-6232302123773919405</id><published>2007-10-26T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:58:40.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank's Attic</title><content type='html'>Me and Nigel were climbing up a ladder into Franks attic. When we got up there, there were loads of old vitorian toys like jack in the box and wind up toys. Then we had to go down to meet Frank and Nick to watch TV. We couldn't go down the way we came up so we had to go down this really really small hole. I got really clostrophobic thinking about it but Nigel just went down and left me. I then woke up suddenly really scared and i had a strong clostrphobic feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5443324322311725561-6232302123773919405?l=gdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/6232302123773919405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5443324322311725561&amp;postID=6232302123773919405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5443324322311725561/posts/default/6232302123773919405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5443324322311725561/posts/default/6232302123773919405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gdreamz.blogspot.com/2007/10/franks-attic.html' title='Frank&apos;s Attic'/><author><name>G Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18170592626127625256</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-5443324322311725561.post-467302575765557046</id><published>2007-10-25T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T15:22:07.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Betty</title><content type='html'>I was working in te magazine that was in Ugly Betty. I went to a dinner party with my boss. There was our rival magazine boss there aswell. When we walked in to the restuarnt everyone clapped and cheered. Everyone loved us but when our rival came in everyone ignored him. We left and came back the next day except everyone loved him and not us. When we were sitting down he started boasting about it so my boss stood up and made this weird speech so I ran at our rival with a ham sandwhich and threw it at him. He laughed and we all had a big food fight. Then I grabbed a big mug of beer and threw in over him. Someone shouted out "That beer cost you £2,000!" He then got out a massive axe and said "I'll cut you to peices!!!" Then ran at me trying to kill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5443324322311725561-467302575765557046?l=gdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/467302575765557046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5443324322311725561&amp;postID=467302575765557046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5443324322311725561/posts/default/467302575765557046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5443324322311725561/posts/default/467302575765557046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gdreamz.blogspot.com/2007/10/ugly-betty.html' title='Ugly Betty'/><author><name>G Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18170592626127625256</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-5443324322311725561.post-4666396307388886456</id><published>2007-10-25T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T15:14:52.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Lodge</title><content type='html'>I was sleeping in a travel lodge when i had this dream. I was a a fence and i could see buffalo. A man started talking and saying "At this time of the year the buffalo are malting as you can see." He pointed to a buffalo with hardly any fur and then said "But some have not fully malted" Then he laughed an evil, miniacle laugh. This is the point were my dog jumped on me and licked my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5443324322311725561-4666396307388886456?l=gdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/4666396307388886456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5443324322311725561&amp;postID=4666396307388886456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5443324322311725561/posts/default/4666396307388886456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5443324322311725561/posts/default/4666396307388886456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gdreamz.blogspot.com/2007/10/travel-lodge.html' title='Travel Lodge'/><author><name>G Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18170592626127625256</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-5443324322311725561.post-5318283015292405359</id><published>2007-10-25T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T15:10:25.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo/Theme Park Trip</title><content type='html'>The school were at a zoo and me, Eric, Michael, Bryan, Hannah, Millie were in a theatre at the zoo. I can't remember the actuall performence but then we all got up and left. Then I realized I left my jacket behind so me and Michael went back to get it and then we saw Will making out with someone but i couldn't see who. Then we went into the theatre and we found my jacket. Then we were trying to find the others we were with and we came to this massive roller coaster. There was like a bomb hole or something next to it. I looked in and saw Will making out with a different girl which was Sophie. I said "Go Will three girls in one day!" For some reason i thought it was three. So I went to high five him and he respected my hand. Then i looked round and saw Millie being man-handled by this staff person. I thought she was in trouble but then i saw Eric and realized she was ill. I don't know how that makes her ill but oh well. Michael shouted to me to go and find Hannah and Bryan. We ran into this wooded bit and he was the other side of this river. I was running along and there were people but a feeling we were alone. Then i saw some mushrooms at the bottom of a tree but they had the bottom ends of strawberries coming out which was odd. Then just before we found Bryan and Hannah i heard my dad walking down the stairs but i was still in my dream. I thought no don't come in and wake me up, I don't want to wake up. He came in and said that we were having cooked breakfast so i made a weird moaning sound and thats the end of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5443324322311725561-5318283015292405359?l=gdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/5318283015292405359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5443324322311725561&amp;postID=5318283015292405359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5443324322311725561/posts/default/5318283015292405359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5443324322311725561/posts/default/5318283015292405359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gdreamz.blogspot.com/2007/10/zootheme-park-trip.html' title='The Zoo/Theme Park Trip'/><author><name>G Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18170592626127625256</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-5443324322311725561.post-3610528063383652836</id><published>2007-10-25T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T14:52:21.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About G's Dreamz</title><content type='html'>Hi I am G. I have lots of crazy dreams and I would like to share them with you. This is all I really have to say but I hope you enjoy them as mch as i do. Also I have changed all the names because I don't want you knowing who I'm dreaming about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5443324322311725561-3610528063383652836?l=gdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/3610528063383652836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5443324322311725561&amp;postID=3610528063383652836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5443324322311725561/posts/default/3610528063383652836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5443324322311725561/posts/default/3610528063383652836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gdreamz.blogspot.com/2007/10/about-gs-dreamz.html' title='About G&apos;s Dreamz'/><author><name>G Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18170592626127625256</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></feed>
