<?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-22787573</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:11:05.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>* Dreamy Ideas *</title><subtitle type='html'>A mix of floating thoughts, dreams and ideas...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114410287984228914</id><published>2006-04-03T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T01:38:52.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Regent's canal walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/Picture%2889%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 192px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/320/Picture%2889%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday late afternoon, finished work, evening plans cancelled, time free, sunny day. Thought I'd take a walk along the Regent's canal from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt; as I've never been more than 10 mins down the path and I didn't know where it led. It turned out to lead to Hackney and Hoxton, which I would have thought would take a lot longer to get to than the hour or so I walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this opportunity of being close to nature by texting four friends and calling three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed four people that smiled at me; I gave two half-smiles back. Two of the four were openly more bonkers than me, in a "I'm grinning at the world and saying 'hello' to the ducks" kind of way. One Arab man on a bike said "Yes!" to me. I didn't reply. One man had jaundice and his hair matched his face and made me think of curry. I passed approximately twenty more-yobbish-than-me people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/Picture%28100%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 165px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/320/Picture%28100%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But my friends, I felt hungry. Hunger inside my body. That strange and rare feeling I only experience about three times a year. A metallic feeling in my stomach it was. After all, I had only eaten one banana, one breakfast bar, one black coffee [okay, I drank it], one starbucks [sorry 3rd world] &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;egg&lt;/span&gt; mayo sarni all day. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;hunger my friends, and though it didn't &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;kill me&lt;/span&gt;, I did begin talking to myself. For some reason I found myself repeating the word 'Yowza' several times. I can't say what I meant by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually succumbed and put two pieces of chewing gum in my mouth, one on either side. As always when I have two pieces of gum at the same time, I tried not to join them in case they combined to make a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bomb&lt;/span&gt;. I think I saw that on James Bond when I was aged about seven, and ever since have never been able to eat two pieces of chewing gum without recalling this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/Picture%2892%29.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 194px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/320/Picture%2892%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed this somewhat ironicly named ex-pub who clearly didn't have a big enough one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114410287984228914?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114410287984228914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114410287984228914&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114410287984228914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114410287984228914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/04/regents-canal-walk.html' title='Regent&apos;s canal walk'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114383643057681752</id><published>2006-03-31T21:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T21:54:21.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>C4 School Admissions Documentary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/ch4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/320/ch4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[mailto:&lt;a href="http://us.f304.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=Tony.Dillamore@ricochet.co.uk&amp;YY=54749&amp;amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;view=a&amp;amp;head=b"&gt;Tony.Dillamore@ricochet.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My name is Tony Dillamore and I am a researcher on&lt;br /&gt;a Channel 4 Documentary about school admissions. I&lt;br /&gt;hope you do not mind me contacting you out the blue.&lt;br /&gt;For the past 5 months we've been filming various&lt;br /&gt;families around the country as they go through the process&lt;br /&gt;of applying for primary and secondary school places, including&lt;br /&gt;some who will be going to appeal to schools they didn't get in to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you are clearly aware, an increasingly common practice is that of&lt;br /&gt;parents attending churches in order to secure school places at affiliated&lt;br /&gt;faith schools. Our view is very much that the vast majority of these&lt;br /&gt;parents are forced into considering this option, against their will,&lt;br /&gt;whether they are agnostic or atheist. The simple fact is that faith&lt;br /&gt;schools continue to deliver results, and in areas where the alternative&lt;br /&gt;options are failing schools what other possible route is there than to&lt;br /&gt;suspend one’s personal beliefs in order to secure that priests’ reference&lt;br /&gt;and in turn that school place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing to you to ask if you know specifically of anybody who is&lt;br /&gt;currently considering, or has in the past considered, this ‘option’ for&lt;br /&gt;a decent, state funded comprehensive education. If you are not aware of&lt;br /&gt;any individuals perhaps you could point me in the direction of a group or&lt;br /&gt;website where I might better reach people who may be facing such a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As both a company and a production we are thoroughly versed in the&lt;br /&gt;requirements of filming topics of such contention. Any filming would of&lt;br /&gt;course be fully agreed with the potential contributor and our documentary&lt;br /&gt;will not be airing until October 2006 and therefore have no impact upon&lt;br /&gt;current school applications. If needs be we would be happy to interview&lt;br /&gt;people in anonymity if they felt more comfortable talking to us in this&lt;br /&gt;way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really are only a small crew - 3 people including a camaraman and are, at&lt;br /&gt;this stage, simply wishing to have a brief chat with people for whom this issue&lt;br /&gt;is a real concern. If you are at all interested, or can assist in any way do let&lt;br /&gt;me know and I can tell you more about our programme.&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Tony Dillamore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114383643057681752?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114383643057681752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114383643057681752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114383643057681752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114383643057681752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/c4-school-admissions-documentary.html' title='C4 School Admissions Documentary'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114374304724029039</id><published>2006-03-30T19:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:09:53.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Government wants to excuse oppression on religious grounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/areafree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/320/areafree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spencer Fitz-GibbonGreen Party executive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New equality laws look set to be weakened by a New Labour exemption clause allowing religious employers to sack people for non-conformity with their religious doctrine - for example because they are of the "wrong" religion, are atheists or are gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Independent on Sunday reports that the government considers it acceptable that an employer should discriminate "so as to comply with the doctrines of [their] religion - or so as to avoid conflicting with the strongly held religious convictions of a significant number of the religion's followers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Independent writes that the government introduced changes to excuse "discrimination against atheists or others who do not share the religious beliefs of their employer... following strong lobbying from evangelical groups. One of the biggest loopholes allows an employer to dismiss or fail to hire an individual if he is 'not satisfied' that they fit his own 'ethos based on religion or belief'." The Lesbian and Gay Christian Movement has said that the move would institutionalise homophobia in a way that "makes Section 28 look like a tea party".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some views from within the Green Party:&lt;br /&gt;"There is no justification, religious or otherwise, for discriminating against employees because of their sexuality" Darren Johnson AM, Leader of the Greens on the London Assembly and a vice president of the Gay and Lesbian Humanist Association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blair has betrayed the Lesbian, Gay &amp;amp; Bisexual community. This amendment has nothing to do with equality and everything to do with prejudice. Just when society had finally started to build bridges, Blair has turned the clocks back and confirmed our second-class status. This 'permission to discriminate', and the accompanying media attention, will stir up a climate of prejudice and fear, and make work a misery for many."Nigel Tart, Green Party spokesperson on Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender Issues. "Using 'religious-based' institutions as the starting point for an attack on individual people's well-established personal rights must be exposed for what it is - an undercover and highly dangerous attack on human rights. It is all too symptomatic of this government's lurch to the Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Green Party will continue to speak out against populist sentiments which deny our deepest human freedoms."Janet Alty, Green Party spokesperson on Responsibilities and Rights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114374304724029039?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114374304724029039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114374304724029039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114374304724029039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114374304724029039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/government-wants-to-excuse-oppression.html' title='Government wants to excuse oppression on religious grounds'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114345156105352491</id><published>2006-03-27T09:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T05:31:45.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More abortion - NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/320/closeup.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have American-styled anti-abortion idiots over here! [Well, just one so far]. A jolly good reason for more abortion is to reduce the chance of producing phony vicars like &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/religion/Story/0,,1740332,00.html"&gt;"James Dowson, a self-styled vicar, who is a former member of the Orange Lodge in Northern Ireland who uses tactics akin to animal rights extremists."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/religion/Story/0,,1740332,00.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's been commandeered by the American fools to target schools and doctors over here by publishing their addresses and encouraging a deluge of hate letters and emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like sending him a letter to tell him what a twat he is, you can write to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;James Dowson, The Life League, First Base, Trafalgar House, Piccadilly, London W1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or email:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;webmaster@uklifeleague.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/pope9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/400/pope9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114345156105352491?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114345156105352491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114345156105352491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114345156105352491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114345156105352491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-abortion-now.html' title='More abortion - NOW!'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114340090757521913</id><published>2006-03-26T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:50:08.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>March for freedom of expression: London, yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/Picture%2874%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 210px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/200/Picture%2874%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Freedom to make your own banner, as long as it didn't show the Danish cartoons! The police had 'words' with someone who had tried to display them. That was just the freedom of speech of the police though, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                                                          No sign of Micky Mouse though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/Picture%2856%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/200/Picture%2856%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/Picture%2870%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/200/Picture%2870%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The crowd looking very 'free'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/police.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/200/police.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Oops, it's the police filming the protestors. That's them expressing their freedom to film. No problemo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/Picture%2857%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/200/Picture%2857%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Old Aaron Barschak turned up to do a quick jig - otherwise known as the "Comedy Terrorist" [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mainly because he's more terrorfying than funny&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://marchforfreeexpression.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog for the march here&lt;/a&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/22787573-114340090757521913?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114340090757521913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114340090757521913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114340090757521913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114340090757521913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/march-for-freedom-of-expression-london.html' title='March for freedom of expression: London, yesterday.'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114313978747515422</id><published>2006-03-23T18:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:11:07.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Someone cheated on my fun run!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/levitate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/320/levitate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I did complete my first fun run a couple of weeks ago. It was 8k [5 miles] which I completed in 52.40 mins, otherwise known as 'not terribly fast'. But look at this revealing picture from the race! I did not realise fun-levitation was allowed! I'm enlisting David Blane as my new trainer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Here was my original email to my friends, and I'm pleased to say I raised a total of £16! {All from the same person}. I'm sure that is nearly enough bone for a little toe, which makes it all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello chums,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am doing my first ever 'charidee' (kinda fun) run on Sunday March the 5th 2006. It's only 8k, that's about 5 miles (not £8,000), so why not join me (and my friend)? Or come and laugh at me (and my friend)? Don't really, that'll put me off. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just letting you know to boast really and make you feel ashamed that you're not doing it too. Unless you are. If you like you can sponsor me by giving some money to the Anthony Nolan trust (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.anthonynolan.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bone marrow/ Leukemia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;) You can simultaneously guess how long you think it will take me, and I will give the closest-guessing winner a prize of something really cool and excellent, like an unwanted xmas present. (Though not a present that you gave me of course, because that was great. [If you didn't give me a present, why not? I love presents]). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To help you guess how long it may take me, I've estimated an hour. I hope I'm wrong because I really don't want to win the prize. I've only trained (jogged round the block) three times so far, but am determined to keep up this pace right up until the race. Unless it rains, or I feel like I can't be bothered any more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I inspired you? Here's a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.icmarrowfunrun.org.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;link to the race&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; in case you want to join me. (There's also a 3k run on the same day for lazy people [shame on them]). If you are going to send me money, please give it to me after the race in case I decide to spend it on crisps instead of bone marrow. Or in case I send another email in a week saying, 'ha ha, I was only joking about the running thing, sitting down is far superior'. But if you are going to guess my time, please do that before the race, for obvious reasons. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114313978747515422?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114313978747515422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114313978747515422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114313978747515422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114313978747515422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/someone-cheated-on-my-fun-run.html' title='Someone cheated on my fun run!'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114313913035328561</id><published>2006-03-23T18:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:10:17.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Microbes are the new creationists...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/microbes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/200/microbes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Life on Earth may have driven the evolution of the planet itself - microbes could have provided the chemical energy to create the Earth's continents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;LIFE on Earth may have driven the evolution of the planet itself. The idea is that ancient microbes provided the chemical energy to create the Earth's continents - a nod to the Gaia hypothesis, in which life helps create the conditions it needs to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;The theory would solve the puzzle of why the Earth's continental crust appeared when it did, and explain the presence of granite, a substance not found anywhere else in our solar system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;The Earth formed 4.6 billion years ago, coalescing as a homogeneous mass that in time separated into the discrete layers we know today: the core, mantle and crust, plus oceans and atmosphere. However, during the first 600 to 800 million years of Earth's existence there were no stable continents. The oldest vestiges of continental crust, which date from the Archaean aeon about 4 billion years ago, are in Acasta in north-west Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Original article care of &lt;a href="http://www.newscientist.com/home.ns"&gt;New Scientist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114313913035328561?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114313913035328561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114313913035328561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114313913035328561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114313913035328561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/microbes-are-new-creationists.html' title='Microbes are the new creationists...'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114306787653613233</id><published>2006-03-22T22:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:05:45.510Z</updated><title type='text'>Archbishop rejects creationism in schools</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/archbishop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/320/archbishop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have we come to when it's the Archbishop who talks more sense about creationism than our politicians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though his argument is of course a little dodgy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think creationism is ... a kind of category mistake, as if the Bible were a theory like other theories ... if creationism is presented as a stark alternative theory alongside other theories I think there's just been a jarring of categories ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I editted it slightly to make him sound more rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/religion/Story/0,,1735730,00.html"&gt;Full story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/22787573-114306787653613233?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114306787653613233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114306787653613233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114306787653613233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114306787653613233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/archbishop-rejects-creationism-in.html' title='Archbishop rejects creationism in schools'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114255303267707494</id><published>2006-03-16T23:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:55:45.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Nameless</title><content type='html'>While talking to a friend last night who has read my blog, he said that for people who don't know me they may get the impression that I am a loony, but in reality I am sane.  In light of this travesty,  I have written a very sane poem tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/crawly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/200/crawly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Dany, you've never been attacked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;You've never been broken into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;As an adult anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;So stop pretending life could get any better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Dany, you should be more grateful to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;and don't be ashamed that you'd like to lick concrete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;and that you live in a bony old shack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Dany, remember you are perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;and don't take nuclear war too personally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;The best thing I want for you is to not daydream so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;that you are magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;and can do plastic surgery  on people you pass in the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114255303267707494?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114255303267707494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114255303267707494&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114255303267707494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114255303267707494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/nameless.html' title='Nameless'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114246512876526195</id><published>2006-03-15T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:25:28.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Creationism to be in GCSE papers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mxb"&gt;     &lt;div class="sh"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;       &lt;!-- S BO --&gt; &lt;!-- S IIMA --&gt;     &lt;table style="width: 2px; height: 36px;" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;         &lt;!-- E IIMA --&gt; &lt;!-- S SF --&gt; &lt;b&gt;Creationist theories about how the world was made are to be debated in GCSE science lessons in mainstream secondary schools in England.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/education/4793198.stm"&gt;Full depressing article here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://education.guardian.co.uk/gcses/story/0,,1728236,00.html"&gt;and here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/22787573-114246512876526195?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114246512876526195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114246512876526195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114246512876526195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114246512876526195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/creationism-to-be-in-gcse-papers.html' title='Creationism to be in GCSE papers'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114229708673335110</id><published>2006-03-14T00:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:44:47.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Girl Cops?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/police%20girl%202.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/400/police%20girl%202.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight there was a TV programme on BBC1 called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'Girl Cops'&lt;/span&gt;. I switched on expecting to see that crazed children had infiltrated the police force, so imagine my disappointment to discover that the title was a complete misnomer. The programme was in fact about fully grown, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adult&lt;/span&gt; female police officers. How could this have happened? Could it be... could it be... blatant and shameful utter lowbrow archaic sexism? They would never put on a programme about male police officers called 'Boy Cops'. How fucking patronising can you fucking get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look! You can &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/cgi-perl/complaints/handle_complaint.pl"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;complain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here in just a baby, not fully grown, moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114229708673335110?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114229708673335110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114229708673335110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114229708673335110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114229708673335110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/girl-cops.html' title='Girl Cops?'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114228272576504992</id><published>2006-03-13T20:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:45:29.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Hair today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/Hair%20-%20from%20behind%20left.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 177px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/320/Hair%20-%20from%20behind%20left.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at two people in the lecture hall from behind, and thinking how similar their hair is. I wonder, if they wake up in the morning with each others hair, will they notice? I think they will but I don't know how quickly or how they'll make sense of it. Would they tell people that they've woken up with someone else's hair? Would they think they must have made a mistake and not have noticed the quality of their hair before? Would they go to the doctor [or hairdresser] or be scared of being thought of as mad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114228272576504992?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114228272576504992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114228272576504992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114228272576504992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114228272576504992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/hair-today.html' title='Hair today'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114228124407420032</id><published>2006-03-13T20:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:32:57.933Z</updated><title type='text'>It's good to express anger I've heard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/evd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/200/evd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so angry at Exxx and Sxxxxx, mainly Exxx. [Even though it’s all Sxxxxx's fault.] I really don’t think I've ever been so angry in my life. Certainly not for such a sustained period. Or maybe I was, I was angry at Simon for many years. It felt similar actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry because I feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; powerless. I'm not really used to feeling powerless. There was always something I could do to get things to be in my favour or at the very least, fair. But Exxx is swivelling on her power like a big fat dildo and thoroughly enjoying needlessly making me stay in this subordinate position. There is absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no reason&lt;/span&gt; for her to do it except to lap up the power she has. She is needlessly spiteful. She has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no reason whatsoever &lt;/span&gt;apart from that she must enjoy being mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she allows me to cut the ties with her, once she releases me [and she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has &lt;/span&gt;to one day, however long she prolongs it], the bitch, I'm going to do her. I'm going to do her up like a kipper, or however the expression goes. I'm going to lightly and ever so politely write an article about her antics and have it printed in the most prestigious journals. The journals where she sucks her lifeblood from the meek who worship her. She has been queen of the exi-fucking-stential jungle too long! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Move over Queeny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114228124407420032?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114228124407420032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114228124407420032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114228124407420032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114228124407420032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-good-to-express-anger-ive-heard.html' title='It&apos;s good to express anger I&apos;ve heard'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114194099084034081</id><published>2006-03-09T21:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:49:50.873Z</updated><title type='text'>This is not a poem</title><content type='html'>Psychopaths gesture to me.&lt;br /&gt;They give me signals.&lt;br /&gt;And symbols.&lt;br /&gt;Psychopaths think they can pick up signals and symbols&lt;br /&gt;of things with greater meaning;&lt;br /&gt;they also give signals to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t just see the psychopaths.&lt;br /&gt;I pick up on their distorted world.&lt;br /&gt;I feel vulnerable to psychopaths&lt;br /&gt;like they can trap me in their world&lt;br /&gt;because they know that I know their world.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least it feels to me as though they do.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though they pick on me&lt;br /&gt;because they know I’m susceptible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people are ‘seeing’ another world from that of reality,&lt;br /&gt;I just look at them&lt;br /&gt;and somehow I can see their world.&lt;br /&gt;I fear I could fall straight in.&lt;br /&gt;When I see their worlds,&lt;br /&gt;they recognise me&lt;br /&gt;And give me the signal&lt;br /&gt;Trying to lure me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never gone further than a few sentences with most psychopaths&lt;br /&gt;since I’ve been an adult (real adult).&lt;br /&gt;But I was almost always living in someone’s distorted world&lt;br /&gt;where nothing fitted&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child&lt;br /&gt;I was living in my own distorted world.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I was drugged.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not actually sure.&lt;br /&gt;It seems I was on drugs as a child.&lt;br /&gt;Unless it was my mind creating dreamy altered realities as a way of coping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give people the signal&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child&lt;br /&gt;But no one ever did anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114194099084034081?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114194099084034081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114194099084034081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114194099084034081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114194099084034081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-not-poem.html' title='This is not a poem'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114184874677032807</id><published>2006-03-08T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:12:26.786Z</updated><title type='text'>Near Death Experiences</title><content type='html'>When I was about 13 I had a near death experience and this is what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a pitch black tunnel slowly moving towards a bright light at the end. The light felt wonderful, and I knew that if I reached it I would die and it would feel great - like a complete release from all the tension I have from simply being alive. But as I started moving towards the light a voice said to me "Are you sure there's nothing left in your life that you wanted to do first?" It was my voice. I thought about it and realised that there were some important things, so I came back, and didn't die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this experience I hadn't come across the whole 'white light at the end of a tunnel' thing before, so I wasn't influenced by other people's stories. But years later I saw a video of a born again christian saying that he rediscovered god because of a near death experience he had. When he described it, it was identical to my experience, except that for him the voice that asked him if he had anything else he wanted to do on earth was the voice of god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For him this confirmed there was a god. But he had been brought up a christian, although had since turned against it, whereas I had been brought up an atheist, so there was no question that the voice was my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114184874677032807?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114184874677032807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114184874677032807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114184874677032807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114184874677032807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/near-death-experiences.html' title='Near Death Experiences'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114175486808198219</id><published>2006-03-07T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T18:07:48.083Z</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Jebus loves you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/JesusChildren_350x570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/400/JesusChildren_350x570.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114175486808198219?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114175486808198219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114175486808198219&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114175486808198219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114175486808198219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/ah-jebus-loves-you.html' title='Ah, Jebus loves you...'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114175434283814749</id><published>2006-03-07T17:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T18:00:58.040Z</updated><title type='text'>Strange random overheard conversation: 2</title><content type='html'>Two women on the tube:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"What about your mum, what would she say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; "Oh my mum's useless... All she says is 'Oh you have to live your life exactly as you like'. I mean,         what use is that? She doesn't understand how complicated it is." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, most people would want a mum who said they should live their life exactly how they want, but this woman still found fault with it. She'll probably purposely be the opposite for her children by imposing strict ideas. Silly cyclical psychology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114175434283814749?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114175434283814749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114175434283814749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114175434283814749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114175434283814749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/strange-random-overheard-conversation.html' title='Strange random overheard conversation: 2'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114175370354949569</id><published>2006-03-07T17:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T17:48:23.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Itchy cold hairs</title><content type='html'>Wondering about the evolutionary cause for the little hairs inside my nostrils to make me want to itch them, and I think it's the lil cold and flu bugs that flew passed, and are sitting there wanting to nestle deeper inside in the moistness, so they give off itchy chemicals so I itch and in so doing push them in further where they can breed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single thought, single sentence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114175370354949569?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114175370354949569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114175370354949569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114175370354949569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114175370354949569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/03/itchy-cold-hairs.html' title='Itchy cold hairs'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114104510777217102</id><published>2006-02-27T12:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:58:27.773Z</updated><title type='text'>Live Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always promised myself that I would live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything would change this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I held on to this thought as so precious, so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’d live in a new family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’d be a perfect girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People ask me why I can’t move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stand still, as I always did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a trance of my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoping that one day my dream will take me over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I’d be back to the beginning to do it all again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought that things would change in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But everyone passed by and forgot about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I live in static now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not brave enough to let my life catch up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t want to move in case I brake my fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But all my dreams, like stones, must sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're not reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I must blow my memories away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And watch my life go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To fall into its rightful place in history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I wrote this ^ about 10 years ago, since then you'll be thrilled to know that I have moved on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114104510777217102?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114104510777217102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114104510777217102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114104510777217102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114104510777217102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/02/live-again.html' title='Live Again'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114104474518327237</id><published>2006-02-27T12:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:52:25.193Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/Kopeckys_350x376.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/400/Kopeckys_350x376.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114104474518327237?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114104474518327237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114104474518327237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114104474518327237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114104474518327237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114104254354698453</id><published>2006-02-27T12:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:15:43.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like the yellow street light on that red brick house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With lots of corners and no windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The traffic sounds are far enough away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I can feel quite quiet inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The air is so wintry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't breathe it in enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can't get cold enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I'm wearing too many jumpers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel I might fall backwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the stony cosy pavement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's only my light-headed fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Making me dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My body trembles all the time - I like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114104254354698453?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114104254354698453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114104254354698453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114104254354698453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114104254354698453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/02/yellow-light.html' title='Yellow Light'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114098716936887615</id><published>2006-02-26T20:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:52:49.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Mice dream</title><content type='html'>There were two little mice that were scurrying about. Someone told me to catch one of them so I did. As I looked at it I saw that it was injured very badly. It’s whole back was coming away from it. For some reason I kept touching it’s back although I didn’t want to, but I was trying to check the injury. I realised each time I did this it put the mouse in even more pain. Then it’s whole fur and skin on its back were coming away from it’s bones, and then even the bones were coming away from it’s body. It was a bit gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I woke up I thought, 'I know that mouse, I really know it, like it's an old friend…but who is it? Then I realised, very strangely, that it's the mouse button [literally] on my computer keyboard. I had seen it was wearing away the evening before.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114098716936887615?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114098716936887615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114098716936887615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114098716936887615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114098716936887615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/02/mice-dream.html' title='Mice dream'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114097979152063386</id><published>2006-02-26T18:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:49:51.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Strange random overheard conversation: 1</title><content type='html'>Two women were talking excitedly as they passed me. One said to the other,&lt;br /&gt;'Oh we must go to this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful &lt;/span&gt;Holiday Inn for a drink.'&lt;br /&gt;The Holiday Inn is not remotely beautiful, and rather resembles a converted petrol/gas station.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114097979152063386?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114097979152063386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114097979152063386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114097979152063386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114097979152063386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/02/strange-random-overheard-conversation.html' title='Strange random overheard conversation: 1'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114097811048452398</id><published>2006-02-26T18:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T18:14:48.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Camden tube, London</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/1600/camden%20tube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 333px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4836/2323/400/camden%20tube.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Shortly after an innocent man was shot to death on the tube for looking Asian/Muslim. He was from Brazil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114097811048452398?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114097811048452398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114097811048452398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114097811048452398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114097811048452398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/02/camden-tube-london.html' title='Camden tube, London'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114089352215753234</id><published>2006-02-25T18:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-25T18:52:02.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Dream is mean</title><content type='html'>I stood out of the way of everybody else. I was squeezing myself into the corner of a wall overlooking a river, because I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I had no where to stay and I hoped that I could just stay here for the night with no one noticing me. But then a naked homeless guy who was a heroin addict came up to me and said that where I was standing was his home, then he tried to squeeze into my corner to budge me out. When I wouldn't move he stabbed me in the ankle with his heroin needle. He was HIV positive, so I knew that I now was HIV positive too, and I had to get to doctor quickly if I wanted an antidote. But it was about 5.30pm on a Saturday so I knew it would be hard to find a doctors open, and anyway they all have waiting lists that went on for weeks. But I did find one just before it closed and I told the woman doctor what happened. She said that that corner was that man's home and I had no right to take it. I couldn't believe she was annoyed with me, when I hadn't done anything wrong. And I thought that 'I am also in need, I don’t have a home either'. I was annoyed because I had covered up my need so well that no one could tell. He just made his needs obvious so everyone would help him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114089352215753234?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114089352215753234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114089352215753234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114089352215753234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114089352215753234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/02/dream-is-mean.html' title='Dream is mean'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114089256986053082</id><published>2006-02-25T18:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-25T18:36:09.866Z</updated><title type='text'>Humans?</title><content type='html'>If I were to write a philosophy book, I'd call it 'Humans... no thanks!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114089256986053082?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114089256986053082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114089256986053082&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114089256986053082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114089256986053082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/02/humans.html' title='Humans?'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114064518744807050</id><published>2006-02-22T21:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:23:38.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Dissolve royalty</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning thinking how I could create a following for those of us who'd be willing to officially change our names to HRH King or Queen ... then our real names... Windsor. The idea would be that the more of us that were called Prince &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah blah&lt;/span&gt; Windsor, the more dilluted the royal family would become and their titles would be no big deal, and so they would dissolve. Who wants to go first?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114064518744807050?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114064518744807050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114064518744807050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114064518744807050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114064518744807050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/02/dissolve-royalty.html' title='Dissolve royalty'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114054805141483648</id><published>2006-02-21T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:23:06.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Mindfullness...</title><content type='html'>~ When I close my eyes I can see intricate images on the insides of my eyelids, that are like unique animated visualisations. They are totally independent of my will, and are creations I could never have imagined otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I find it relaxing to design tunes in my mind, and when I sing them the tickling in my throat feels emotionally satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I believe that life is meaningless, which is a thought that inspires me daily to act even in the face of fear, and create my own sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I'm on a fulfilling, yet never-ending journey of personal development which involves me taking every opportunity to question, and open up to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ There are various qualities which I try to embody, and look for in the people I associate with. These include vitality (which means full of life and is the opposite of cynicism), integrity (which means doing what you say you are going to do, whatever it takes), intelligence (which means being able to grow and adapt), logical (which means rejecting spiritual, religious, astrological and other similar beliefs), illogical (which means able to use intuition and natural sense even when there is only phenomenological experience to go by).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Being "laid-back" or "easy-going" does not appeal, as I'm sure there is enough time for laying back in the coffin. Sitting upright to the presence of life is what I find inspiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22787573-114054805141483648?l=dreamycomfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/feeds/114054805141483648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22787573&amp;postID=114054805141483648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114054805141483648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22787573/posts/default/114054805141483648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycomfort.blogspot.com/2006/02/mindfullness.html' title='Mindfullness...'/><author><name>Dreamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257720734084379456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/9918/320/tinge%20of%20blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787573.post-114054518416016893</id><published>2006-02-21T17:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:41:42.653Z</updated><title type='text'>Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My idea of fun is stuff like staring at one spot for a long time to see how it changes my perception; talking for ten minutes with every word starting with the letter 'B'; swimming into a feeling and describing it in 3D; designing the best tube system in the world in my mind; trying to talk backwards; eating 12 pears in a row; pretending I'm blind; calling up talk radio stations in a funny accent; writing a poem about someone I've just met; joining in someone's conversation on the bus; stroking a tree; trying to decipher the secret communication of sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; ~ Things people regularly say to me: You are so silly. I can understand why men find you intimidating. You are very passionate about your beliefs. What time is it? You crack me up. You look familiar. You're a good singer. You're outrageous. Shall we meet for a coffee? I love your hair. What does this mean? Is that your real name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; ~ Things people have never said to me: You are boring. You're the nicest person I've ever met. You're so tidy. You're normal. You don't know much about existentialism. Have you ever jumped in a volcano? Do you think infinity is redundant? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; ~ Things I regularly say to people: No thanks, I'm a vegetarian. Do you want to come to this public lecture later? Let me tell you about the dream I had last night. Can I have some of your chocolate? Did you wash your hands after going to the loo? Why are you looking at me strangely? I'm allergic to Quorn. I want to have babies. Do you think I need therapy? You're boring me now. I wish I were the love child of Germaine Greer and Jonathan Miller. I can't ride a bike. Cool. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; ~ Things I never say to people: Believing in god is understandable. Can I borrow some money? Let's have anal sex. I loved the Da Vinci Code. I'm so pleased Blair is our leader. What star sign are you? I describe myself as easy going and laid back. Men are better than women. I read Heat magazine. Who won the cricket? Let's go to Kentucky Fried Chicken. 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