<?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-7278343942394508231</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:19:06.686-05:00</updated><category term='tumblr'/><title type='text'>brain thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was up in a really tall building and this girl and i were having a sleep over. she took a pill before bed and then (like the man in that one joke zombie movie we watched maybe a month ago) she grew another head out of her neck and then it split into another person right beside her. there was a good one and a bad one and i knew that in reality neither was fully good or fully bad, they were both bad. so i felt really unsafe and i ran down the stairs and out of the building. i ran to my middle school and into the first floor bathroom because i was going to throw up but then i realized i ran into the boys bathroom. so i held the vomit in my mouth and ran down the hall into the girls bathroom. and there were people in it, so i threw up in the sink. for like at least 2 minutes. but not like one throw up after another, it was like in team america where the vomit is just coming out of the guys mouth like a geyser. straight down into the sink. i could FEEL IT coming out of my mouth, feel the chunks. which is absolutely disgusting i know but i knew while i was sleeping that i could feel it coming out of my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there was another part where i was at this hotel with some guy who i knew was supposed to be my friend. and we had been friends for a really long time. but i didn't trust him anymore because i knew he was possessed by some sort of ghost or demon or something. i knew this because this small girl who was about 5 kept coming around every time we were in a group of people. but he never introduced her or acknowledged she was there. no one else could see her but me and him. he would do these really weird things like tell us all to get in the hot tub while he scratched everyone on the back with a chain saw. but NO ONE ELSE thought it was weird, they just thought it was funny. and i kept saying no, no thanks. i don't think its safe to have electric machinery in water. i knew he was trying to trick everyone into getting electrocuted. but every time i thought i caught him, he quit doing what he was doing and then everyone kept trusting him. and then sometimes the whole hot tub would disappear and so would the girl. but then at one point i tried killing him (my friend) and he got really weird and his voice went really low and he said I NEED TO SWIM NOW really slowly, so then we went to this other hotel place and there were all these pools and the girl came back and she was following me and i said this is stupid i'm waking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-8251757225017300299?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/8251757225017300299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-2917564847774332644</id><published>2010-09-28T11:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T11:42:17.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>turnip rock, mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/TKIMiPxs2AI/AAAAAAAAAJk/D53evIBzRuw/s1600/34737_436259098123_558048123_5321595_931762_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/TKIMiPxs2AI/AAAAAAAAAJk/D53evIBzRuw/s400/34737_436259098123_558048123_5321595_931762_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521989875599726594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mostly i've done things like this since i've been back in america.&lt;div&gt;it feels good to see wonder everywhere you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-2917564847774332644?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/2917564847774332644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/09/turnip-rock-mi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2917564847774332644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2917564847774332644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/09/turnip-rock-mi.html' title='turnip rock, mi'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/TKIMiPxs2AI/AAAAAAAAAJk/D53evIBzRuw/s72-c/34737_436259098123_558048123_5321595_931762_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-193747998247211898</id><published>2010-06-24T16:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:26:13.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>coming to america</title><content type='html'>i have been back in the states for 4 days now. i have been able to sleep for a total of 9 hours since my return. it seems my body has forgotten how to function. this means no dreams. plenty of day dreams though. almost all are about going back to new zealand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-193747998247211898?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/193747998247211898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/06/coming-to-america.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/193747998247211898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/193747998247211898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/06/coming-to-america.html' title='coming to america'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-5216995792121428694</id><published>2010-06-18T17:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:14:38.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reunions</title><content type='html'>i was standing on the side of my car leaning against it and had my feet up on the curb balancing myself. alex came around the side and he was wearing a red sweater. we said our hellos and then we turned around and were in a department store isle and he was showing me this chocolate bar that had my name on it. it was kind of bizarre and there was this piece that moved on the bottom of the package. he told me it was an optical illusion but i didn't get it, plus the candy was called the leelee which was just confusing. i looked over in the store and saw a group of people all wearing black outfits. then i saw my dad walk by wearing a red sweater. i told alex i would be right back and went to go say hi to my dad. he was carrying a deformed child and then handed it to someone and hugged me. he looked a few years younger and also a lot happier. there was a man standing behind him also wearing red. which i knew was my dad as well, but a much older more angry version of himself. he looked sad to see me, but more so sad for me to see him like he was. then the dad that i hugged said he had to go back to work but that i should find my mom. she came around the corner and was wearing a red shirt. she looked happy and shorter than i remember her. she told me that the ymca had started doing hot yoga and that she had done it every day for the last 7 weeks. i said get out of town !!! i wanted to find a place to do hot yoga when i got back mom! she took me into the class and it was really weird. there was pumpy music and everyone was dancing in a really hot room and doing yoga inspired dance moves, but it was definitely not hot yoga. but my mom looked so happy doing it i decided just to support her but also sneak out the door. then i went back to the mall and looked in the crowd to find alex in his red sweater sitting where i left him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-5216995792121428694?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/5216995792121428694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/06/reunions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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parties that my parents always made us go to. we were all going to go kayaking at this place called hole in the rock. and it looked really beautiful, i could see it from where i was standing. it looked like everything was made out of cardboard, like we were on the set of a middle school production, except there were waterfalls and everything had moss on it. the sun was making the rocks shine purple. joe and i were going to be partners and each group got note pads that they could write on. i wanted to bring my camera but i remember thinking joe will probably tip us over and my camera will be ruined. so i brought the note pad instead. i was looking through it and i saw my own handwriting. and i remembered writing that in another dream i had a really long time ago. i showed joe what i wrote and then i flipped the page and i saw his handwriting. it was really neat and also a really weird feeling remembering a dream while i was dreaming. joe jumped off this rock and it all moved and i got that feeling that it was a prop for something again and we were hanging from the ceiling on strings. i'm not sure really. but the lighting was really pretty and i jumped off the rock too onto the cave thing below us and my foot landed in the water but it felt really good and i kept thinking this is going to be a really great day. then my dad gave me a camera that he found. he said it used to be my grandpas but he had dropped it. it was a disposable so i looked at how many exposures were left and it said 500. i took a picture of a muffin on the table and then i wound the film and it said 900 left. my dad wanted to take it back and throw it away but i kept playing with it and then the next time i looked it said 200 and then went back up to 500. it was fun though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-7288780833650035507?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-6534436686457036159</id><published>2010-06-06T16:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:52:16.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>retainer in</title><content type='html'>i was back in the states and had just seen a lot of people that i loved. we were at some museum and i needed to get something out of my car or go up a few floors so i took the elevator. i got in the elevator and was looking at my feet just like always. i heard someone saying how is this going past floor 4 there are only four to begin with. and all we realized we were going through the roof and that the elevator was broken. everyone got nervous and a lot of people were panicking. the elevator started to tip to the side and i could see the sun setting over a city in the distance. the colors were really bright orange, reds and purples. i was thinking a mile a minute and kept saying please not today i just got back, i haven't even done anything yet. everyone in the elevator was praying and scared. then i thought if i am going to die, if i am really going to be dead i don't want to spend my last moments alive worrying and pleading. so i started saying thank you for this, thank you for that, the color of the sky is really pretty right now. some woman was holding my hand. then all of the sudden we were not in danger anymore. everyone in the elevator realized that it was part of an exhibit and after floating in this elevator for a few more minutes around the city we were returned to the museum in the same elevator shaft that we got in before.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i was in eastern hills and i saw katie and marlee and cried a lot. we were all hugging each other and we knocked over tables and chairs and ended up rolling around the ground laughing. and i said this is funny but i hope this doesn't really happen when its real because that would hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i was in another museum on a field trip and i tried eating a colored pencil because it said it was purely made out of fruits and vegetables. but i got a sliver on my tongue and it kind of hurt and felt really weird at the same time. i told my teacher i didn't want to do media studies with my life so i got up and left the field trip and went sledding with no sled outside in the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-6534436686457036159?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/6534436686457036159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/06/retainer-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/6534436686457036159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/6534436686457036159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/06/retainer-in.html' title='retainer in'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-1028520867567521211</id><published>2010-05-31T17:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:27:18.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>boring short ones</title><content type='html'>i dont remember much of any of these but i feel like i had a million dreams last night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was at school and we were having class in one room all together in the basement. i had tripped on something out in the hall earlier that day and broke my left wrist. i had a blue cast. my teacher kept giving me attitude and saying that i was a no good kid and the reason why i broke my arm is because i didnt care about school enough. i tried to stand up for myself but my teacher was giving me the silent treatment and i no matter what i said i just looked like a complete idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was in a grocery store with my mom and dad. we were all fighting and really hostile towards each other. my dad told me i couldn't go back to school in the fall because it was too expensive and food wasn't, and shouldn't be a necessity. i saw this one column of food and there was a piece of paper with my name on it. it was a letter that said i had received a scholarship  from the school and all this food was free and mine so everything would be okay. i read it over 3 times to make sure it said what i thought it did. i tried to get my dad to come over and read it but he kept yelling at me and saying that i needed to grow up. and i couldn't get my point across and it was so frustrating. my mom came over and tried to get us to work things out but she wouldn't read the letter either and i was just completely upset and done with them. i tried to leave but my mom kept saying i needed to understand where my dad was coming from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was going to australia with friends and joe and i were supposed to be sitting near each other. my mom bought the tickets all weird to save money and when i looked at my ticket i was taking 4 flights to get over there, and each layover was an entire day long. so i would be getting there way later than everyone else. joe tried to get me some chips but they didn't have any at this one place and he ended up missing the flight. i was sitting in between two morbidly obese people and i could feel myself in real life being smooshed and uncomfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-6055226717237777290</id><published>2010-05-26T19:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:16:13.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>music video</title><content type='html'>i was rollerblading down the street with headphones on and there was a song that was playing really loud. the lyrics were "i was a freaky dude, what can i say. mom did all my laundry, dad put them away. i was a freaky dude this much is true, blaksdjfasdfj asldfkjsdf"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; i kept thinking 'how did i not just get hit by a car at that intersection' every time i went through one without looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the song was by marky mark and it was called 'freaky dude'. it was like a story about him growing up and rearranging his closet every time he got sick of it. and then when he moved out he still rearranged it sometimes for when he would come back and visit his mom. and then i saw the music video and it was like marky marks closet throughout the ages and i saw what kinds of clothes he had and one time he owned 30 grey hoodies that were all the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel weird about this dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-6055226717237777290?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/6055226717237777290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-3191326547077930190</id><published>2010-05-25T13:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T13:33:53.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>too much rain</title><content type='html'>i am laying in bed thinking about lamps.&lt;div&gt;and future bedrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the importance of a desk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and old quilts that i hope get passed down to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how love at its simplest form is equally as powerful and true as complex love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is 5:30 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a presentation in 4 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should be sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-5250662148400644039</id><published>2010-05-24T18:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:41:50.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what</title><content type='html'>i was in someones house and martha stuart was there. but she looked like oprah winfrey, but i knew it was martha. my friend told her that the combination of butter and sugar was a great combination but all we had were peanut butter and eggs. her face lit up and she ran downstairs. i followed her to the basement. she had three HUGE tupperwares full of cookies and treats and when she wasn't looking i tried one and it was delicious. then i saw a dumpster full of rotten bananas being dumped into a lake and i didn't know what that meant. i went into a closet and found all these old art nouveau books. i tried to hold a bunch but they were too heavy. my mom told me to bring all the mattresses upstairs to throw away. there were 4. i tried to convince her that i would need one at school but then she said it would be okay and that the fruit bundle i had was rotten but i could get another one at the store. i looked down and she was right. i was holding a lot of different kinds of fruit and it was terrible and rotten and i had to throw it away. i was very upset and i couldn't stop saying ''the field trip is RUINED, MOM''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-5250662148400644039?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/5250662148400644039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-5381355189300748626</id><published>2010-05-24T18:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:43:36.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>warp</title><content type='html'>i was in this cabin sort of thing with katie and alex and we were preparing ourselves to go outside. to the alternate universe. it is dangerous out there. gravity shifts without asking. each of us have jobs in the outside world. we go out the door. we are outside. it looks like one very large room and there is a ceiling and walls.  everything is made of metal and has plastic nobs and buttons in different sizes. katie and i float heavily to this one cylinder and sit inside of it. we begin frantically pushing the buttons and colors light up inside of them. we are pushing the same ones over and over. alex floats down to us. he is wearing a spacesuit but no helmet. he is floating above us. his job is to push one specific button on the ceiling. he did it already. we decide to go back inside because our jobs are done. we're talking about this alternate universe with each other. wondering what we would be doing in real life at the very same moment. we find someone familiar and we sit down next to them. after a few minutes of talking to them about our new lives. they say '"really though, how high are you guys.''&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then our eyes adjust and we are sitting in a food court. and we are wearing plastic tubes and weird costumes. we realize that it is not an alternative universe at all and but actually a shopping mall. we laugh about it. a lot. because we are high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-5381355189300748626?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' 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"went for a walk. as i'm writing this you are asleep and you are all pouts which makes me want to kiss you but i don't want to wake you up so i am resisting. look for me outside the window.'' i go to the window and i see him far away. i think oh thats about a 45 minute walk. but then i remember another way. i climb out of my window and look down. i slide my legs on the side of the house and slide down the tower. however i turn my hips very slightly i can change the way my body slides. i stay very stiff and float down the side of my house. raising my hips i float upwards over the hill and down left and right until i get to alex. he said he found a bunch of my friends that had been visiting. most of them left except one small boy who ran atop the hill towards the tower when a lion had eaten all the townspeople. i didn't know what that meant or anything at all but i went along with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we met up with my friends in a field near a gas station parking lot. the survivors from the attack. they were talking about it all, being attacked and everything. i told them that sleeping outside is a dangerous thing unless you are in new zealand because there aren't any animals that are dangerous. jacob told me i didn't know what i was talking about because sleeping in the ocean is a very dangerous thing. i decided none of the boys would listen to what i was saying so i would go sit on a bench where emily and betsy and meghan were. i lifted my feet up and started soaring over to them. i found out the straighter i made my body the faster i went as well. i learned different things i could do to control the speed and movements testing them out in the parking lot and showing meghan who was really interested. i could get really close to a building and then lift my hip just a tiny bit and then stiffen my body and zoom around the corner of the building. it was a really interesting feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i flew over our tower and across the city and around a sports area, which was really busy so i decided to land in a seat so i wouldn't have to pay for a ticket but could still watch the game. i went down the stairs and saw that two of my friends were there eating candies from a vendor. i said hi to them, i looked behind the vendor and saw that there was a bookshelf. right about this time is when i realized i was dreaming. i almost woke up and i could feel my brains eye opening but i squeezed it real tight so i would remain asleep. i made up titles for all the books and i saw one that was blurry and i couldn't make out the title of it so i thought 'this book is going to have the title THESE DRUGS MAKE YOUR TONGUE SEE WORDS WHEN YOU LICK THEM" the book was really thick and i went through and tried to find a page with a photo on it that i liked so i could lick it. i could feel the weight of the book in my hands and i didn't like that so i put it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i heard music playing and decided i would go and find out where it was coming from. there was a man in a small room playing a piano. it was a really nice song. i went down a level and there were two men in this room each playing piano. they were practicing for something. i decided i was bored in there so i went down the stairs and out to the smokers place and started to walk home. my friends brother said he was going to leave as well. we started walking along the outside of the arena. it was really dark and the gravel was fun to kick around. he was telling me about how his dad was a really good man but was a little off sometimes. we saw a cops headlights and stopped walking. then we started running. we ran out of the gate and a string of 8 or 9 flashy sports cars sped by us on the gravel. painted blue and red mostly. the drivers were doing donuts in the parking lots and playing chicken with each other and yelling out their windows at us. but i was not scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got home to this guys house and i met his father. his father was nice but his head seemed like he was in another place. i looked at him and somehow our brains connected for a second. i got an image in my head of these two faces merging together. the profiles were facing each other but a little off set. one mans mustache flowed into the other to take the place of the other mans nose. the second mans nose was where a mouth would be. then i looked again and the mustache was actually an eyebrow. the whole thing was like an optical illusion. and very hard to see. i realized that i was going to forget this image when i woke up so i tried to draw it on a piece of cardboard. the dad said it would ruin everything and tried to get me to stop. i left the room and decided to go swimming. after swimming for a second and then realizing i had to go to the bathroom in real life i woke 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lucid'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-8423418535667667318</id><published>2010-05-19T20:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:44:07.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>miss miss miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S_SKGjevw6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/5CRV8n3Cw4o/s400/DX_11_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473151292370043810" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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type='html'>in a museum on a field trip. then we sat down and talked about art classes and being an art major. this girl who was a sophomore said that she was already in drawing 5 and i hadn't even ever seen her before so how was she that good. because last year she was not an art major and then she showed us her stuff and it wasn't even good and i was thinking 'this really sucks'. then sarah's boyfriend andrew came around and he was really nice and was holding a pig and petting it. every time he lifted his hand up he had a strip of bacon in his hand. and we all thought 'oh how nice, he is so kind to animals that they are giving him meat and no one gets hurt or anything'. also he brought two puppies with him and i thought man this guy is really nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-4061761928265899197?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-3509012884775396824</id><published>2010-05-19T18:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:22:12.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>moon term</title><content type='html'>i was at hope college and everyone was packing up to head home and go on may terms and things. this boy who i don't know was borrowing my car and i had to ask him if he would give it back to me but he started driving it in reverse really fast so i followed him. i had to hurry up because i was going to the moon with marlee for may term. we were so excited because it was really cheap and we got to spend the whole month in space except that i didn't know what to pack or anything. i had a plastic vacuum cleaner i was putting all this makeup in so that it would stay air tight compressed once we were out in space. and marlee and i were packing all of our clothes in space bags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-3509012884775396824?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/3509012884775396824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/moon-term.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/3509012884775396824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/3509012884775396824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/moon-term.html' title='moon term'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-286780791713071627</id><published>2010-05-19T18:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:19:21.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gyros</title><content type='html'>lizzy and i were the only people at school for a week and there was a cafeteria here and they served us gourmet vegan food every meal and we were eating like queens. Then everyone came back and they gave us gyros one meal and said that it was vegetarian but my whole entire thing was full of meat. So I went to the back bar and starting picking out the meat and trying to make the sandwich okay for me to eat. There were three dirty girls in the back and they were bullying me and one of them took my phone which was really high tec and tiny because i got it for christmas. it was smaller than a penny and i said 'be careful with that okay' and she started throwing it down on the table and saying 'yeah, sure thing' so i said no really stop doing that but i couldnt get the phone away from her because i had meat all over my hands. then i went to the table and sat down because i was nervous. i remembered i left my soda over by the table but my friend said i shouldnt get it because they probably roofied it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-286780791713071627?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/286780791713071627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/gyros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/286780791713071627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/286780791713071627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/gyros.html' title='gyros'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-4894792751689499162</id><published>2010-05-11T18:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:30:50.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting</title><content type='html'>i was back in the united states. alex, eric and ethan were in a dinosaur museum and i was going to meet them there. the museum had 4 floors and each one the bones got bigger and bigger. i never made it to the 4th floor where they were supposed to be HUGE because i tripped over a wire and had to finish an art project with my teacher. then i went outside and i was near the street. and i saw alex coming out of the place and i walked up the steps to meet him with eric who left when he saw me. alex squinted in my direction because i was alone and probably looked different. i assumed he couldnt figure out if it was me or not. he were wearing a yellow jacket. or maybe i was. one of us was wearing yellow. when we got to each other i hugged him so tight. the tightest hug and neither of us said anything. we just sat down on the soggy snowy steps and held each other and my face was so cold. he kissed me but we both decided against it because our lips were as cold as icicles and it almost was too painful. so we just held each other tighter. then it started raining and we were going to go somewhere with everyone but i decided to walk there by myself instead of ride in the car with them because new zealand had made me really over the top green. so i walked through a restaurant because it was the quickest way to get there. i went under a table and through someone's legs and i could hear them talking about me but i didn't care. i was walking really slow because it was so windy and it was taking me forever to get across the street.&lt;div&gt;i saw my friend marlee and she was waving me over to see some girl that we used to babysit. when i was walking over to them i looked at another girl sitting down on a bench. she called me an idiot assuming i didn't know what the girl looked like after 10 years. i said of course i know what she looks like. i asked her what grade she was in and she said she was a junior. i said what are you going to do with yourself! she asked what to do you mean. i said you know, college and stuff. then a lady came over to me with a stern face and a slip or red paper that was a demerit. the reason issued on the card read 'false assuming child will become successful'. and i felt really bad and also noticed that i was going to get three points on my drivers license for that.&lt;div&gt;the next thing i knew i was in a house with this boy from my high school and i was making muffins with no pants on. eric and alex were talking in the other room, but neither of them ever came out i just heard their voices. and this kid who i never actually knew in high school and i were small talking and i kept thinking 'why am i doing this. i want to be in the other room, why am i in the kitchen right now." then i woke up because i was cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-4894792751689499162?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/4894792751689499162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/meeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/4894792751689499162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/4894792751689499162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/meeting.html' title='meeting'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-2535731818861326162</id><published>2010-05-10T17:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:08:03.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>scary scary scary</title><content type='html'>i was at this house and these two children were playing outside. we were exploring in their backyard and they were looking for a football that they had lost. then we went around this corner and scary music was in my head and i got a really bad feeling about everything so i said we should go back. when we got back in the house there were maybe 50 people sitting in the living room just waiting around for something. what had happened was this infamous demon came and took over one of these girls. she was dead and i looked at her but then she opened her eyes and her limbs had grown to fit the demon inside of her. she was only partway herself but she was moaning and screaming because her body now had two bodies inside of it and i can't imagine how painful that would have been. i got really scared and i woke myself up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-2535731818861326162?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/2535731818861326162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/scary-scary-scary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2535731818861326162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2535731818861326162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/scary-scary-scary.html' title='scary scary scary'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-8476263994243251893</id><published>2010-05-03T17:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:44:20.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pen pals</title><content type='html'>emily henry and i were pen pals and she sent me a photo once of these two toddlers and the caption on the back of the photo said ''this is a photo of two twins at my church. one of them has a rare syndrome which causes them to be cuter than the other, as you can see in this image." and it was true and i thought that was interesting. then i sent her a letter back at it had a photo of my dog having a picnic with other dogs. and they all had writing on their backs saying i miss dusti. that was my dogs name but she died. but in my dream she was alive and at the picnic. and also her name was dusty. the dogs were really cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-8476263994243251893?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/8476263994243251893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/pen-pals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/8476263994243251893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/8476263994243251893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/pen-pals.html' title='pen pals'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-6703315435033293597</id><published>2010-05-02T16:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:55:11.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fm</title><content type='html'>in my dream i had to run from eastern hills down through manlius and then back up fm road up to the high school and around the tennis courts and then back to eastern hills. with a huge weight on my hips that went around my body and i was really doing it and doing pretty well. i was talking to johnny depp, addressing him and giving him advice on something which was weird because i was completely alone. the weight kept pulling my shorts off because it was so heavy and i felt like i was running in slow motion but i really did the whole run and i felt good afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-6703315435033293597?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/6703315435033293597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/fm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/6703315435033293597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/6703315435033293597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/fm.html' title='fm'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-2983750893100636540</id><published>2010-05-02T16:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:52:32.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>loops</title><content type='html'>i had a ticket in my hand. i was walking with two of my friends from high school, jordan and kathleen. we were excited because we were going to the packaging factory and today was fruit loops day. there was this myth around my school that if you go to the factory to take a tour on days where they package cereal, you can trick the workers into thinking that you have an internship there and can use the machinery. when we got to the factory it was packed. the conveyer belt was in front of us and we could see a bunch of people from my school riding on it and eating cereal. and that is exactly what we wanted to do. so we had someone slow it down to normal speed so we could climb on and since no guard or worker was around we all got on the conveyor belt. someone turned the speed up so it was like we were on a mini roller coaster ride, going through the whole factory and at one part we even were outside. and we just got to eat all the fruit loops we wanted. pretty soon the place was packed with kids from my school and we were all having so much fun on this belt and then i got dizzy from too much sugar so i got off. and good thing because right afterwards, a man from the headquarters came over to the belt and turned it down to normal speed and everyone that was on the belt got in trouble and had to work for the company for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-2983750893100636540?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/2983750893100636540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/loops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2983750893100636540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2983750893100636540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/loops.html' title='loops'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-8048441986345191922</id><published>2010-05-02T16:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:46:42.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>guns</title><content type='html'>i was in a building at work. i think it was a library but it might have been something more than that i cant figure it out. i worked with joe guarding this one hallway making sure that only people with legit IDs got into the building. it was connected to some other building, where our hallway was and where we worked. so you walked through these locked doors to get to where we would ID you and then you would walk down the stairs and then up the stairs and get to this really big main room where all the books and cubicles were. we were standing in the hallway one morning. it was around 4AM. a man came through with tools and a watering can and we let him through. he had been there before watering the plants so we knew he was okay. then about 30 minutes later he came back through just like he always did, when he passed us Joe said something like 'we should get this guy out of here'. it was like joe knew or something that this guy was up to no good. he walked through our doors and just as they were sliding shut to lock i see the guy slowly pull a gun out of his coat and raise it to the ceiling. he keeps walking down the hallway past us and is now in the other building that we are connected to. we hear him shoot the gun twice, we guess it was at someone. alarms go off and we are flat on the ground. the guy is gone but we are still nervous that he is going to come back. we leave our post and go down to the main room and hide near a bunch of metal drawers. no one knows whats going on. i wake up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-8048441986345191922?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/8048441986345191922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/guns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/8048441986345191922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/8048441986345191922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/guns.html' title='guns'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-3607549622120379656</id><published>2010-05-01T21:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:00:54.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>show</title><content type='html'>i was in wellington but hope colleges senior juried art show was in town so i went so i could see evans stuff because i really wanted to see his things. i walked around 3 separate rooms full of student work and it was all nice except there were no lights on so it was really hard to see anyones stuff. i saw something joe made a few years ago that was hanging up on the wall. i also saw some works with my name on it except i had no memory of ever making those things and i'm pretty sure they weren't mine. i never found evans stuff but in the other room i saw a turquoise ring that was really nice and i was about to buy it but then there was a fire alarm so i had to go outside and it was very windy and i had no idea how to get home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-3607549622120379656?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/3607549622120379656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/3607549622120379656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/3607549622120379656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/05/show.html' title='show'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-8074287913041659408</id><published>2010-04-28T19:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:34:07.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lupin</title><content type='html'>does the full moon really effect sleep or are we all just making it up. because that would explain a lot of things the last few days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-8074287913041659408?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/8074287913041659408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/04/lupin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/8074287913041659408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/8074287913041659408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/04/lupin.html' title='lupin'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-7318003141369580946</id><published>2010-04-25T16:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:07:54.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>invisalign</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this dream was weird because it took place over the span of a week. i was in new zealand and joe was with me. at the beginning of my dream i felt like there was something metal and sharp poking my lip and it was coming out of my gums. when i was looking in the mirror i saw that there was a small piece of wire coming out of my gums maybe about 3 centimeters in length. i cut it with wire cutters and didn't mention it to anyone because i had no idea what was going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a few days after that my mouth started aching again and while i was looking in the mirror, joe saw what i was doing. he said the same thing happened to him maybe a year ago and that i needed to be extra careful. what had happened was our parents installed braces underneath our gums when we were younger so that we wouldn't get made fun of at school but our teeth would still gradually become straighter over time. i assumed i had probably had them for about 10 years which is PLENTY of time for my teeth to straighten out and looking at my teeth in the mirror i figured i could take out the braces myself. there were now little square pieces of wire that were resting on my gums, really small and probably about 4 that i could see in total. joe warned me not to do it. he started telling me a story of something that happened to him but i wasn't listening. i took out one of the rectangles and then another one. then i heard something snap and 4 of my teeth had fallen out in my hand. they were from the bottom and connected to my molar. then about four more came out, so i had all my top teeth still intact but only half the bottom row. joe said ''didn't you hear me! you have to be extra careful or it snaps the root of your tooth out as well, starting with your molars.'' i had no idea what to do, i was holding a quarter of my mouth in my hand and bleeding all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i called my mom and she was upset and flew me back to new york to get surgery done immediately. i was laying in our basement watching movies while recovering. she told me that i would have to stay for at least a week and i couldn't eat anything. they put the braces back in my gums and gave my mom a large sum of money because they hadn't installed them right back in the 90s which is why i had found out they were in my mouth in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a few days later i told my mom i felt fine and that i needed to get back to new zealand. she wouldn't let me go and said it was too much considering i only had a few months left over there anyways. she said i could finish school back over in the states and that no one would mind or probably even notice. i was livid. i could not understand, i felt like i was being held captive in my own country. i tried to figure out a way to get back over to new zealand but i didn't have the money to afford another plane ticket. i woke up, checked my teeth to see if they were there and looked outside to make sure i was still in the right place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-7318003141369580946?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/7318003141369580946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/04/invisalign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/7318003141369580946'/><link 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hated this dream because not only was i unattractive i was unhappy but still okay with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-880383088001438520?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/880383088001438520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/04/no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/880383088001438520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/880383088001438520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/04/no.html' title='no.'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-5754401749050199808</id><published>2010-04-23T18:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:15:49.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cathedral cove</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9zuQcqHMyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/5_lVAHI2MOA/s1600/F1000019_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9zuQcqHMyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/5_lVAHI2MOA/s400/F1000019_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466506014059082530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed at phil and anns house and this was in their back yard. they actually had four greenhouses and i think that i would like to have one someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-5754401749050199808?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/5754401749050199808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/04/cathedral-cove.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-5169669768293038025</id><published>2010-04-23T18:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:06:19.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>elefaunt</title><content type='html'>riding on the back of an elephant throughout my entire dream. i was humming and thinking and day dreaming. the elephants back wasn't rough like i thought it would be though. he was a nice guy and didn't go too fast or too slow. the sun was making lense flares in my eyes sometimes. it was almost sunset in my whole dream. it was really nice and also very quiet which made it even more nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-5169669768293038025?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/5169669768293038025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/04/elefaunt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/5169669768293038025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/5169669768293038025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/04/elefaunt.html' title='elefaunt'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-4779970342553911519</id><published>2010-04-21T16:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:08:16.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>marble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i had a dream that meghan and nesli came to new zealand and we met up and we were walking on this street and there were little tiny rocks that were marbled and colorful. like green and blue together or red and yellow together and we picked them up and shared them with each other for awhile and then we went to a mosque and got henna on our whole backs that looked really cool and it was only 3 cents because meghan bartered with the head guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-4779970342553911519?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/4779970342553911519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/04/marble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/4779970342553911519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/4779970342553911519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/04/marble.html' title='marble'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-3304878540780457161</id><published>2010-03-31T19:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:19:37.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>australia</title><content type='html'>that is where i am until the eighteenth of  april&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-3304878540780457161?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-1910241751796668471</id><published>2010-03-31T17:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:06:51.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>worst nightmare</title><content type='html'>they ran out of orientation leaders for freshman week and so i got stuck doing one because i was walking by right when they realized this. i had to be in charge of greek life. with a girl that scares me more than anything. she will remain nameless. i had to give everyone candy and listen to their voices and hear the words coming out of their mouths and also go on a fun run with them. and i wasn't getting paid. but the good news is that we had a sleepover and i ditched and ran to freedom after i poured everyone lemonade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-1910241751796668471?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/1910241751796668471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/worst-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/1910241751796668471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/1910241751796668471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/worst-nightmare.html' title='worst nightmare'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-779796845040777802</id><published>2010-03-25T15:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:12:40.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no more snail mail</title><content type='html'>i was on a ferry with a bunch of my friends and it was so beautiful we decided to have some fun. i stole the keys to the speaker system off the main desk and we made a quick announcement over the loudspeaker and then started doing an accapella version of the intro to lion king. it sounded really good and we were banging on the heater system. then we got in trouble. i got in big trouble and the man said he was going to kick me out of the program i was on and send me back to america. but i begged him not to do that and he ended up just taking away my letter privileges, which meant no more mail, sending or receiving. at first i said WHEW okay, but then the more i talked about it i got really upset and started crying. i stopped eating for a few days because i was so sad and also i was doing bad in all of my classes. i didn't understand what the harm was in our little prank and why i was the only one who got in trouble. there was a big party at my flat that night and so many of my friends from home were there but i was still so sad about not being able to write letters to anyone that i ran away and sat outside in the rain with a bowl of mac and cheese in my lap, uneaten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-779796845040777802?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/779796845040777802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-more-snail-mail.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/779796845040777802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/779796845040777802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-more-snail-mail.html' title='no more snail mail'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-4694050779562815968</id><published>2010-03-21T16:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:05:18.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i was at school, which looked a lot like hogwarts. we were in a field that i am assuming was the practice field that harry learns how to ride a broomstick in. it was night time and the sky was a really pretty navy blue. there were no lights on around us, but still there was a light coming from somewhere because it wasn't hard to see anything. i saw a group of people, amanda, maria, paul and laura standing together talking. i needed maria to sign something for me so i went over to them. they were all putting fake beards and mustaches on their faces and then trimming them off and reapplying and trimming again and again. i helped maria trim the sideburns on her fake mustache and she signed the form i needed to. they had a radio and were playing the song 'moth's wings' by passion pit pretty quiet and then they turned it up and were singing all the words. then people started coming out of the woodwork. people that we didn't know and people that we did know. we were all dancing in this green field and a lot of people were wearing different kinds of masks. some looked like they just came from class but mostly everyone just wanted to dance and sing to some music. so i turned the speakers up as loud as it could go. the radio started playing 'canned heat' by jamioquai. the song that is in napoleon dynamite. and everyone went NUTS. so many people came out and were dancing and it was so nice and fun even though i don't really like that song at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-4694050779562815968?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/4694050779562815968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/dancing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/4694050779562815968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/4694050779562815968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/dancing.html' title='dancing'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-7743033921650908295</id><published>2010-03-21T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:03:04.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mini car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i was driving to my old middle school to pick up my brother from a concert or something. there was snow everywhere and my car kept falling apart and also shrinking at the same time. i eventually got to the parking lot but couldn't find a space that had been cleared away, almost the whole lot had 3 feet of snow everywhere. by the end of the dream i was straddling my car, pulling it between my legs into this space that was semi cleared. my car was talking to me and saying ''someday i want to be big and beautiful." it had shrunk in height to only about a foot and a half but was still the same length. it felt like i was dragging a crocodile in the snow. i was annoyed at my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-7743033921650908295?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/7743033921650908295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/mini-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/7743033921650908295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/7743033921650908295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/mini-car.html' title='mini car'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-2944466908123830264</id><published>2010-03-21T15:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:02:41.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kangabunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i was at my old church and my mom made my flat mate sarah and i help lead this group of kindergartners in vacation bible school. i was really annoyed that i had to do it but i said okay. i couldn't find sarah and it was because they marked it down that she was in kindergarten so she was in my group and i had to lead everyone then. i walked down the stairs to go get my group there were only about 3 kids and they all seemed pretty nice and small. there were bunnies everywhere and pizza was on the chair and she recognized me. except she was HUGE. probably the size of a small kangaroo, and her legs looked like one. to be honest she didn't look like a rabbit at all, and her eyes were humongous black spheres. but i knew it was her and she knew me, and i pet her a lot and she was still really soft. but also kind of freaky looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-2944466908123830264?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/2944466908123830264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/kangabunny.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2944466908123830264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2944466908123830264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/kangabunny.html' title='kangabunny'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-8468214487879658287</id><published>2010-03-15T12:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:45:25.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no no no</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; "&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1rz"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i was in my room but i couldnt' sleep so i had been up all night talking to alex on google chat just like normal things and my flat mate came in crying and i could hear her in real life i thought and i was just ilke oh shit my charger is in her room i have to go get it or else i wont be able to do anything and then when i got up to go get it someone came in and said that they found my credit card on the ground. but then i looked at it and it was janky as fuck and falling apart and the letters were coming off and i knew somehow someone had stolen my identity. which made me feel really weird inmy dream, like there was someone in my head or trying to get in my body. and then i couldnt control my legs to get my charger and the letters started falling off the name and also bullshit because they spelled it SHRIBER but the R fell off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":1iw" dir="ltr" class="kl" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and since i couldnt move i couldnt help my crying friend and also alex kept saying stuff on google chat and even though i couldnt read it, i could still see it in my head. and he sounded really worried. and i felt less and less like myself and then i woke myself up because i realized i was completely awake and now i feel like i was just lying in bed with my eyes closed pretending the whole thing. so it is 530 am and i feel weird and not tired and also like a big baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-8468214487879658287?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/8468214487879658287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-no-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/8468214487879658287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/8468214487879658287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-no-no.html' title='no no no'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-6949006339857232567</id><published>2010-03-12T15:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:32:46.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>360 degrees</title><content type='html'>i was in the middle of a field with trees all around me and i saw an old cabin made of wood. it looked like it was about to fall apart. there was no door so i couldn't figure out a way to get in. i saw that there was a door on the ground by the base of the cabin. i opened the door and crawled through the tunnel which led me inside the cabin. it was an aquarium about the size of a room with a small donut shaped hole in the center where the tunnel had led me to. it was just the right size for a human to stand in and be surrounded by hundreds of colorful fish. it was really beautiful. i stood there for a very long time and couldn't have been happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-6949006339857232567?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/6949006339857232567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/360-degrees.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='html'>in my dream i was taking a hike with mac and justin and lizzy and we were walking really far about 2 hours because we heard that there was a mcdonalds on this tiny island off the coast of new zealand and wanted to see if it was true. we walked so far and then saw that there was a really long skinny bridge so we walked across it and through an old boat that was turned into a house. it was really windy and the sky kept changing from day to night. but it ended up being morning when we got to the island. on the island there was a shop that was a 2 story warehouse of souvenir gifts and we couldn't find the mcdonalds anywhere. we were getting nervous because it was almost 10:30 when they stop selling breakfast. we asked the lady behind the counter and she said it was upstairs. we run up the stairs and see that there is a huge vending machine full of all different types of mcdonalds food. but then i looked at my watch and it was 11 and i said NO but it was actually okay because since it was a vending machine they sold breakfast all day. and so i got 4 bacon egg and cheese on a bagel because i could just heat them up later when i wanted another one. and it was a really good feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-7238051577366493653?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/7238051577366493653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/mcdonalds-vending-machine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/7238051577366493653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/7238051577366493653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/mcdonalds-vending-machine.html' title='mcdonalds vending machine'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-9029727703133799522</id><published>2010-03-09T17:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:18:42.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>plateybug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;right before i woke up in my dream i was on the futon in boers cottage and i looked down on the ground and alex and eric were in one sleeping bag and both were looking so pissed because they had no room to move. they were packed like little sardines. and i said"psst alex get out of here and come up here" and he said "...i ...CANT.." but eric slipped out like a shooting arrow and they both were free. there was a ladybug the size of a plate on the futon next to me and alex opened the door and it flew out and then we saw a ladybug that had a piece of hay in its mouth and he said that it looked like sayid and we all laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-9029727703133799522?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/9029727703133799522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/plateybug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/9029727703133799522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/9029727703133799522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/plateybug.html' title='plateybug'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-1558088172990524690</id><published>2010-03-08T18:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:05:58.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>scratch and taste</title><content type='html'>i was sitting on a bus. i had a magazine and a special fork that when you scratched the pictures that had food on it a bunch of times you could taste the flavor in your mouth. i did strawberry a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-1558088172990524690?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/1558088172990524690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/scratch-and-taste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/1558088172990524690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/1558088172990524690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/scratch-and-taste.html' title='scratch and taste'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-2338473052385716754</id><published>2010-03-05T13:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:17:58.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>green</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i had a dream that everyone from the green house was in wheelchairs and they had real big scars on their arms and it was like i was looking through a facebook photo album because my dream was just pictures. and pres boltmans wife was sitting in a barrel of water and quinn commented on the photo and it said '88 and beautiful' and i was thiknng how weird it was taht they were friends and that she went to mcdonalds with them for icecream and stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-2338473052385716754?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/2338473052385716754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2338473052385716754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2338473052385716754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/green.html' title='green'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-9151089376436954353</id><published>2010-03-04T16:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:54:35.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ehh weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ok in my dream i woke up and looked at an email thread between alex and i and alex had written like 10 different emails all saying weird things. and i just thought he was bored so i laughed about it. then later on we were at my church in one of the rooms where the kids closets are and he was happy to see me but also it looked like he was uncomfortable about something. and he kept trying to play it cool and act like everything was normal. i didnt really know what was wrong at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;then my flat mate amanda and i were in the car with him and we were driving to holland michigan. but i was wearing a sports bra on my left foot and just like clothes i wore to yoga. he just appeared where we were and said lets go! so we just got in the car and didn't pack anything to wear or eat or bring because we were so excited. i just kept saying BUT LOOK AT WHAT IM WEARING. and he just smiled a lot. we had one loaf of bread in the backseat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when we were in the car amanda disappeared for a little bit and alex and i were driving over these big green hills and we saw there were a bunch of ski lifts and gondola type things all over the place. like every 50 yards there was another ski lift and it took the people over the hills and we wondered what it was that they were looking at. and then i saw out the window that it was tulip fields and the tulips were HUGE and so colorful. i got really excited and said lets do it!!! lets go on the gondola thing. but he got nervous again and said no. no i dont think we should do that. and i said hey how come, that doesn't seem like you. normally you like doing stuff like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;then all of the sudden we were in a house and he was sitting at the kitchen table but it wasn't him. it was my dad. but it was still alexs voice. and he said that he needed to confess something to me. that he had gotten really drunk awhile ago and had a breakdown and smoked laced weed on purpose and that he haven't been the same since because of this mental collapse. he said no one wanted to tell me because they thought i would be sad and he tried to keep it a secret but it was a really big deal to him that i knew. it was really strange because it was my dad at the table but it was alex still because it was his voice and his thoughts, but in my dads body. i got really uncomfortable and woke myself up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-9151089376436954353?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/9151089376436954353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/ehh-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/9151089376436954353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/9151089376436954353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/ehh-weird.html' title='ehh weird'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-5160592563400531202</id><published>2010-03-04T13:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:37:23.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>peanut</title><content type='html'>i was standing by a door looking through the empty space. i see a hand come from behind the door frame and then it is a full arm. the arm is holding a cup. i hear a voice asking me to fill up the cup with peanuts. the voice asks me how many peanuts do i think will fit in this cup. for some reason i have a can full of peanuts in my pocket. but they might actually be chickpeas i'm not too sure. i open the can and start pouring it into the cup that the arm is holding out towards me. the voice says be sure you know how many. this is important to know. i wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-5160592563400531202?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/5160592563400531202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/peanut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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pants but i had three shirts on. i walked into the basement and saw a bunch of people watching tv. the floor had a tiny walkway in between two gigantic beds taking up the whole room that were about three feet tall. i closed my eyes and i could still hear everyone. i climbed up into one of the beds, someone commented on my underwear and then pat my back. i got under the blankets. i woke up about an hour later and tried to go upstairs but i couldn't so i went out the garage and saw someone had moved my car. i walked up onto the front porch and my mom was angry with me because she thought i was out all night and i was now sneaking in. i said no no no no no i was sleeping and i kept touching my knees because it was cold out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next i was at school. we were all sitting on this little cafe street and everyone was at a different cafe with their teacher. my teacher was real nice and looked like a combination between ewan mcgregor and david brent. he sort of looked like professor lupin too. he had real bad asthma and spoke quietly and carried a boom box around, but it was always turned off. i wondered about that a lot. the street was really busy and kind of dark. everyone was wearing black and i was listening to all the other teachers. one boy was talking about how come they dont serve tapped wine at restaurants and the teacher said it had something to do with childbirth. my teacher had an asthma attack and i felt really bad. i was sitting next to him and i could hear him wheezing. i looked up at the sky and it was black but still somehow there was light coming down to us. i saw bubbles going around my head. i looked over and my teacher had turned on the radio, except it was a bubble machine. it helped him breathe and then once he started talking it was actually the radio coming out of his mouth. he said he was sorry and that if we didn't want to hear this we should leave because he needed to work some things out. the radio kept playing when he would wheeze so it went in and out and in and out. but the bubbles continued to dance out of the radio and around our heads. i felt bad for my nice teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next i was walking in the park with kallie and there was snow everywhere but i wasn't cold. i was hopping across sidewalks. kallie was telling me i should drop one of my classes and do something i love because that is what we are on this planet to do. and i saw a car coming but i hopped across the street fast enough so i was safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-929919203609491785?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/929919203609491785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/bubble-radio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/929919203609491785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/929919203609491785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/bubble-radio.html' title='bubble radio'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-2965087493516652859</id><published>2010-03-03T17:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:27:24.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my dreams are now real life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S47l6A6CH0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QNZj9UtuKU0/s1600-h/F1000010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S47l6A6CH0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QNZj9UtuKU0/s320/F1000010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444541784376090434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S47l5n0xzMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RSg_hgJz0Ig/s1600-h/F1000002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S47l5n0xzMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RSg_hgJz0Ig/s320/F1000002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444541777643162818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new zealand is beautiful (click to see full size)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-2965087493516652859?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/2965087493516652859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-dreams-are-now-real-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2965087493516652859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2965087493516652859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-dreams-are-now-real-life.html' title='my dreams are now real life'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S47l6A6CH0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QNZj9UtuKU0/s72-c/F1000010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-4659970810143131147</id><published>2010-02-25T15:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:30:29.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nessie</title><content type='html'>i was on top of a really rocky mountain peak right at the top in an old cabin. i was there with a few of my friends. it was really dark. the loch ness monster had surfaced and we had seen it. it was huge - about half the size of the whole lake. it had many legs and arms. the scales on it were black and navy blue. where its head should be there was not one, but instead the body of a man. somehow the man was removed from the monster, he had broken free. he was walking around in our cabin. he kept talking about how he needed to kill himself or else scientists would find out and use him for experiments. we tried to stop him but he was walking backwards towards the window and fell out. while he was falling down the cliff, the loch ness monster came out of the water again and grabbed the man. he ripped off the mans scales which killed him immediately. he placed him on the ground on the side of the cliff. we realized that the man wanted to be in the water so no one would find him but the loch ness monster did not want that. he wanted people to find the man and to know the truth. it was very windy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-4659970810143131147?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/4659970810143131147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/02/nessie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/4659970810143131147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/4659970810143131147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/02/nessie.html' title='nessie'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-2426732768767158199</id><published>2010-02-23T11:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:19:57.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i just had a mini dream where i was in india on a college tour and we learned that there are 54,000 people in the world and there were also 54,000 people on facebook at the same time. and everyone got really depressed and we also learned that the #1 major there at university was guitar science. and then my teachers evil bitch dog bit through my hand and also my neck and it was really small and ugly. probably the ugliest dog ive ever seen. and it really hurt i was screaming so loud but the sound that was coming out of my throat was more like a goose honk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-2426732768767158199?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/2426732768767158199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/02/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2426732768767158199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2426732768767158199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/02/what.html' title='what'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-4335833199645390871</id><published>2010-02-18T16:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:19:14.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unplanned wedding</title><content type='html'>i was at school and i found out that courtney was getting married in about 4 hours and no one had bothered to tell me. everyone assumed that i knew and i felt left out because no one told me that i needed to have a fancy dress or be anywhere at a certain time. courtney took our family out to dinner and said it needed to be somewhere quick so she could have time to get ready before her wedding. we went to wendys and the cashier took forever on mine and joes orders so we waited 2 hours for our food. courtney got really pissed at us and left us at wendys.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the way back there was about 3 feet of snow everywhere and there were giant bunnies in the road. everyone was scared of them because they were about the size of a sheep or a medium sized dog. i went over and tried to pet one but someone told me it would bite my hand off and that i needed to be really careful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to the grand hall and my mom said i couldn't be in the wedding because of what i was wearing. i got really upset because again, no one bothered to tell me. i went to the cube to go to up lizzys room and borrow a dress from her. when i got into the elevator and pushed foor 9 button i realized that i was in the basin and that the floors only go up to 4. i went through the roof and kept going up 5 flights of stairs which were actually just air. i was super nervous and i woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-4335833199645390871?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/4335833199645390871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/02/unplanned-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/4335833199645390871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/4335833199645390871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/02/unplanned-wedding.html' title='unplanned wedding'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-3340995795664473831</id><published>2010-02-16T03:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T03:24:15.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it would be a dream</title><content type='html'>i think about it a lot.&lt;div&gt;every day actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-3340995795664473831?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-7251670375675786505</id><published>2010-02-04T14:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T14:53:24.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>i was at professor slughorns birthday with joe and it was in a library that had all the books removed so it was a really large space. everyone there was in halloween costumes. joe was just wearing all black i don't know what he was. but he cut the feet off of his socks so it was like he was wearing black really short thin leg warmers and he was sitting on top of this table during my whole dream. i was dressed like a squid and i had to walk in swaying motions the whole dream so people could get the full effect. i felt really good about my costume until i saw someone else that was a squid and their costume was better than mine. then i felt self conscious.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they locked us in and put on some dance music and said LET THE CHAOS BEGIN. and there were strobe lights and dancing and it seemed pretty fun. all the adults were sitting at this long table drinking. robin williams was there and he had this straw that he was holding over no cup. i was watching him because it was really interesting what was happening. he would take a sip and this cup would appear with liquid in it and the longer he drank for the larger and more intricate the cup became. it was really beautiful almost, fun to watch. he saw me watching him and thought i was giving him the eyes because then he came over to me and tried to kiss me and i was so repulsed because his mouth is so tiny and plus i hate robin williams and i just really hated my life when that was happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-4445898950120686967</id><published>2010-02-01T00:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:48:54.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tooth conversation</title><content type='html'>i was at a wedding of a friend and it was in this palace that had been decorated so it looked like a modern french rococo and i kept saying god i wish sarah johnson was here to see this. there were so many nice colors together and whoever did it really did a great job. then i had to go to the car to get something and there were these stepping stones in a stream that i kept jumping on. my dress was so pretty. i ran into chris maloney who i went to high school with and we started talking about pallet expanders because he had one in 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"not this one, that one" and i could feel my eyebrows furrowing because i was confused. and then one of the heads went away and i was left with one guy. and i told courtney that i changed my mind because in my head it was a different guy.&lt;div&gt;then we went on this street where there were only antique furniture shops. there was one that was 4 stories high and it just had the nicest old furniture that was basically free and i was really excited to put it in my house. the paint was chipping on everything and it was so beautiful. i found a lot of shelves and a book case and even a bed frame and it was all super light and i was carrying everything myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-8035086454900160816?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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coke'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-5707216785883862843</id><published>2010-01-22T17:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:53:51.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the down side of accidental napping</title><content type='html'>i am at a gas station. i look out the window of the car that i am in. i am in the backseat. there is a man in a white truck pulling away. a girl that i once knew runs out in front of his car with her arms up. she asks him if he can remove all the cardboard boxes he left in the middle of the parking lot. he says they aren't his. she says that she knows that he is lying. he says i don't have time for this. he starts pulling out of the gas station. the girl jumps in the back of his truck bed. i think wow, all this for cardboard boxes. she looks pleased with herself for sticking up to this man. he drives away with out getting the boxes. they do not come back. the people i am with become worried for the girl. i am not worried for the girl.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i go around the back of the gas station and try to start a car that is tilted a bit because it is halfway down a hill. it won't start. i can't seem to get my fingers around the keys. they seem really fat. i look down and see that i am wearing winter gloves. i can't take them off. i am in a convertible. there is a field behind me and it is dark. i try a few more times to turn the car on. it still won't start. i feel rushed. i look in the rear view mirror. i think i see someone running out of the woods. i think it is the man in the truck. he is alone. as soon as i realize it is him, he is right next to me. it turns out this man is not the man i thought he was but actually a friend of mine. i am still shocked and caught off guard. i keep saying you scared me, you scared me. things start moving in fast motion. my body tenses up and i start shaking. i can feel my body shaking in real life. it is shaking a lot. my heart is beating fast. i force myself to wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-5707216785883862843?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/5707216785883862843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/01/down-side-of-accidental-napping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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at a renaissance festival with hope college and were were doing a performance for everyone at the end of the week. amanda wanted our cottage to be in a clogging dance competition so katie, lindsey, pizza, and i signed up for it. we were wearing the STUPIDEST costumes that were yellow and we had curls in our hair and so many ribbons and really uncomfortable shoes on. in our dance troupe there were probably 15 or so girls that i didn't know and they were all being weird. i tried to sneak out and run away but there were big body guards at the main gates that were keeping us in. there was no way out!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i walked across this field and up a very large hill and saw two of my friends in a car so i hopped in the back seat and rode with them for awhile. after we had been driving for about 10 minutes i asked them were they were going and they said ihop. then i got really nervous because ihop was off the grounds of this renaissance festival and even though i would be free, katie and lindsey would be stuck there! so i had to go back. i convinced these people to park their car in the woods and we would walk back to the festival and it would be okay because there was actually an ihop across the street in a plaza, along with wendys and target. so we get back on the grounds of the renaissance festival without anyone seeing us so we don't get in trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i got back katie and lindsey told me amanda was being suspicious and said that she didn't want to be in our dance group anymore and was going to leave us and we would be embarrassed in front of everyone. she started running out of the room with a bunch of other girls, so we chased her. we followed her through a door way then she took a sharp left and went through another doorway and kept taking lefts at all the doors and then i realized she was just running in a circle between three connecting rooms. i stopped dead in my tracks and hid behind a doorway, i stuck my foot out and tripped the next person who came in the door. they fell which caused everyone to stop running. i said amanda! what the heck are you doing, why are you running away from us. she said i'm not running away, i'm just running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that made me confused. katie lindsey and i decided to run away together and find a way to get out of doing this dance competition. i was holding pizza right by my neck and she was super scared so she wasn't moving or being a bad pet or anything. just resting while i was all over the place. we made a bee line through the bodyguards and over this fence but we made sure that we jumped over it because it might be electrocuted. but we made it over. and then we were on the main road and it was super busy. there was a bum standing next to us and at first we thought he was scary but then it turns out he had been trying to escape that place for years so he looked kind of haggard because he hadn't taken a shower or shaved his face in a long time. there were so many cars going past us and people started realizing that we had ran away and they were walking towards us. we finally caught a break in the busy street and sprinted like never before across three lanes of cars. then we were safe but we were still nervous that they were going to catch us. we hid in the stall of the bathroom at wendys. i wanted chicken nuggets but was too nervous to give up my hiding spot.  i woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-6077342301990954416?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/6077342301990954416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-506938499927780885</id><published>2010-01-19T11:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:34:19.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 hours of sleep</title><content type='html'>i couldn't find my boarding pass to get onto my flight and i was really sad about it. i looked for probably 40 minutes in my bags and i was getting really nervous. alec baldwin was my father.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i woke up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i went back to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was the boy from rocket science and joe was riding in the car with me. we were driving back from michigan. i hit someone with my car while we were in the mall and i killed them. i got really embarrassed and my mom said the government was going to come 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house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taryn, emily and natasha were mad at me and they were throwing rocks at me. some of them hit me but most didn't. i woke up with my head against the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and katie were going to camp but we got on the wrong bus. we went to a boys baseball camp only you play baseball in the water. they were leaving us out so then we told them we wanted to play catch. they threw the balls over our heads and got mad at us and said we had to get the balls or go home. me and katie went looking for the balls when we saw mike riding a tricycle down a hill. we got on his bike and forgot about camp and the tennis balls. on michaels bike we could lift up the grass and go under it or we could fly around. since we were too heavy for that little of a boy we landed. all of the sudden i was the tree from Orly's Draw a Story. there were all of these cartoon houses that were talking and i said whats the problem? we're figuring out what house shape you are going to be. just then the man from discovery channel that is obsessed with cats showed up and was trying to give me some house decorating tips while everyone was fighting. i woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was having a bat mitzvah and my theme was tropical and i gave out raw beef for my give-a-way presents. i told carly i didn't like her and she gave me a huge present. then we went outside and it was like a tea party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7278343942394508231-5532378548397704649?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/5532378548397704649/comments/default' 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this'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S1OLNOD5XrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QySiUrqm4iU/s72-c/tumblr_kwc54qX5Fu1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-1879641483494299807</id><published>2010-01-17T16:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:03:19.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>swamp thing</title><content type='html'>i was walking in the woods back behind my elementary school with my 7th grade drama teacher mr stokes. we were talking about changes they have made to the school since i went there and how different things are. then he said let me take you to my office and we were inside in the basement but it looked like we were still outside. his room was huge, probably the size of a parking garage so it still looked like we were outside. there was grass on the floor and sunlight somehow and trees and flowers, but we were inside. there was a lake that we had to cross made out of a whole pool. it was really old and there were lots of things growing in it, which made me nervous. there was a myth that whoever falls in it gets poisoned and remains there. i couldn't believe that it was in my teachers office this whole time!! he told me it hadn't been touched for almost 200 years and he was really proud of it. i tried to jump across it because it was only about 4 feet wide but i slipped and fell in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i looked at mr stokes' face and he looked really worried. he told me to get out as soon as i could. i was really wet and there was moss all over me. he told me i should leave and drive home immediately. i went out to the front where my friends were waiting for me in the car. i was supposed to drive home but after i fell in the pool/swamp, my eyes started feeling really heavy. in my dream i couldn't keep them open and i was struggling to stand up. i kept seeing all black and felt really tired so i asked one of them to drive for me. i sat down in the back seat and told my friends not to worry about me. i woke up to my alarm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-1879641483494299807?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/1879641483494299807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/01/swamp-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 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halpert was in my dream, but not jim halpert just the actor who plays his character. i dont' remember what he did or why he was in my dream i just know that he was in it at one point. so was george clooney. i was riding my bike across this parking lot at school. everyone said orientation would be really busy because it wasn't just for freshman, but for our whole school. i was surprised to see so few cars in the parking lot. there were 7 lots i drove by and all of them were empty except the one closest to the building. then there was a whistle and everyone from my school appeared. they were also on bikes. it got really crowded and i was anxious because i kept almost running into people and that made me nervous.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got inside to this big gym and i couldn't find any of my friends. they told us that we could pick our own orientation groups based on the activities that we liked. the gym was so packed and the music was really really loud everyone was trying to yell over it. green and blue both had games and sports that they were going to do throughout the week so i didn't go to that side of the gym. i was at the red groups table and i thought i wanted to be in their group but i just didn't know what my friends had picked and i wanted to be with them. there was tie dye, which i don't really like and also that week the red team was going to do crocheting. but they were also going to do sand art and i don't like that so i asked them what the other team color was. the girl said yellow which i had to immediately pick on account of yellow is my favorite color. i told her not to be sad and she said she wasn't. so i picked yellow and their activities for the week were hoola hoop, puffy paint and some other things. i left to follow my group outside. i looked down and i was wearing overalls. then i saw alex in a classroom and i told him i was in yellow group and he said he was the orientation leader for green group. i said how did you get to be an orientation leader??? and then i got in trouble for dawdling and i had to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-3536623644190011735?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/3536623644190011735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/01/orientation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/3536623644190011735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/3536623644190011735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2010/01/orientation.html' title='orientation'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-7584563215839859960</id><published>2010-01-06T09:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:46:12.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ducks</title><content type='html'>my science class was doing a month long field experiment where we follow the migration of ducks across this pond. our class was really big so they split us up into four groups and we followed different packs of ducks swim across a lake. every day at midnight and noon the ducks would swim across the lake and we would time them to see how long it took them to get across the lake. the special thing was, every day at those times we would turn into ducks so that they wouldn't get suspicious. then later on a classmate and i got lost in the woods and tried to get back to the edge of the water in time for midnight session. but this garage door started closing on us while we were running back out of the woods. it was closing and shutting but we slid under the door right before it shut completely. we had changed to ducks but our class and the birds were no where to be found. we saw an empty shell of something along the side of the bank and examined it. my friend picked it up and saw that it was an egg that had been painted on. she told me that this meant there was a giant bird around here because the egg was bigger than both of our heads combined. we got nervous and then i got a text message from some girl i had never met in the other group asking if there was a shy boy in our research group. and that we should be nice to him because he is a really kind person. i looked for this 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the supply closet and thought about what i should do. i knew he would find me. i called my mom and she met me in the closet. i told her about what was going to happen and she said she would help me. when the man came in the closet he was surprised to see my mom and she told him something. i don't remember what she said but he was really angry and tried to grab at me but then everything was fine and i was outside. she said i had to get away from him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to kallies house. her house looked different there was an entrance for her mom and tom and then on the side there was a really heavy door that had bumper stickers and posters on it and that is where i went in to see kallie. it was snowing outside so it was pretty cold. kallies mom made me lemonade and we drank it out of pitchers. they told me everything was going to be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next i was at school and it was fall. we were standing around outside but there were bunk beds all around me. some people were sitting on them some people were sleeping, but they were everywhere. we were passing around this cigarette and i accidentally ashed it on this carpet that was made out of bamboo. i knew it was chris cox's and i said oh gosh im so sorry! he said he didn't mind because it was really old. but then the ash made the bamboo spark like coals. it traveled around the whole carpet in a really neat pattern and we all stared at this for a long time. we tried to put it out but then it would spread like roots from a tree and the pattern got more detailed. it was really pretty. a squirrel saw me from a distance and i tried to run away from it because i thought it had rabies. i didn't realize that it was trying to be my friend because i was so scared of it. i ran up a tree and it followed me, i ran through some bunk beds, it followed me too. the more i tried to get away from it the closer it got to me. everyone was laughing. i was freaking out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i was in school and i was in a meeting with my teacher. she told me she couldn't let me take the class i wanted to because my grades weren't good enough. that made me kind of disappointed, because didn't she see any potential in me? i lost my phone and spent the rest of my dream looking for it. we went to a baseball game and i looked for it there. we went to a party and i spent the whole time looking for it. we went to different peoples houses and i looked for it there. i looked in every pocket of every pair of pants i owned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these past couple days my dreams have been long and strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think it is because we are in florida and the bed i am sleeping in is very uncomfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-6527801722100610711?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/6527801722100610711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/12/blend-of-annoyance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/6527801722100610711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/6527801722100610711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/12/blend-of-annoyance.html' title='blend of annoyance'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-3423319343011812112</id><published>2009-12-30T21:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:19:00.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>forgot it???</title><content type='html'>NO. WHAT WAS IT ABOUT. IT HAD TO DO WITH GEORGE CLOONEY AND ERIC MADE A SONG UP ABOUT A MONKEY. i woke up 3 separate times last night and i said 'there is no way i will forget this dream'. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ERRRRRRRRRR piss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-3423319343011812112?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/3423319343011812112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgot-it-pissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/3423319343011812112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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back from space where i was studying abroad and i returned home to planet earth. i went into this house that i lived in and there was a room that was covered in pictures. i remembered then that i had given birth to a daughter right before i left 2 years before and i had never really spent time with her since her birth. i felt sad about that. i remembered how painful giving birth was and how much i hated being pregnant. i could feel that pain in my dream like a memory.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also remembered that i left her with her father and these photos on the wall were his memories with her. but they weren't just pictures of her as a child, they were pictures of everyone in our lives as children. a chronological merge of lives starting on one wall and traveling up the walls around the whole room. i felt sad looking at this because i didn't know any of these memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to call my mom and tell her what i was sad about and that i had returned to earth. then i remembered that i never told anyone from my family that i was pregnant when it happened. i thought they would be sad at me because i wasn't married. or maybe they wouldn't be mad at me, i just figured they would take the news badly. i felt sad that i hadn't been a part of my daughters life and that she wouldn't know who i was and would never like me. so i went back to the ship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;richard alpert was there, but something seemed different about him. my team was getting back on the ship and because i felt so sad, i decided to go with them. our ship was stuck to a large magnet which kept it grounded on earth. richard had broken the nobs that we needed to press to release the magnet. his eyes were huge and scary. he was running all over the place. i thought he probably has rabies. i asked him. do you have rabies or something? he said a lot of mumbles in my direction. i realized he was probably the bad guy in my dream. i didn't trust him from then on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i climbed this really tall ladder to the top of the ship where you enter. everyone from my team was in the tube hallway waiting to get in. richard said he was going to throw up two explosives that would go off inside our ship, but not cause any damage. he said when the explosives went off it would give us the right amount of movement to release us from the large magnet. they trusted him. i did not. the explosives came up the ladder and tunnel flying by our heads like he said. and they were okay. but then richard came up the ladder too and he had a tranquilizer that he was trying to stab everyone with so we wouldn't get on the ship. he had a mustache. i took the needle out of his hand and stabbed him in the back with it. my suit made me look really cool. i felt bad for stabbing him but then i changed my mind because i realized he probably would have killed us. i felt bad about leaving earth because its a beautiful planet but then i changed my mind because i knew i had to. i felt bad about not staying with my daughter and her father. but i did not change my mind about this feeling. i kept feeling bad about this. even after i got on the ship. i woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-2097042168180200773?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/2097042168180200773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/12/distant-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2097042168180200773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2097042168180200773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/12/distant-future.html' title='the distant future'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-6426025241177145677</id><published>2009-12-28T22:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:01:30.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unread letters</title><content type='html'>i was on a boat. and my dorm room was in a room. someone was throwing a party on this boat and i had a handle of vodka that was trying to hide from my teachers because i thought i would get in trouble. on my own boat, at my own party. i packed up everything i owned and put it in those clear plastic tubs. there were four of them in all and i stacked and unstacked them and re stacked them a bunch of times. i said everything is fine, i packed everything i own in these four tubs. but then i noticed i had forgotten about my desk and everything inside of it. i threw my head back and let out this sigh that was probably 15 seconds long. and it felt really good. but then i had to figure out what to do with all my stuff. then my desk disappeared. so i didn't have to worry about it. and i took the plastic tubs and carried them to the bed of my friends pick up truck because he was going to take them somewhere for me.&lt;div&gt;i went back to the party and up these steps and then back down some steps and then looked up and there were more steps. i decided i wanted to go to sleep. but then i was on a porch and there was a letter there taped to the wall. and it was for me. and i kept wanting to go over to the wall and read the letter but people were talking to me and i was getting distracted. i think i made it a point in my dream to walk over to that letter three separate times, but for some reason i never got to touch it and take it off the wall. and that was really frustrating because when i woke up i really wished that i had a letter to read. that would have been a nice way to wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-6426025241177145677?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/6426025241177145677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/12/unread-letters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/6426025241177145677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/6426025241177145677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/12/unread-letters.html' title='unread letters'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-5372846128121973390</id><published>2009-12-24T16:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:16:59.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why</title><content type='html'>i was in a musical based on matthew mcconaughey's life. i was one of his classmates from middle school. we were sitting at our desks wearing collared shirts and we were all singing this song "math-hew mccon-a-hay is so fonn-a-hay". nothing else really happened, it was really sunny on stage. i woke up with this song stuck in my head all morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-5372846128121973390?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-2923980820485590832</id><published>2009-12-21T22:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:52:54.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more dreams more reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/SzBA6ZmBS1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p19fKYsMzs8/s1600-h/like+clay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/SzBA6ZmBS1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p19fKYsMzs8/s320/like+clay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417901723773651794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/SzBA6GKdaUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dR6VVDe-zb0/s1600-h/heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/SzBA6GKdaUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dR6VVDe-zb0/s320/heaven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417901718557780290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking my dreams and morphing them into a more tangible reality&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;click to enlarge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then probably you will want to zoom out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because it makes them really, really large.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-2923980820485590832?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/2923980820485590832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-more-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2923980820485590832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2923980820485590832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-more-more.html' title='more dreams more reality'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/SzBA6ZmBS1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p19fKYsMzs8/s72-c/like+clay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-8688336729733623874</id><published>2009-12-21T13:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:57:40.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>space boy dream - belle and sebastian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;from the album Boy with the Arab Strap. i like this dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i dreamt i had to go to mars. i'm always kidding on about going to mars for the day, but faced with the reality of it, in a dream, i was terrified. and it wasn't going to be like a moon trip. there was three of us going, but we couldn't all go on the same ship; we had to go one at a time with a day between us. i had to go first, and it was the thought of passing through all that black space, all the darkness with nothing in it, and then being the first one to land there, all alone. i knew it was supposed to be all dark around with just a red surface, but what if i got there and it was light, all civilized and populated and stuff? so i made a plan. the other two astronauts were going to be my dad and my sister, and my dad would come first after me, so i decided when i landed i would just stay in my seat until he got there, and then we could get out together and have a look around and see what sorts of things were there. and when i woke up and i was lying in the darkness, i thought i had landed. and i just lay still for awhile, waiting for my dad to get there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sebastian'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-1764957796257533423</id><published>2009-12-21T13:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:33:09.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lava explosions</title><content type='html'>i was on some sort of a scavenger hunt with two other people, one of them i think was my brother. we were staying in a hotel and i walked down the street to go to a museum. i asked the lady at the desk how i could transfer my mail to the front desk of this museum while i was staying doing the scavenger hunt. she said it was very easy and hey look at that i already had mail to pick up. it was a letter from alex and the stamp was a picture of a lion that said 'you are my lion'. i was so excited to read this letter and it looked like a pretty good one but i had to get going. i held onto it throughout the whole dream and was waiting to open it. i left the museum which was full of so many plastic orbs and i wondered what the museum actually was a museum for.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i was in a field with my scavenger hunt team and there was a big sand pit inside of a tennis court. there were large rocks that we lifted up together and there were 12 red squishy balls full of liquid that were underneath each boulder. they looked kind of like gushers, the same size and feel when you touched them. our job was to light them on fire and then our clue would come after we did that. we lit the balls and realized that soon they would explode the boulders and cause the lava underneath the sand to erupt out at us. i kept saying we needed to run away, far away from the sand pit but my teammates were talking to each other and were distracted. i got up and started moving away and saw that a team behind us had lit their boulder already and it was about to explode. we were in danger. it erupted and lava started flowing about 10 seconds after the explosion. then because of that explosion, our boulder exploded too and lava started coming out right at us. i was screaming at my teammates and they finally started getting up but they were too late. the lava started getting on their feet and burning their flesh. i didn't know what to do. i was running as fast as i could to get away from the lava and was barely reaching safety but i wanted to go back and help them. they eventually got to safety with charred feet. we were very scared. i still had the letter in my arm. i was about to open it and then i woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fell back asleep. i was at college. we were in a big baseball field in a forest. there was an empty parking lot and a group of us were getting ready to go to the beach because we didn't have class that day. we fit 9 people in a van and then i called alex and said that he couldn't fit in our car because he had been sleeping. eric and ethan were in the van and they asked the driver if we could stop at the dollar store so they could pick something up for the beach. she dropped them off and they were inside for probably 15 minutes. i got impatient and went in the store. eric was throwing up in the isle and said he was sorry but he was very hungover. then he started laughing. i was confused. ethan came over with walkie-talkies that he had bought and we got really excited to use them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-1764957796257533423?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-4371368040900300219</id><published>2009-12-21T00:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:03:32.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/Sy8O9WNYYxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hUiUt81TfiE/s1600-h/IMG_1280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/Sy8O9WNYYxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hUiUt81TfiE/s320/IMG_1280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417565323846509330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/Sy8O9MGCHaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Rbt_x_5kUAc/s1600-h/IMG_1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/Sy8O9MGCHaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Rbt_x_5kUAc/s320/IMG_1274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417565321131335074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/Sy8O8oevvsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/l_MMwK5PHOs/s1600-h/IMG_1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/Sy8O8oevvsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/l_MMwK5PHOs/s320/IMG_1273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417565311571312322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/Sy8O8bl6O5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/h9yAj7zNBvk/s1600-h/IMG_1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/Sy8O8bl6O5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/h9yAj7zNBvk/s320/IMG_1262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417565308111698834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have had very few dreams this month.&lt;div&gt;i figure i might as well share something that i have been doing lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-4371368040900300219?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/4371368040900300219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/12/art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/4371368040900300219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/4371368040900300219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/12/art.html' title='art'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/Sy8O9WNYYxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hUiUt81TfiE/s72-c/IMG_1280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-243250209522877459</id><published>2009-12-20T02:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T02:55:51.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>zit dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my dream i was popping a zit on my face and i could see something coming up out of my skin and it turned out to be a packing peanut. and the hole in my face from that zit closed up really fast like nothing ever happened and it was a really clean and smooth removal. and there was someone standing behind me that said "......woah" when it happened. we were both surprised and into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i think this is probably the fifth dream i've had like this in my life. its slightly different every time, but would you consider it a reoccurring dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-243250209522877459?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/243250209522877459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/12/zit-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/243250209522877459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/243250209522877459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/12/zit-dream.html' title='zit dream'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-1200282714615059341</id><published>2009-12-10T11:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:18:50.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is hard to have dreams when you are constantly losing sleep due to school work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-1200282714615059341?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/1200282714615059341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-is-hard-to-have-dreams-when-you-are.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/1200282714615059341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/1200282714615059341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-is-hard-to-have-dreams-when-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-7507037110799587176</id><published>2009-11-27T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:38:54.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>katie told me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;in my dream we were taking shots of lost characters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"here, have a shot of kate, have a shot of john locke, have a shot of saywer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do not remember this dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i also don't remember waking katie up and telling her this either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it needs to be remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-7507037110799587176?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-2721893695557896621</id><published>2009-11-27T12:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:09:34.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>foam mouth</title><content type='html'>i don't really remember much of what happened in this one but i do remember being locked in a red bathroom in a very large hotel and i needed to get away from a bad guy. they put these crest foam things in my mouth to keep me from leaving the room. the longer i kept them in my mouth the more foam came out of it, and i couldnt figure out how to stop my mouth from foaming. i think i had about 5 in my mouth at one time standing over the sink with bubbles coming out of my mouth. then i finally thought to take them out of my mouth so i only had one in and the foam was manageable. then i ran out in the hallway while the bad guys were distracted from someone or something else.&lt;div&gt;i was then outside and it was 6 in the morning. i was in holland michigan and my dad picked me up in a car and said that we needed to bring something home really fast, and i said dad i can't! that will take longer than all day and i need to be somewhere at lunch time. but he said, just please, come on. so i went with him. and we drove all the way to my house and picked something up from my mom. i went in the kitchen and said hey and then turned around and got back in the car. next thing i knew we were back in holland and it was only 10:40 in the morning. i still dont know how a 18 hour car ride only took 4.5 hours but it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went back inside the hotel and down these stairs to the basement where i was supposed to meet someone. i found this old movie theater in the basement and there was a family of four sitting staring at the screen. i went up to ask if i was supposed to meet them, but i think they were dead because their skin was grey and they were just staring at nothing. i got weirded out so i ran out of that room really fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-2721893695557896621?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/2721893695557896621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/11/foam-mouth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2721893695557896621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2721893695557896621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/11/foam-mouth.html' title='foam mouth'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-3652383805083648503</id><published>2009-11-27T12:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:59:06.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>project phelps</title><content type='html'>i had a dream that we were watching project runway and it was the season finale so it had already been taped. kelsey was sitting with us watching it and it was cool because she was a contestant on the show. and she told us that she won three challenges in a row and the award for each challenge was 1,000 dollars to phelps dining. then she won the whole thing, she got first place and we were all cheering so loud for her and super excited. she won 4,000 dollars to phelps dining hall and she treated everyone to a big feast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-3652383805083648503?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/3652383805083648503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/11/project-phelps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/3652383805083648503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/3652383805083648503'/><link 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-1327157204430885883?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/1327157204430885883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/11/bogtown.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/1327157204430885883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/1327157204430885883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/11/bogtown.html' title='bogtown'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-8509807799993913670</id><published>2009-11-23T01:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T02:09:55.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>subleasing?</title><content type='html'>i was at craft store with a bunch of my friends and we were looking at halloween costumes. david caplan was there in a costume based on a wild thing, from where the wild things are. but everyone kept saying that it was the american apparel version of that costume. so he was wearing green sweatpants with cuffs on the ends and a brown crew neck sweatshirt with a furry mask that he pulled over his head. there was a cut out for his face and he looked so cute and little in it. i kept asking people why they needed halloween costumes already but no one really knew the answer to that question.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next i was in my neighborhood and i was walking down the street. there was a man that started following me and i didn't like that so i headed towards the bushes but he followed me there. i ran into my house and locked the door because i felt like he was going to try and get in. a few of my friends knocked on the door so we could walk to school together but i had to warn them about the creepy guy. so i let them in and told them to remain calm. then a few more of my friends knocked on the door to let them in. i was getting frustrated because the man could be coming any second and these friends of mine were blowing my cover! i told them that it wasn't safe to go outside so we decided that we had to skip school for a couple of days and lay low. i went upstairs to ask my dad if that was okay. he was shaving his beard in the bathroom and i saw brian voortman in my dads room. i said, brian. what the heck are you doing in my house. you were here three days ago, have you not left yet? and he told me that he had been subleasing my dads room out the last week and how did i not know that by now. but this was the first time i had seen him. and i was very confused. he gave me a ratty old t-shirt that had all the charlie brown characters dressed like frankenstein and i then i was even more confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amanda came down to where we all were sitting and told us that we needed to have a house meeting. in the meeting she told us that our chore for the day was going to the boys house and doing all their chores because they are our good friends and since they never do their chores, we should help them out and be good samaritans. noosha was there. she and i were not into this idea. at all. but amanda told us to get our crummy clothes on so we did. but we just stood in the backyard. then andrew clark yelled at us from our neighbors run down house and he said he was now living in the attic there and had a really neat couch and broken wall boards that you could swing back to peek into the other rooms of the house, and even in the backyard. that was neat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i was in an auditorium sitting next to maria krebs and we were at a performance of some kind. marcus regan walked past us in the isle. he was wearing a yellow halloween costume, i think it might have been a banana. something cute. i looked at maria and said, isn't marcus the cutest thing in the world. and she said, no. actually i've never thought that before. i said really? you don't think so? and she said yeah. i never have. we both shrugged and that was that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7278343942394508231-8509807799993913670?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/8509807799993913670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/11/subleasing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/8509807799993913670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/8509807799993913670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/11/subleasing.html' title='subleasing?'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-66614949819931755</id><published>2009-11-13T09:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:50:46.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all over the place</title><content type='html'>in my dream there was a lot of snow and pizza was so house trained that she would come up to me when she had to go to the bathroom and let me know by licking my hand and then we would let her outside. i watched her jump down the steps in the snow and she looked so cute.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i was at hope college high school and my mom told me i needed to go take a standardized test at calvin high school, which i had never been to. i told her i didn't want to go because i was hanging out with alex and that we needed to do other more important things. she said this would really make a difference in my education so would i please do it, thanks. she gave me a map that she drew herself and i tried to use it to get there, but i couldn't find my car. it took me 10 minutes to find my car which was the amount of time i had to get over there, so i missed the test and couldn't go. i felt bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then will and bria picked me up in this huge HUGE monster truck and we were driving in manlius at night. we were all drunk and throwing pumpkins at people that we drove by. i kept saying 'slow down!' but then also saying 'go faster!' almost in the same sentence. i think we might have been in costumes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it was spring and we were in line for some concert kind of thing, but we were all in cars. i rode with paul rice who kept being impatient in line and cutting everyone but then once we got to the front he would let everyone in front of him and we would be in the back of the line. and there were other people in my car that i could see and they were listening to my cds and not putting them back in the cases when they were done and i was getting really anxious about that. a bunch of us got in the back of someones van. all the seats were out so we had a lot of room. it was really awkward because no one was talking and then three of the girls started talking about really personal stuff and kelsey came over and sat down and said abby i don't know if you know this but i support your new endeavor one hundred percent. and she had a picket sign in her hands but it was blank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i was in my old high school art room with kallie and mickey and mr. ned and we were talking about mr. bergman, an old substitute teacher we had in high school. we were saying how young he was when we were seniors and all agreed he had to have been only 22 when he was subbing because he was so cute and young. then mickey started doing impressions of mr. ned for us and lifted him up and gave him a bear hug. then i took a big gulp of water from this large jar and decided to stop because i remembered there were fish in them. then mr. ned and i looked through this fish tank  and watched hundreds of little fish swimming around with each other, forming patterns with their bodies. and it was so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-66614949819931755?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/66614949819931755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-over-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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was no sun and no lights but the sky was bright all over and we couldn't tell where the light was coming from. everything was very much like earth except people didn't feel pain or sadness. someone said something mean to me but i didn't feel sad, i didn't feel anything. i heard someone talking about what new york city was like in heaven and that it was really crowded, more than we were used to on earth. there were people all over, all kinds of people. most of them were shopping and a lot of people were drinking and some people were planting in their gardens. i was looking at an arial view of the city and it was like i was flying down the street.&lt;div&gt;i met up with a team of students in a restaurant. i had two beers with me but i felt bad because none of them drank so i hid one under my seat and took one in the bathroom with me and drank it there. the other beer got warm under the table. everyone left and i walked down the street and met up with this big animal. i was on a hovering seat thing, kind of like a flying saucer from the future. we flew between the street signs and building ads for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to go to the wood part of heaven but i couldn't get out of the city part that i was in. people all around me kept testing heaven. since there was no pain they were all jumping off things and making sure it was real. it felt too good to be true, but also at the same time it was not good enough to be heaven in my opinion. i felt skeptical the whole dream and also i felt bad about being so skeptical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it started raining. i was in a big group of people and there was music on and people were dancing.  mickey showed up and i looked over at abby. we were with a large group of our friends and we were all wearing red. my dress was really short and i kept pulling it down to fix it. as soon as we got to the floor everyone moved out of the way for us and we started doing a choreographed dance to whatever song was on. just as soon as we were getting into it my alarm went off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-1257883586570181869?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/1257883586570181869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/11/heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/1257883586570181869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/1257883586570181869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/11/heaven.html' title='heaven.'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-5719924104143284405</id><published>2009-11-06T17:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:16:07.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>does cherry coke have red 40</title><content type='html'>i was in my hometown neighborhood with a bunch of my friends from college. we all lived in the same house and were hanging out in the living room together. my brother wanted food so kelsey alex joe and i got in a car and started driving to taco bell. kelsey was driving and alex was in the passengers seat. joe and i were in the back seats. while we were driving away we saw marlee walking across the street. she was really upset because we hadn't hung out with her since she had gotten back from spain. we noticed there were a lot of people in our neighborhood all over the place. overturned cars on the streets and people running around. the telephone wires were really low, almost hitting the top of the car that we were riding in. i looked over and saw the house on the corner of the street was on fire. all the people that were outside looked like they were throwing water on the house with their hands, but they had no water. so they were just waving their hands in front of the fire trying to put it out. we got really nervous because the fire was spreading around and soon we would be blocked in my neighborhood. kelsey saw an opening in the road where we could drive out, but then a semi truck turned over in front of us and we had to jump out of the car and run underneath the truck. all of the sudden alex yelled FUCK and we all knew that something really bad was going to happen. alex said he spilled his beer on the fire and soon everything would explode. we didn't know whether or not to run and die or stay put and stay together and then die. i guess we didn't think about it very long because the next thing i knew i was lying on the ground looking at the pavement. then the car that had exploded turned into cigarettes and they were raining down onto the street in front of my face. and i knew i was dead.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so freaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-5719924104143284405?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/5719924104143284405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-228121761227910501</id><published>2009-11-03T08:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:06:21.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two of them</title><content type='html'>i was holding a bunch of rocks in my hands and someone stole my earrings. abby came over to me and said here let me give you a pair of mine. we walked through this house that was a dorm that had little nooks in the hallways and people had their dorm rooms in the hallways. i couldn't understand why all their stuff was perfectly safe but my earrings were stolen out of my ears. abby gave me her earrings and i tried to get them in but it wouldn't go and i woke up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i had a dream that i was in a sky scraper with alex and we were on the 12th floor. he was standing up by the window and there was this narrator pretending he was alex. and he said 'the top things i'm thinking but never say outloud''. i only caught the last 3 but they were "WOW i love this sweater.", "i am having so much fun", and "i actually do think jack mclaughlin is funny". and we didn't know where the voice was coming from but it was funny and we laughed. and then alex said outloud, "i actually do love this sweater" and there was a huge window that was taking up the whole wall and "i thought this is so nice, but it would be nicer if we were two floors up so we had a better view of the building next to us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-228121761227910501?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/228121761227910501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-of-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/228121761227910501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/228121761227910501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-of-them.html' title='two of them'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-7272302562112019290</id><published>2009-11-02T08:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:10:23.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its quiet up there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-7272302562112019290?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/7272302562112019290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-quiet-up-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/7272302562112019290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/7272302562112019290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-quiet-up-there.html' title=''/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-4492696747230018734</id><published>2009-10-24T15:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:14:17.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>naps are weird</title><content type='html'>two very quick dreams:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was walking into our house through the front door and an alarm went off but i didn't know how to turn it off. my heart started beating really fast and the alarm got louder. there was a voice that kept repeating something. i felt really frantic and woke up. lost was on tv and there was an alarm going off and the voice that was in my dream was actually on the tv show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was in my house and my brother walked in the room and his neck was all cut up. it looked like someone peeled off his skin in layers like an onion. he wasn't saying anything and everyone was yelling. a group of about 3 more people walked in and they were bloody too. i looked down at my brother and a spider came near my face from the ceiling. i swatted it away, and then there was another one. but i couldn't see it with my eyes, i just knew it was there. and no matter where i looked i couldn't see it. but i could feel it getting closer to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-4492696747230018734?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/4492696747230018734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/naps-are-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/4492696747230018734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/4492696747230018734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/naps-are-weird.html' title='naps are weird'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-6438876477383122525</id><published>2009-10-23T14:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:36:11.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>when i sleep on the futon my dreams aren't that cool</title><content type='html'>two dreams.&lt;div&gt;both of them ended with me waking up and you being gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then i woke up in real life both times and you were still there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, that was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-6438876477383122525?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/6438876477383122525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-sleep-on-futon-my-dreams-arent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/6438876477383122525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/6438876477383122525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-sleep-on-futon-my-dreams-arent.html' title='when i sleep on the futon my dreams aren&apos;t that cool'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-8115354876862061973</id><published>2009-10-22T12:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:22:38.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nap</title><content type='html'>in my dream i was at a party with all of my friends from school. talking and playing with one of those huge parachutes. my friend katie walks in the room with my friend jeremy from high school. i hugged him for so long and said jeremy jeremy how are you doing. then i turned around and jordan was there too. and i said if mark dodds walks in the door i will freak. and then i saw him. and i put my head in a pillow and just stayed there for awhile trying to understand why all my nice friends from high school were with me. he came over to me and i kissed him on the cheek and then he kissed me on the lips. and we were all just so happy to see each other.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next thing i knew i was walking on a parkway in this park over a hill. the trees were really short and the road was really curvy. luke was with me wearing really stupid sunglasses and so was eric, and us three were strutting like idiots down this street. no one said anything but we all knew that we were on the intro to the OC. not as side-orders, but we were the main characters. and we knew how stupid this was and how stupid we looked but we were just walking so dumb and laughing so hard and shaking our heads. i could hear myself giggling in real life but i just kept walking on this walkway and giggling in my dream because it was so funny. then i finally said this needs to stop, so i woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-8115354876862061973?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/8115354876862061973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/nap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/8115354876862061973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/8115354876862061973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/nap.html' title='nap'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-7300033047620411004</id><published>2009-10-20T11:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:45:48.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ice</title><content type='html'>in a hotel lobby standing at the ice machine. i needed ice cubes because i wanted to eat them. i didn't have a cup or anything to put them in. next to the machine there was a stack of those tiny paper cups they have when you get ketchup at wendys. so i used one of those. but the ice cubes wouldn't fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-2562116797414658059</id><published>2009-10-16T09:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:43:55.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>people everywhere</title><content type='html'>i was in what looked like a food court waiting with alex to see katie play in her orchestra concert. i was surrounded by people but didn't feel any anxiety about it. it was actually really comforting this time. i felt calm. we never found katie but there was a wind ensemble playing up on stage. it was really hard to see them because the people weren't just on the floor, they were everywhere. stacked on top of each other, walking up and down as if they were on stairs. alex turned to me and asked if i wanted to get a picture of the chaos. i looked down and was holding a camera. i think i took 8 photographs. my camera used film but when i took each picture they were kept on file behind my eyelids so when i closed my eyes i could go back and see each one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-2562116797414658059?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/2562116797414658059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/people-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2562116797414658059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/2562116797414658059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/people-everywhere.html' title='people everywhere'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-8741337778958969631</id><published>2009-10-14T07:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T07:58:29.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chairlifts and chihuahuas</title><content type='html'>in my dream i was sitting on a chair lift with three of my friends from high school. josh was there and he looked so happy and exactly the same as i remember him. we were watching a group of our friends below us having a bonfire. i leaned forward and jumped off but didn't really need to jump i suppose because i sort of just walked onto the ground below me very gracefully. next thing i knew i was back on the chairlift with the same people doing the same exact thing. maybe i had deja-vu in my dream. it was weird. when i returned back to the ground i saw maddie and her hair was so long-almost to her knees. and she kept saying that she painted her room purple and we could all hang out in it if we wanted to. i sat down on the ground and just lay there for a while. i saw a girl that goes to my school, the skinny one that always runs with her lacrosse stick. she was playing with my bunny and i was pissed about it because she turned it into a baby chihauhau. and also pizza could talk now so it was extra creepy because her voice was raspy and she kept rolling down the hill in this chihauhau body. i told the girl that she could keep her. she told me she didn't want to. she said she was nervous she was going to get a virus because she kissed pizza's head and there was flea spray on it. i said why would you ever think a bunny could get fleas. and she said, pizza isn't a bunny, she is a chihauhau. i immediately left that conversation and woke up because ????? no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-8741337778958969631?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/8741337778958969631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/chairlifts-and-chihuahuas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/8741337778958969631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/8741337778958969631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/chairlifts-and-chihuahuas.html' title='chairlifts and chihuahuas'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-4935348046623865882</id><published>2009-10-13T11:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:41:14.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sliding on cement</title><content type='html'>i was riding in a car with a bunch of my friends somewhere, there were three separate cars and somebody's parents were driving. the one i was in was a white van with no seats in it so we were sitting on the floor. my friend was talking about how green this car was and what made it so great. we had a long conversation about how the blinds in the van were like the spoons that phelps serves sometimes. the ones made out of corn that you can boil and somehow eat? or maybe not eat them, they just ... are better for the environment or something. so we pulled the blinds off and boiled them to see if it worked.&lt;div&gt;we were outside of a building made entirely out of cement because someone we were with wanted to get OCD medicine and had to get tested here. we were walking around inside waiting for him to come out, and i slipped on the floor and started sliding around on my back because the floors weren't level. I made it all the way down the hallway without moving and when other people tried, they just fell over and didn't move around at all. We laughed at this and then realized we were sweating a lot so we went outside. The boy we were waiting on came out and was so happy because he got the medicine. I was holding Pizza the bunny except somehow she grew and was probably 10 pounds because it was almost too much weight for me to hold her like i normally do. So i put her over my shoulder like a baby and carried her that way. The hill we walked down to the car was so steep we had to take really tiny steps or else we would topple over. I was back in the car, there was a lot of traffic and I got really nervous that we were going to get in an accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my alarm went off, i went back to sleep. i did not go to class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was in my house and my alarm went off so i got up and was jumping around the room. i ran over to my computer and put the song 'down' by jay sean (??????) on really loud. i had a paintbrush in both of my hands and no shirt on. there were people at our house and i told them not to bother me because i was working on my still life for painting class. i kept saying i needed to have something to show my teacher since i hadn't gone to class in a week. i first did a still life of pieces of cloth pinned to the walls in my house. then i decided that was a stupid idea, and decided to use people as the objects in my still life. i used their heads. two were up close to me and one was in the distance, and it looked really good. i was proud of myself for mixing colors that looked so much like skin tones. and all with a pallet knife! i was impressed with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i woke up and couldn't figure out if the second part of that dream was actually real or not. it was so realistic that i didn't know if it was a memory. after about an hour of debating in my head, i've come to the conclusion that these things did not actually happen in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-4935348046623865882?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/4935348046623865882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/stop-sleeping-through-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/4935348046623865882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/4935348046623865882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/stop-sleeping-through-class.html' title='sliding on cement'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-3402734707647765746</id><published>2009-10-08T14:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:42:41.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it is raining</title><content type='html'>some kind of ball room dancing outside.&lt;div&gt;someone shorter than me was my partner and it was a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she kept putting her cheek on mine and saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we will be partners forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i hated that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also remember being at my middle school and going down the hallways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is something that used to happen in my dreams a lot, being in middle school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm actually really upset i don't remember this dream because i knew it when my alarm went off but when i jumped out of bed it jumped out of my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-3402734707647765746?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/3402734707647765746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-raining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/3402734707647765746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/3402734707647765746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-raining.html' title='it is raining'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-1515778128070131182</id><published>2009-10-06T08:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:27:59.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i now have a pet bunny named pizza</title><content type='html'>i was sitting in a parking lot trying to get something out of my car, but i was going through the sunroof so i was very high. there were some kids i've never seen sitting in a car next to me and they had their door open. i could tell they were going to smoke but they were being so shady because they didn't want me to to know. i jumped down and slid through their open window. i said, 'i know what you guys are doing and i don't mind so why don't you go ahead and stop wasting time.' and they said 'OH YOU DON'T MIND, OKAY'. i got out of the car and it started raining. this girl i've met one time previous in real life came up to me and asked if i wanted to go to the gas station with her. i said sure and we left. when i came back jacob townley was really angry with me for trusting someone i barely knew. i said jacob, its fine there is nothing wrong with making new friends, and he said as a christian i wasn't supposed to trust anyone. i said thats silly jacob, and then turned around and was in my house. amanda asked me if she could drink some of my soy milk and i said 'of course, don't even worry about it at all. it tastes exactly like candy.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-1515778128070131182?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/1515778128070131182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-now-have-pet-bunny-named-pizza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/1515778128070131182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/1515778128070131182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-now-have-pet-bunny-named-pizza.html' title='i now have a pet bunny named pizza'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-8781621575307982982</id><published>2009-10-02T11:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:27:55.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>book</title><content type='html'>i was at an estate sale and found a book that i really liked. the top two inches had been sawed off and the binding was torn but it was really pretty. the cover was yellow and light blue. i was looking through the pictures and it was a story about a family, the history of where they came from and information about each person up to about 1994. i started looking at the pictures and realized it was a story about my family. we were the ones in the pictures. i was freaking out about this, ran over to my parents and kept saying !!! this is about us !!! they were not as impressed about this as i was. i kept repeating "and all this time we thought we were such mysteries"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-8781621575307982982?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/8781621575307982982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/book.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/8781621575307982982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/8781621575307982982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/10/book.html' title='book'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-1081727895907196264</id><published>2009-09-30T08:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:16:40.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>missed</title><content type='html'>i forgot to grab them when they were floating away&lt;div&gt;so i don't remember any this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i did find that i took my socks off in my sleep last night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and threw them across the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-1081727895907196264?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/1081727895907196264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/09/missed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/1081727895907196264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/1081727895907196264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/09/missed.html' title='missed'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-1219494539480217377</id><published>2009-09-29T08:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:43:50.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>big wishes</title><content type='html'>i was sitting in a room with my two friends abby and sarah talking about how cold it was outside. there was a bunny on the bed sitting next to me. i kept picking it up and saying "look, i'm a bunny" i looked outside the window and there was snow everywhere. there was also a fox outside looking through the window at me. he was sad that he was outside in the cold and not inside under blankets with us. next i was holding hands with alex and we walked down these stairs and started making this huge bouquet volcano out of ripped up pieces of love letters everyone in the world had ever written. our hands were moving so fast making this. people kept coming up to me and saying my that is pretty. then i saw a video of myself in a coat and scarf. i remember saying out loud "in my dreams i own a yellow coat". the sound of my own voice woke me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-1219494539480217377?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/feeds/1219494539480217377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/1219494539480217377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278343942394508231/posts/default/1219494539480217377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahschreiber.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-wishes.html' title='big wishes'/><author><name>leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226571344965292598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-2497430058566824360</id><published>2009-09-28T00:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:47:58.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the go getter</title><content type='html'>i had a dream last night&lt;div&gt;maybe you had it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it could have passed through our feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-6164232278652664728</id><published>2009-09-22T09:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:18:15.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb</title><content type='html'>i was taking all these stupid pictures of nothing with my camera and then got really upset because i remembered that it wasn't a digital camera and that i had just wasted a whole roll of film.&lt;div&gt;cool dream huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-6164232278652664728?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cnaE5Cs6f4/S9ztxLy3d9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mwgrKRtHDYA/S220/Photo+98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278343942394508231.post-1052368555072905251</id><published>2009-09-18T08:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:01:48.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>morbid</title><content type='html'>i was in a big kitchen at meijer, i think it was my job or something. regardless, i was there and we  were making garlic cheese breadsticks to be packaged and sold. i was sitting on a stool. i didn't know anyone else there besides my friends adam and eric. only eric was a combination of two people- my friend eric and a boy i went to high school with named jeremy. i was talking with one of the other employees and i was thinking about how handsome he was. then he admitted to me that him and his wife are meth heads and if you do the percentages in small doses its not as dangerous as a drug as people give it credit for. i kept thinking wow, maybe this guy is right because his face isn't messed up at all, i mean, he's still really attractive. he said him and his wife just take a little before bed every night and its okay. then adam and eric started fighting and i tried to get them to stop but they had been fighting like this all day. i didn't know what to do and they stood up from their chairs and started pushing each other around. both of them whipped out a knife. adam stabbed eric in the leg but i didn't see that happen because there was no blood or puncture. then eric/jeremy duo sliced adam in the throat and it was so scary and there were pieces of skin on his little blade and i wanted to throw up. adam said it was okay and i held his hand and then all of the sudden his eyes got really big and he looked scared. eric/jeremy got nervous too and started whimpering, i kept yelling at everyone to call 911 but they were just standing there. i put adam on the ground and held his hand and yelled for help so loud and for so long. i think i freaked myself out in real life because i woke up really startled.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i went back to sleep and i was in a car with marlee telling her about this dream i just had. she was sitting there listening and then she missed a right turn, but we were in the farthest left hand land so she cut a lane and tried to make the turn but we got hit by a car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i woke up again and i just decided not to go back to sleep because my dreams lately are really bothering me and i didn't want to have another one like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278343942394508231-1052368555072905251?l=leahschreiber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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