<?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-3175632178739594276</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:37:45.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midsummer Night's Dream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iftach.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175632178739594276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iftach.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Iftach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000906399775113519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175632178739594276.post-1081974963682230002</id><published>2007-12-26T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:27:35.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two more dreams...</title><content type='html'>27.12.07&lt;br /&gt;dreamt i was in some town (i have no idea which, except that it was the familiar western settings), i can't remember what i was doing there. all the people in the dream were unfamiliar to me, people i can't remember ever meeting.&lt;br /&gt;in the dream i was going in a taxi with a friend to a rock concert. we picked up some friends on the way. one of them was a girl, who for the rest of the dream was holding my elbow. at the concert we went straight in, and once we got in i noticed there was a long long line of people waiting to come in, then i realised we had 'VIP' tickets (?). the concert hall was like an open ampitheatre. when we sat down i asked someone to move over so the girl who was holding my elbow could sit next to me, and then the 3 teenagers next to us turned out to be the warm up act, and went on stage... that's when i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;strange, strange. nothing in that dream is familiar from my waking life... except for the girl who was holding my elbow - that reminds me of something "A" does all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.12.07&lt;br /&gt;dreamt i was on a group hike with the people from the mechina. we were hiking from some 'foresty/bushy' area. after we walked abit, Nir (Dolev) gave me an acid pill, which i gladly :) took. later on (lost sense of time in that dream), Celli also took out an acid pill from his pocket and gave it to me, this one had the initial ESM (or maybe ESG?) carved on it. i took it too :)&lt;br /&gt;after that i was sitting with Celli somewhere and trying to convince him to give me some Ecstasy, which he eventually agreed to.&lt;br /&gt;later on in the hike we came to a opening, a big viewpoint (mitzpeh). it was the same view as from Ben-Gurion's grave in Sde Boker. i remember feeling the view was amazing, partly because i was imagining that i am tripping. then suddenly the landscape started to morph into a huge 'train yard/cemetery' with all these massive old trains and train skeletons and rail lines leading to dead ends... past that i don't remember much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i've been thinking alot about my friends from home, aswell as drugs... so it's no surprise it's popping up. kind of strange that they mix together... and the trains, well, i remember an old dream where i was in that same train yard - very strange... i wonder whats up with that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175632178739594276-1081974963682230002?l=iftach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iftach.blogspot.com/feeds/1081974963682230002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175632178739594276&amp;postID=1081974963682230002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175632178739594276/posts/default/1081974963682230002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175632178739594276/posts/default/1081974963682230002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iftach.blogspot.com/2007/12/two-more-dreams.html' title='two more dreams...'/><author><name>Iftach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000906399775113519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175632178739594276.post-5383260005791845668</id><published>2007-12-17T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:37:25.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;17.12.07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dreamt i was with my 'crew' (friends) from high school, at some house of a family friends. i was taking care of this house for them. we were having somekind of party, and just hanging out and chatting (like we always do)... then the owner (woman) of the house called me and asked "why is Yuda Braun moving in the house?", and me feeling nervous since in the dream (in reality too?) yuda has a reputation of being a trouble maker/big mess maker...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think i really miss my friends and its starting to pop up in the dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i also vaguely remember making out with (i think it was) "A" in my dream, but can't remember the details too well...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well - i know where that comes from... too much office flirtation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.11.07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dreamt i was in the Hebrew University in Jerusalem. At first i was walking down a corridor and bumped into someone who i thought was Ariel Magal (my cousin), but it wasn't him, he looked like someone who was preparing for a presentatin and so didn't talk with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i kept on walking down the corridor and thought i was walking past the places where they are doing the interviews/screenings for "Yehuda Ha'Tzair" (my first job after the army, as a tour guide... which was also a job Ariel helped me to get and was one of the bosses there).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there i ran into someone who caught my hand and started pulling me up and out of the building. outside in the street i recognised Dudu Palma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i sat down with him and told him theres "a big mess at the university", so he said "that's what it looks likes when there are so many businesses running within the university".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at this point i rememberred about my bag, and i tried looking for it, but couldn't find it because all the bags looked the same(?)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;apart from the motives of Yehuda HaTzair and my cousin - and maybe it's relation to the unviersity crowd, since most of the people i worked with were students - i think this dream is really just a release of random shit from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.10.70&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dreamt i was in the set of Star Wars (!!!) and met George Lucas(!!!). there were &lt;strong&gt;strong&lt;/strong&gt; motives of ancient mysticism and escoterism in the movie and really good shifts(?) from scene to scene...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't know what's going on in my head here... too much acid... anyway, once a geek - always a geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.10.07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dream a) i dreamt that ___ apologises that our first date didn't go well, but that she really likes me and wants to give it another chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pretty obvious what my subconcious wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dream b) dreamt i was in a super in china preparing for my trip, and i meet "z" and someone else (can't remember who)... but "z" acts like a snob and i tell him he hasn't changed at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"z" was a person who gave me alot of shit in the army... i guess it dug in deeper then i thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175632178739594276-5383260005791845668?l=iftach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iftach.blogspot.com/feeds/5383260005791845668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175632178739594276&amp;postID=5383260005791845668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175632178739594276/posts/default/5383260005791845668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175632178739594276/posts/default/5383260005791845668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iftach.blogspot.com/2007/12/3.html' title=''/><author><name>Iftach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000906399775113519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
