<?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-3536838001746528617</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:07:35.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Nights Home</title><subtitle type='html'>It's a blog about "nightmares and weird dreams", so it means I have abandonment issues, lots of piercings, I listen to loud Metallica songs from the '80s, and I don't shower very often. Well, I gotta tell you, you're wrong on all accounts. Now stop reading this ranting, and read the other one, called "entry". ;-) Or a book, now that would definitely get you somewhere.
Cheers!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longnightshome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536838001746528617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longnightshome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Monday Hater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12761954537044122620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHUI7mLelB4/SUoOC4nnVrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AYP5HXFwTtk/S220/nightmare.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536838001746528617.post-8663440858394500240</id><published>2008-12-22T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:23:01.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Synapsis</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" style="border:1px solid #666666; background-color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="160" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a target="blank" href="http://www.gamezhero.com/online-games/adventure-games/synapsis-games.html"&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px solid #666666;" src="http://files.gamezhero.com/images/gameLargeImages/synapsisBig.jpg" alt="Synapsis" title="Synapsis" border="0" height="173" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font-size:14px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight:normal;padding:0px; margin:0px; font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFCC00" href="http://www.gamezhero.com/online-games/adventure-games/synapsis-games.html" title="Synapsis"&gt;Online Game: Synapsis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Synapsis is a new escape the room game. You start with a cube on a desk and must work through a series of clues in several rooms to complete the adventure and escape the game. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFCC00" href="http://www.gamezhero.com/online-games/adventure-games/synapsis-games.html" title="Synapsis"&gt;Play This Free Game Now&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a style="color:#FFCC00" href="http://www.gamezhero.com/online-games/adventure-games/synapsis-games.html" title="Synapsis"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536838001746528617-8663440858394500240?l=longnightshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longnightshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8663440858394500240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longnightshome.blogspot.com/2008/12/synapsis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536838001746528617/posts/default/8663440858394500240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536838001746528617/posts/default/8663440858394500240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longnightshome.blogspot.com/2008/12/synapsis.html' title='Synapsis'/><author><name>The Monday Hater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12761954537044122620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHUI7mLelB4/SUoOC4nnVrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AYP5HXFwTtk/S220/nightmare.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536838001746528617.post-8122831388566188450</id><published>2008-12-20T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:53:43.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuclear Disposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHUI7mLelB4/SUzAmXsUGsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/byd2y6wBs98/s1600-h/mushroom-clown-ps3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHUI7mLelB4/SUzAmXsUGsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/byd2y6wBs98/s320/mushroom-clown-ps3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281808228426193602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream. I dreamt that I was looking through my kitchen window, and I saw this huge bulldog, the size of an elephant running around the building. Then, I saw what I thought was a big asteroid falling a mile or so from my building, but it turned out to be a bomb, and the last thing I saw was the huge "mushroom cloud".&lt;br /&gt;After that, I ran to the living room, where there were 3 clocks showing exactly 7 o'clock. Now, I would've appreciated the dark casino humour of 7-7-7 or at least the "7 is a mystical number" cliché, had I not been so freaked out that it was the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Then I sort of black out, and I wake up on this beach with these hot girls. And I think "Hey, if I died and this is the afterlife, it ain't so bad...", but then these Asian guys show up, staring at us. On second thought, I'd rather not.&lt;br /&gt;So then I wake up on a train, going I don't know where, and then I wake up for real.&lt;br /&gt;No more reruns of Jericho before I go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536838001746528617-8122831388566188450?l=longnightshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longnightshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8122831388566188450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longnightshome.blogspot.com/2008/12/nuclear-disposal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536838001746528617/posts/default/8122831388566188450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536838001746528617/posts/default/8122831388566188450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longnightshome.blogspot.com/2008/12/nuclear-disposal.html' title='Nuclear Disposal'/><author><name>The Monday Hater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12761954537044122620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHUI7mLelB4/SUoOC4nnVrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AYP5HXFwTtk/S220/nightmare.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHUI7mLelB4/SUzAmXsUGsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/byd2y6wBs98/s72-c/mushroom-clown-ps3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536838001746528617.post-6621137777434172862</id><published>2008-12-18T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:49:59.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mystical (or not so much) Dog Bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHUI7mLelB4/SUoOqL13qsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/95m6d6297vQ/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHUI7mLelB4/SUoOqL13qsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/95m6d6297vQ/s320/dog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281049630941358786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a dream. I dreamt that I dreamt (yeah, sort of like a picture-in-picture TV, only better) that I was attacked by a wild dog. It bit my leg (and I obviously felt it, as usually), and just as I was preparing to react (one way or another -- not really sure how), I woke up in this big room, in this large bed, by myself. I looked at the bite, and it was there, which surprised me, thinking I'd dreamt the whole thing. I knew something was wrong (it looked nothing like my real bedroom), but then this expressionless doctor came in, with a pretty big, metalic, golden syringe, which had some sort of clockwork mechanism, and gave me a shot of whatever that was very quickly. Then a nurse came in, and told me they successfully "removed the scarred tissue", so now the bite looked more like a burnt scar. Then I blinked, and suddenly I wake up in this university (fully clothed -- thankfully I never got that cliché of dreaming I'm naked in an education facility), all made of wood, with a high ceiling. Looked more like a cathedral, except it was a university. You get it. So then my professors come out of nowhere and tell me I haven't been to class in ages.&lt;br /&gt;By this time I felt like a male version of Alice in Wonderland high on LSD, but the thing is, I woke up for real this time, not knowing what to believe (you know what it's like after you've just woken up), and I don't even get to the point of feeling safely awake or anything, that I fall asleep again. Obviously, having a continuance of this dream (which I can't remember).&lt;br /&gt;No more dynamite chocolate cake before bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536838001746528617-6621137777434172862?l=longnightshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longnightshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6621137777434172862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longnightshome.blogspot.com/2008/12/mystical-or-not-so-much-dog-bite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536838001746528617/posts/default/6621137777434172862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536838001746528617/posts/default/6621137777434172862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longnightshome.blogspot.com/2008/12/mystical-or-not-so-much-dog-bite.html' title='The Mystical (or not so much) Dog Bite'/><author><name>The Monday Hater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12761954537044122620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHUI7mLelB4/SUoOC4nnVrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AYP5HXFwTtk/S220/nightmare.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHUI7mLelB4/SUoOqL13qsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/95m6d6297vQ/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
