<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 20:53:39 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Boring Dreams</title><description>Marvel at the exceptional dullness of my internal life. 

Gasp as the enervating details of my very least interesting dreams unfold before your very eyes.

Welcome. Prepare to be amazed.</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-2401582741295671485</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T20:41:17.020+01:00</atom:updated><title>Fringe</title><description>A few nights ago I dreamed that my brother cut off a bit of my fringe and I was REALLY ANGRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-2401582741295671485?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/fringe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-3294276181499170668</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 22:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-25T23:42:24.374+01:00</atom:updated><title>Milk</title><description>The other night I dreamed I tipped a jug of milk over my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-3294276181499170668?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/milk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-5082515876644875142</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-13T19:08:41.419+01:00</atom:updated><title>Earthquake</title><description>The other night I dreamed there was an earthquake but I didn't notice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-5082515876644875142?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/earthquake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-2066166613088768145</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-07T18:03:16.476+01:00</atom:updated><title>Pencil</title><description>Last night I dreamed I was sharpening an eyeliner pencil and the end kept breaking off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-2066166613088768145?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/pencil.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-8929421628195697646</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 17:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-22T17:36:35.989Z</atom:updated><title>Croissants</title><description>Last night I dreamed I bought a selection of continental patisserie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-8929421628195697646?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/croissants.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-4008897326252058800</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-15T13:54:19.505Z</atom:updated><title>Hat</title><description>I recently lost a hat.  The other night I dreamed I'd found it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-4008897326252058800?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/hat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-4186569717931906677</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T16:44:45.414Z</atom:updated><title>Rent</title><description>I also dreamed I negotiated the rent on a flat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-4186569717931906677?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/rent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-7318370461831152914</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T16:44:22.261Z</atom:updated><title>Coke</title><description>Last night I dreamed I bought two cans of full-fat Coca Cola and put them in the fridge, neatly lined up on the left-hand side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-7318370461831152914?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/coke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-1081381649824899415</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 20:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-20T21:16:29.321+01:00</atom:updated><title>Pudding</title><description>The other night I dreamed I had a work meeting with someone and she brought me along a lemon pudding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-1081381649824899415?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/pudding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-73424520605527050</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-27T21:24:52.576+01:00</atom:updated><title>Medicine</title><description>I keep all my medicines (Anadins, Nytols etc.) in a small zip-up bag in my bathroom.  Last night I dreamed that someone had taken them all out of the bag and laid them out on the side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-73424520605527050?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/medicine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-5210567844041710794</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 13:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-15T14:57:05.311+01:00</atom:updated><title>Rash</title><description>Last night I dreamed I had a blistery rash on my right arm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-5210567844041710794?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/rash.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-9057810235072017271</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 10:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-13T11:15:44.065+01:00</atom:updated><title>Omelette</title><description>Last night I dreamed I made an omelette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-9057810235072017271?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/omelette.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-3467753826237475278</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 08:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-10T09:01:51.026+01:00</atom:updated><title>Cold</title><description>Last night I dreamed I had a cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-3467753826237475278?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/cold.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-6453112468048500965</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 09:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-31T10:44:34.078+01:00</atom:updated><title>Fours</title><description>Last night I dreamed I was walking to the station.  On all fours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-6453112468048500965?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/fours.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-4957589150095652927</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 07:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-30T08:06:29.122+01:00</atom:updated><title>Nose</title><description>Last night I dreamed I pulled out two long hairs which were growing on my nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-4957589150095652927?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/nose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-593632015750701832</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 18:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-19T22:15:32.045+01:00</atom:updated><title>Parrot</title><description>Last night I dreamed that someone gave me a parrot to look after.  There was some confusion though, over whether it was in fact a parrot, or a bottle of bleach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-593632015750701832?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/parrot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-4585112999630361067</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 13:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-03T16:16:31.841+01:00</atom:updated><title>Suit</title><description>The other night I had a very peculiar dream.  I dreamed I met my grandfather in the garden.  He died in 1983, so this was pretty momentous.  I asked him what he had come back for; did he have some important message to impart to me, his only granddaughter, after all these long years?  Yes,  he said, there was something very important indeed, but it was actually something he rather hoped &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; could tell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.  He needed a new suit; what was my opinion of Paul Smith?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-4585112999630361067?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/suit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-3548618509923356935</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 08:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-01T09:11:06.107+01:00</atom:updated><title>Morning</title><description>Yesterday I dreamed I woke up, got dressed, had breakfast and went to work.  I then actually did wake up, get dressed, have breakfast and go to work.  So you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could &lt;/span&gt;say I dreamed the future.  But in what has to be the most boring way possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-3548618509923356935?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-3919844063681956034</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 09:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T17:38:31.089+01:00</atom:updated><title>Barbecue</title><description>I'm not sure this one qualifies really because it is a bit out there, but it's essentially very prosaic so I reckon it's in the mould of the boring Bin Laden dreams mentioned in that BBC article I linked to a couple of months ago, and therefore legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain appears to have been somewhat preoccupied with the Zimbabwean elections last night, as I dreamed that Robert Mugabe had, among all the fuss and flurry, briefly gone AWOL. He was eventually discovered hiding out in Morgan Tsvangirai's gas barbecue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-3919844063681956034?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/barbecue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-384853332506598389</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 23:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T21:53:39.600+01:00</atom:updated><title>Celery</title><description>Last night I dreamed that my brother was given a large bunch of flowers, had a blindfold put on him and was forced to identify each flower by eating it. He managed most of them no problem, but had some difficulty with the celery. Yes, celery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-384853332506598389?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/celery.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-6803721822116530117</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 23:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-23T23:26:19.492Z</atom:updated><title>Cigar</title><description>I had a friend round for supper the other evening, and after the meal he popped outside for a cigarette.  That night I dreamed about this, except in my dream, when I let him back in the front door I was mildly surprised to see that he had been smoking not a Marlboro Light but a large cigar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-6803721822116530117?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/cigar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-415699469364312004</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2008 18:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-06T18:12:14.174Z</atom:updated><title>Toenails</title><description>It's been ages since my sleep was troubled by any dream that wasn't completely riveting, but last night's was a real corker.  For some reason, I was examining my feet and couldn't work out why the nails on one set of toes were significantly longer than the other, since I'd cut them all short only last Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-415699469364312004?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/toenails.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-6447441387457704370</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 11:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-28T11:53:48.848Z</atom:updated><title>Canape</title><description>Last night I dreamed I was at a smart cocktail party where I was very keen to make a good impression.  My ear started itching so I scratched it.  When I took my finger away there was an enormous lump of earwax on it.  I couldn't think of how to dispose of it discreetly so I hid it among the canapes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-6447441387457704370?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/canape.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-7828451964293052240</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Nov 2007 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-24T16:27:24.347Z</atom:updated><title>Friends</title><description>Look at paragraphs 11 and 12 of &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/7110287.stm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article on the BBC website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are legion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-7828451964293052240?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251845017305358621.post-2878672586353491313</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2007 11:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-01T11:29:58.930Z</atom:updated><title>Match</title><description>Last night I dreamed I was writing someones name on a gift tag with the only writing instrument available, which was a spent match from a paper matchbook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251845017305358621-2878672586353491313?l=boringdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boringdreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/match.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Zzzoe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>