<?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-6127711813465529447</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:05:59.759-08:00</updated><category term='humorous'/><category term='vague'/><category term='achievement'/><category term='movie'/><category term='heroic'/><category term='personality'/><category term='freaky'/><category term='ironic'/><category term='sci fi'/><category term='gripping'/><title type='text'>Dream Tables</title><subtitle type='html'>Post creative interpretations to some of the dreams people have</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>B.L. Pitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872958936558783130</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127711813465529447.post-9111817248862339599</id><published>2009-06-18T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:53:11.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Attack</title><content type='html'>I was looking for a hospital as a tiger had torn my hand from the shoulder and it was about to fall off. I am in a north indian small town landscape with tuk-tuks as public transport, dusty road and paan-spits around bus stands. Also, the road leading to the bus stand is one of those Dehradun to Rishikesh roads, with jungles on either side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hunting for a bus to take me to a hospital. People can see me half drenched in blood and are not really affected or helping. I finally manage a tuk tuk overflowing with people. We reach a fork, from where I don't know the way, so am contemplating if I should go along the way the tuk tuk is going or get down and take another tuk tuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part of the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cycling across that Dehradun Rishikesh road with jungles on either side. And I realise something isn't right. I can see headlights as a symbol of it being night, but I know I am alone and there are no cars. Its a dangerous road and wild animals are known to pounce at unsuspecting travelers. I try and pace up, but sense that a tiger is about to attack me. It does, and tears my hand off from the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do not remember which sequence came first. But thats about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127711813465529447-9111817248862339599?l=dreamtables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/feeds/9111817248862339599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127711813465529447&amp;postID=9111817248862339599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default/9111817248862339599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default/9111817248862339599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/2009/06/tiger-attack.html' title='Tiger Attack'/><author><name>Crimson Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04067610255441440761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrgPs5zhRhM/SjyOmjDfeOI/AAAAAAAAASM/gYylmCMFcaQ/S220/V2small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127711813465529447.post-4378382386762294898</id><published>2009-02-04T00:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:49:29.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='achievement'/><title type='text'>Dream critique</title><content type='html'>A colleague of mine runs a website on food (&lt;a href="http://www.feastguru.com"&gt;Feastguru&lt;/a&gt;). I entered a review contest and wanted to write a poem instead of the regular article variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mind-o-girl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seema&lt;/a&gt; read the first draft and didn't think much of it. Obviously I couldn't sleep well that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dream that I submit the article and my colleague's ten year old daughter calls up and gives me a lecture on sequencing, alternate use of phrases and 'conjuring an image'. She finally gives up and makes me memorize the poem the way it should be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke from the dream wrote the &lt;a href="http://devatanu.blogspot.com/search/label/poems"&gt;poem&lt;/a&gt; down as she mentioned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127711813465529447-4378382386762294898?l=dreamtables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/feeds/4378382386762294898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127711813465529447&amp;postID=4378382386762294898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default/4378382386762294898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default/4378382386762294898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream-critique.html' title='Dream critique'/><author><name>B.L. Pitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872958936558783130</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127711813465529447.post-1555440648507910614</id><published>2008-06-04T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:29:13.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gripping'/><title type='text'>Is that me?</title><content type='html'>Crazy dream ... sometimes your own ruthlessness scares you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127711813465529447-1555440648507910614?l=dreamtables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/feeds/1555440648507910614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127711813465529447&amp;postID=1555440648507910614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default/1555440648507910614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default/1555440648507910614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-that-me.html' title='Is that me?'/><author><name>B.L. Pitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872958936558783130</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-6127711813465529447.post-2541611174648778342</id><published>2008-04-24T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:37:31.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ironic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humorous'/><title type='text'>Galactus who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9evnDZ6clPA/SBA4qyXx2iI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZyTFyTwp-6U/s1600-h/225px-Galactus1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9evnDZ6clPA/SBA4qyXx2iI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZyTFyTwp-6U/s320/225px-Galactus1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192712678085351970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the craziest dream after watching &lt;a href="http://www.f4ssdvd.com/"&gt;Fantastic 4 : II&lt;/a&gt; ... Rose up as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galactus"&gt;Galactus&lt;/a&gt; only to raid MacDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I love burgers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127711813465529447-2541611174648778342?l=dreamtables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/feeds/2541611174648778342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127711813465529447&amp;postID=2541611174648778342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default/2541611174648778342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default/2541611174648778342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/2008/04/galactus-who.html' title='Galactus who?'/><author><name>B.L. Pitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872958936558783130</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9evnDZ6clPA/SBA4qyXx2iI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZyTFyTwp-6U/s72-c/225px-Galactus1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127711813465529447.post-2570699175769520167</id><published>2007-10-05T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T04:51:48.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ironic'/><title type='text'>Galactic Cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;The Plot&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up  a cyborg on an industrial planet which was supposedly on a parallel universe. The planet was called - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Son&lt;/span&gt;, an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecumenopolis"&gt;ecumneopolis&lt;/a&gt;, i.e. a planet that is entirely made up of industrial structures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My arrival was expected as an annual sign for electrical maintenance and garbage collection :( . But I was part of their lore of this robotic race. What was more interesting though was their creation myth that we [my instructor] and I discussed on the way to the maintenance bay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Creation Myth&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;The creation myth of this robotic race states that their was a lonely star called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt;. Unlike the (relatively) fixed  stars that we are aware of, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt; was an orbital star with an erratic path. On one erratic orbital pass, it split into two, creating another star called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt;. Unable to keep up with the general erratic nature of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt; decided to have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Son&lt;/span&gt; that would be stationary. Thus the star-forged metallic planet of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Son&lt;/span&gt; was created.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt; was however enraged by this creation and banned &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt; from the known universe. Thus she was banished to form a new universe of which I am a part. Every millennium the keepers of Son, expect a being from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother's&lt;/span&gt; universe to arrive and help them tidy up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Interesting points&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unlike regular systems, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Son&lt;/span&gt;, the planet, is at the center of this universe. Looking out from the maintenance bay you can see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt; zooming by trying to split into a step-mother or something, however, all attempts have been in vain. The atmosphere on Son is surprisingly calm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127711813465529447-2570699175769520167?l=dreamtables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/feeds/2570699175769520167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127711813465529447&amp;postID=2570699175769520167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default/2570699175769520167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default/2570699175769520167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/2007/10/galactic-cycle.html' title='Galactic Cycle'/><author><name>B.L. Pitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872958936558783130</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-6127711813465529447.post-8668837095405468062</id><published>2007-10-03T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:26:18.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vague'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='achievement'/><title type='text'>Restaurant and Jogging</title><content type='html'>I wish I could get myself to abuse more freely ... I had to setup up a class restaurant, then jog on caters so that I wouldn't upset my best friends father who felt that the food could only taste good if it was prepared by a passionate and committed entrepreneur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127711813465529447-8668837095405468062?l=dreamtables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/feeds/8668837095405468062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127711813465529447&amp;postID=8668837095405468062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default/8668837095405468062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default/8668837095405468062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/2007/10/restaurant-and-jogging.html' title='Restaurant and Jogging'/><author><name>B.L. Pitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872958936558783130</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-6127711813465529447.post-2642097150689524401</id><published>2007-09-30T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:17:43.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vague'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Oppenheimer and Batman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Oppenheimer"&gt;Oppenheimer&lt;/a&gt; got a raw deal ... I became &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batman"&gt;Batman&lt;/a&gt; ... but not the costume type, but the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mutants"&gt;mutant&lt;/a&gt; type ... and Victor had a theory no one wanted to hear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127711813465529447-2642097150689524401?l=dreamtables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/feeds/2642097150689524401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127711813465529447&amp;postID=2642097150689524401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default/2642097150689524401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default/2642097150689524401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/2007/09/oppenheimer-and-batman.html' title='Oppenheimer and Batman'/><author><name>B.L. Pitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15872958936558783130</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127711813465529447.post-774470059180652240</id><published>2007-09-26T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:09:43.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroic'/><title type='text'>Saving the world</title><content type='html'>Well last night I saved the world by bringing peace between humans and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minotaur"&gt;Taurins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127711813465529447-774470059180652240?l=dreamtables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/feeds/774470059180652240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127711813465529447&amp;postID=774470059180652240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default/774470059180652240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127711813465529447/posts/default/774470059180652240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtables.blogspot.com/2007/09/saving-world.html' title='Saving the world'/><author><name>B.L. 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