<?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-8658321351168175531</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:55:17.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAM CATCHER</title><subtitle type='html'>Our dreams are science fiction movies where we can afford the budget for charactes, location, and special effects. They might reflect some deep feeling or thought we hide inside of us that we might not even know was there, and at times, it brings forth the solutions to the answers we are looking for.
I jot down my dreams here, first thing in the morning. They say it's a good idea to do so in order for you to remember what you dream of. The second part it's my day, in real life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-3918575866922261050</id><published>2010-07-19T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:06:26.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliens</title><content type='html'>I KNOW ITS BEEN A WHLE...JULY 19, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy dream I tell you. Not sure how it started but we get a call ..oh wait...ok ok wow I remember. We were in Punta Hermosa, a beach in Peru and I drove my car to the beach house (but my car is really here in Miami). Anyway, the next morning I see my car missing. Dammit! someone stole it! grr, should've known better...For some reason I was not too upset, and had in mind that the insurance will replace it, but still...it would not be the same :(  So we are doing a mini search, I call the police and they say that today they are not working for some reason, and that tomorrow Sunday, they don't work either. So I'm like , great!  How do I stop the thief from leaving? we gotta tell the guy at the gate to not le anyone out of the beach community! But that wasn't gonna work, I'm sure they're goning to be long gone by now. What are they gonan do with a Mercury in Peru anyway? Oh yea, use the Ford parts to sell $%^&amp;*^$#@@$  &lt;br /&gt;Then I find myself at the actual beach, ther's a bunch of people around, and its already getting dark. Someone comes and tells us that...well that there are aliens comng our way! We ask them what they look like and he says, "They look like..like her!..and like...her! Yes! like woman but not fully evolved. They look like big marine creatures who were suppose to evolve into women, but didn't!" Ok ok, so they are not THAT scary..we can handle them.  We see them approaching, all in a purplish blue color, big eyes, and a few have riffles, but what the heck, we can take them right? I don't know what I was thinking but I just jumped in front of one and took that weapon off of her..."Beat them up!!!" someone screams, and we do....but they're not all gone...not if they have something to do with the secon part of my dram...&lt;br /&gt;We're back in Miami...they tell us aliens have arrived on earth...So everyone starts booking flights. Here I'm thinking...do we really wanna be flying while they attach us? NOO!! so what the? $%^&amp;*()_ Anyway, it seems everyone's booking flights, which is so odd to me but later I found out is for AFTER the aliens have attacked..oh that make more sense..NOT!   So we all go down the basement and make beds there. We are going to spend some time here. We see that guests are coming, my uncles, aunts, grandma, cousins..wow everyone's spending the invasion time here, awesome!&lt;br /&gt;After a while we think this is all a hoax or that the aliens have left Earth because it appears they are not coming. But suddenly, we look up at the sky and we see a feew whips flying by. First ten, then hundreds of ships! Now it just got a bit scarier. They're not really shooting around though. They keep firing these lasers, They got a yellow one, a blue one, and a red one. I'm trying to find my camera to take pictures, and as I do, I feel the yellow lasers in my back and my head. But they don't instantly kill me or injure me or anything. It just stings a little, like a mild those of acid, or super strong lemonade on your head. I guess they are either scanning me or giving me a good dose of radiation. Nothing I can do , they've already hit me, and I'm alright. One green laser hit my mom , and that injured her, so we have to take care of that. Also some lasers broke one of our main windows. If you go outside all you see is lasers hitting the streets, and you have to try to avoid it. For some reason, I sep outside with a few friends, because we were looking for something or someone. Two guys who are with me are from the Cartoon Network  show "The Boomdocks" It's these two like 12 year old black kids who act very 'anime' like, as the show is created in that form (they do karate moves and they have the Anime look, etc, but they deal with issues in the States and the Black community) So we are running around avoiding lasers. Then one of the cops who has been taken over his body by aliens, questions us "Are you a female" If you say yes, they tell you to lay down, if not, you're let go, even though they let you go they are still firing those lasers at you. It's weird, it's like a movie; you know they can just attack and kill you but for some reason they beat around the bush and mess with you, as of to give the good guy a chance to kill you. So we keep running around, I get a laser shot at that makes one of my ears grow this foam, so I can't hear through my right ear. I tell the guys to just jump through the glass of that empty studio and we'll take refuge in there since they never come into the buildings. So we keep running and I tell one of the Boomdock brothers to go through and brak the glass. He jumps cracks the glass and I follow. We're in! He saved me, phew!  The invasion continues, but I'm still alive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658321351168175531-3918575866922261050?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3918575866922261050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/aliens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/3918575866922261050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/3918575866922261050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/aliens.html' title='Aliens'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-1802735514740949019</id><published>2009-11-30T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:25:28.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson, the mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRob%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="date"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;SPECIAL TANATS DREAM APPEARNCE - The Tanats had a new dream and he emailed it to me. Here is what he wrote&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2009" day="10" month="10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;October 10, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I thought id go with my cousins and my mom to the mall to buy me some clothes, man I kept looking and looking and couldn’t find any good clothes I felt like we were at that store for hours just going in circles looking at clothes but wait im so glad we stayed because look at that Michael Jackson is doing a secret performance at the store! Waaaah?? Wait, isn’t he gone? Like no longer here on this earth but wait he’s here and he came back to do a secret concert o man were so lucky lol. So mikey comes out and the lights go dim and he moonwalks to the front and the music comes on and he starts singing the way you make me feel heeeh. O man this is awesome but theres so many people at the front I cant get near him hes wearing all black or blueish with a hat and his hair kinda covers his face so its hard to see  him. So someohow I get to the front and I can see his face im looking at his nose and im like o man its him yea look at his nose o wow his nose looks better in person than it does on tv now I understand why he changed his nose its just that it looks bad on tv! Lol. So mikey danced for a while and everyone was going crazy then people just slowly started leaving like they were tired of it but I guess mikey’s plan was to be there the whole night but everyone was leaving now lol so I stayed there with like 15 people and mikey stopped singing he was just there hanging out saying hi to everyone. It was weird is like I would see him and he talked just like him and looked just like him it was really him lol I was like o man that’s Michael Jackson Im so glad I was able to meet him and then Im thinking in the dream wait he’s dead hwy is he here he should be with his family they are the ones who really miss him and crap and then I woke up or something lol. The end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658321351168175531-1802735514740949019?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1802735514740949019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/michael-jackson-mall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/1802735514740949019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/1802735514740949019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/michael-jackson-mall.html' title='Michael Jackson, the mall'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-5650256559913909376</id><published>2009-11-30T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:24:20.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Palin, Count Chocula, fast rivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SPECIAL TANATS DREAM APPEARANCE- The Tanats had a  dream to share. Here is our instant message conversation of that episode as he told it to me (edited)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am ROBOTO, he is Danny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;September 30, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daniel says : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so yea so we start chatting it up with palin but she had noticed before we talked to her we were making fun of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daniel says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; so we go up to her and were like o wat u opening here and shes like oh its my store can i open a store  here? like with an attitude lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and were like o ok watever so we keep talking and shes still talking to us and then u go to her ooh so u mad cus u got beat by obama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daniel says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; but I didnt hear u said obama to me it sounded like u said count chocula LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; so i was like wait did u just say count chocula? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and u were like waat?? no man lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and we both start cracking up about count chocula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daniel says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and we start laughing so hard were both on the floor we cant even get up from laughing so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and im thinking o man i hope palin dont think were laughing at her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and um the end lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so after that we go to this room where my friend is tehre for some reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and hes telling some story and then u go o yea this is what happened blabla and u take over the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-__ROBOTO... says (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; count cochula LOL LOL LOL LOLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-__ROBOTO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; choculats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daniel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; but like while ur telling the story somehow u have a plastic hanger inside ur shirt on your chest lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daniel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; so ur talking and then ur like wait a minute wat the hell and u pull out the hanger lol wah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; wierd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-__ROBOTO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; let me copy this dream and email it. epsiode 2 of tanats guest star on the blog lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daniel says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; lol o u gona put itup there oo ok if u watnets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; oh and then later that night i had another company dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daniel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; we went to a the office outing to thtis place like in  new jersey it was like some kind of forest but it was kinda dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and i cant remember most of it but i remember in the end to get out of the forest u had to get on this river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; so i was at the entrance to the river with the wesets lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daniel says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and i was like look wes ive been to this river before trust me don't take the easy way through the river because there are sharks there u need to take the crazy path because ur not gonna get attacked through there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; so the wesets was like ok cool he got this little surf board thing and threw himself in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daniel says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; u should have seen the crazy side of that river man the waves were so high lol i dont think wes survived that dream lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daniel says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; so i was like man i dont want to do this and then some chick was there that  had a seaworld t shirt on so someone from the office told me look ask her about the river cus she works at seaworld and i was like ok that makes enough sense (wah?) so i ask her do u work at sea world? and she was like yea i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; so i was like oo what path of the river u think i shold take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daniel says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; shes like o take the easy path its definitely the best way to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; so was like woops sorry wes ok ill take the easy path lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; so i hop on my little board and start swimming, man the path was nice it was like a lazy river with little lily pads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daniel says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and everyone was playing around and then the river started to tilt more downwards so i started swimming and i started going pretty fast taking really fast corners and stuff like if i was in a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and then im swimming and suddenly i see this freaking guy in a canoe and hes fishing and he sees me coming so he starts reeling his line in  so i wouldnt get caught in  it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daniel says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and then as i pass he had his hook out of the water but my hand was like in the exact spot where the hook was and the freaking hook stabs my hand lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; so im like o crap im going like 60 miles per hour now suddenly i get snagged by his hook lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; so he starts reeling me in and o man my hand hurts like hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Daniel says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; so he goes  up to me and hes like o man im so sorry and he cuts the line and hes l ike u should go to the hospital when u get out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and i was like yea thanks for nothing so i keep going but a lot slower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; then finally i reach the end and the hook is all rusted and crap on my hand and im like great imma have  to get a tetanus shot too this is great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and then eventually i end up in the hospital and they take that crap out the end lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658321351168175531-5650256559913909376?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5650256559913909376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/palin-count-chocula-fast-rivers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/5650256559913909376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/5650256559913909376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/palin-count-chocula-fast-rivers.html' title='Palin, Count Chocula, fast rivers'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-5082775934827190604</id><published>2009-11-30T00:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:22:57.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>touring the city, giant hamsters, annoying girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;November 6, 2009..wow it's been a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;So me and the Tanats (my friend and co-worker, Danny) we are sitting at this table ready to tour 'the city', whatever that city is...seems he came to visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Peru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;. So then our other friend comes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;to the table and says "Oh hey Tanats, you seen that new phone that stays on 911 calls in case of emergencies?, nice" And we are like .."um yea all phones actually stay stuck to an emergency call, its standard", But he's like "NO NO I mean THIS phone does that " and we're like " Yeah, man, they all do" ..but again he goes..."No noooo I mean like ...ok watch...this phone will dial 911 automatically if it , say, is on fire or being submerged in water because that means the owner must be burning in flames or drowning, check it out" So he grabs his hamburger, takes it out of the buns and wraps it around the phone. Me and Tanats look at each other and I'm like..."Dude, you're gonna mess that phone up!" So he holds the phone and we head out to the car...on the ride to the city he's still holding the phone with the burger around it. The phone is getting all steamy and hot and he decides to throw in a bit of water into the mix. I look at Tanats but he does not worry and throws even a little more water...just in case its burning too much. So all worried I snatch the phone from the other guy's hand ( I don't even know his name) and look at the phone. It has this yellow and blue rubber wrapped around it and has a label that says "Water and Fire Resistant", so I"m like "OoOoooh, no wonder you guys weren't worried, lol" The phone, hot and all,it's STILL not dialing911 automatically, doh!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;So we get off the car and get on our jumping vehicles. Yes from now on we go by 'foot' . While they are jumping on these round balls towards the airport, I have an inflatable sack where I step into and grab these ropes or reigns. And I jump and jump and jump really high and really long. "Hey guys this one is better 'cus you can just juuuuump and you wont fall like on "those" you guys have , wohoooo"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;So we get to a part where you can see some of the valley and ocean. We are about to take a picture but wee see a giant hamster...I'm talking about our size. So we go "Hey Hamster Guy, can we take a picture with you?" The only thing I was worried about is him giving us rabies or something, but the big hamster goes "Eeeh...wellll, fiiiiine" so we are about to take pictures, but somehow we are inside the airport already yet still looking at this view, and this other group of tourist stand in the way and start taking pictures with him!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm like "excuse meee" and I'm so nervous that for some reason I can't click the 'shoot' button to take the picture, so we pretty much get kicked out of our picture. So we all start screaming and bitching at them back and forth (they were all girls/women) So I finally scream at the bigger lady and snap a picture of her. She comes to me and tells me she better give that picture back but I refuse saying we are in a public place and I don't want to. She looks at me saying that she's gonna sue me or get me somehow. It was scary. I tried to erase the picture but it wouldn't delete...so I tell her "Look , look , you see? no picture here" but she knew it was there because I didn't press the 'next ' button all the way. So I tell her "whatever man , do what you want, laters!"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I go to the Tanats and tell him " Hey wait for me here&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got to delete this picture, be right back. I go far from the lady downstairs and to another room and I'm trying to delete the picture. I couldn't. The picture was taken in PAL mode and regular pics are usually taken in NTSC mode (apparentely in my dreams that was the logic) so I was all sweaty trying to delete it and BOOM, big lady shows up in front of me (she was Bertha, the cleaning lady from &lt;i style=""&gt;Two and a Half Men&lt;/i&gt;, by the way,ha!) So I'm like..".loook I'm trying to delete it but its on this mode and I can't , so I need a laptop so I can plug in the SD card and do it from there". So her friend hands me a laptop, she doesn't know what she's doing but I finally get it erased. "You see , there, no problem ." &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For some reason&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt I needed to apologize but my pride was bigger than that and I left. Back upstairs, Danny (or the Tanats) was still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Wait where are they...I hear " Robert!!!" and so I head towards the voices and go to the Tanats "Wow that took a couple of hours I though you had left me"... but lo and behold we were in class already, turning in our reports from our wonderful trip...wait what?? crap!!~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658321351168175531-5082775934827190604?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5082775934827190604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/touring-city-giant-hamsters-annoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/5082775934827190604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/5082775934827190604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/touring-city-giant-hamsters-annoying.html' title='touring the city, giant hamsters, annoying girls'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-900434450440300711</id><published>2009-11-30T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:21:30.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>studies, brunette and friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FROM NOW ON I'M TYPING MY DREAMS MORE LIKE WHEN I DO THE FIRST DRAFT, WITH NO GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS, AS IF I WAS JUST TELLING YOU THE STORY DIRECTLY FOR THE FIRST TIME..., WELL  I'VE BEEN DOING THAT A BIT BEFORE, BUT NOW IS FULL ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;October 13, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm studying some sort of code or ancient indigenous language...I'm at my house in Miami. My neighbor comes out. He seems to be studying too. Its not for school...but its to get some sort of title...we are outside reading the book but we have to head to the office for the certification to take the test...in there I meet a few people. The hot blonde neighbor and her friend, yea been checking that out...then this other girl...she is cute, brunette, a little thick, but cute...we trip over the blondes on purpose and start convo but the brunette seems more into  us..or me?...anywho...my neighbor turns into some one else...not like morphing but rather his character in this dream is now another person. So we finally get our number...and we sit down and wait...I'm  all worried. I dot think I will pass this test tomorrow...finally...my number. they call out "26"..i go..but I turn out to be "36"  the lady says to go back to my sit but that "26" was the last number they would call for the day since they were closing...whaaat, dammit...so the chick comes to me...and starts talking...oh yea there's some flirting going on...its dark...we must get home...but it is now past 12..so it is now the next day...Tuesday the 13th!...so we are leaving the office which happens to be in the forest...creepy...we are trying to back the car up...but we have a hose running from the window attached to some tree in the woods...as we reverse the car...who is we? I think my new friend, the brunette, and me...an I'm like "why do we need that hose" they reply "oh its to make it go back without turning on the engine so we don't make noise..." well that made total sense, I just thought the car was broken...so we finally get home which is now a building , a motel building. I go into my room ...oh wait the hotel just turned into my grandma's house, great when did this happen? So I say goodnight to my grandma and my aunt...I tell the brunette to say goodnight to them too since she's a guest of ours this creepy night so she doesn't have to sleep all by herself. On the 13th I tend to see ghost and demons throughout the night and day..that is this day...I tell her is fine..that she will experience it too and that she is one of us...but that although its annoying and stressing ,she'll get through  it...a few scary things happen before we go to bed...but the worst is to happen when we awake...so we fall asleep...and wake up...what?? NOTHING happened!!!..oh wait...its not Friday the 13th! today is Tuesday THE 13TH..NO WONDER..so I tell her this is why we survived!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658321351168175531-900434450440300711?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/900434450440300711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/studies-brunette-and-friday-13th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/900434450440300711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/900434450440300711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/studies-brunette-and-friday-13th.html' title='studies, brunette and friday the 13th'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-3818008314045546640</id><published>2009-11-30T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:19:40.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mafia, bullets, monkey walk and little superstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRob%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;September 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'm getting in my car and suddenly become 'retarded'...when I'm getting out , I can't take out the radio, and I go into the class...and there's this 'special place' because I'm late and I can't act normal and so we are terminated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So this mafia comes out and they are going to shoot me, but I know I'm THE ONE, and so I put on an afro wig and run away. I got shot in the legs, do the monkey in the stairs and try to control myself. I'm driving and trees are falling. I'm about to fall into the abyss, but I make it, I know they won't catch me. I end up telling the story to my sister and that's when I see the bullets in my legs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Then I'm getting payed to rob money and so we hassle the people: there we are by teh beach and take a friend's money, but we act all tough and tell him just to play along because 'the boss' is watching. The boss is a small break dancing midget known as "Little Superstar" on youtube (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gx-NLPH8JeM), he's tough.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are also in some sort of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;futuristic school. This girl is playing iwth the "Lost" episodes , and well, getting inside&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the episodes and traveling in time. The teacher comes and the girl says that' her work for class....oh nice looking blonde , but we are sent to our classes, no more playing around!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8658321351168175531-3818008314045546640?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3818008314045546640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/mafia-bullets-monkey-walk-and-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/3818008314045546640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/3818008314045546640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/mafia-bullets-monkey-walk-and-little.html' title='mafia, bullets, monkey walk and little superstar'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-168795693225828758</id><published>2009-11-30T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:18:01.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tour bus, chicks,cars and bombs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;September 18th, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was in the bus in real life...fell asleep..this is my dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dreamt  I was in a tour bus. There was a hot chick, well... mostly her body. I drop my  phone, she picks it up and puts her number. We get to the station. Walk out and we are staying at this awesome room where my dad usually stays...and it's like a freaking house with a basketball court and all...so this guy is there and he says it is HIS house. Outside I find a Nissan Z . There is a party at the house...and then, we are racing  or chasing something in the Z...weeeeird..oh and our middle school was atop a hill....more like cliffs...going down there is a bit terrain...like our house with a huge backyard and like..the hell? all these people came...the biggest party in the country...it's like an hacienda.  Then this guy loads up a bomp and presses the button, falls right on the ground and everyone leaves..wohooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658321351168175531-168795693225828758?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/168795693225828758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/tour-bus-chickscars-and-bombs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/168795693225828758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/168795693225828758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/tour-bus-chickscars-and-bombs.html' title='tour bus, chicks,cars and bombs'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-764565738625724874</id><published>2009-09-07T13:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:48:14.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>magic tricks and video games</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRob%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="date"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2009" day="7" month="9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;September 7, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; -- Happy Labor Day!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I was a magician for rich people. I could separate the real diamonds from fake ones and make hamsters dissapear!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Apparently back in the day I had introduced the program to my friend Mike, called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Flash&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, which is used many times for animation and games.  Today a package arrived at my house.  It was a video.  I was not paying attention when the video started but my sister said a word and the video responded!... I go close to the TV and I say my name...the video responded "Roberto, profile accepted"...I was like whaaa?, I think this is a mesage to me from my friend Mike, from back in the day...has he been kidnapped?...So I see an intro video...it seemed the were aliens attackign and ...Ooo...wait..oooh, this is a video game!!! Mike had finally finished his project and was so kind to send me a copy...damn this game is pretty good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8658321351168175531-764565738625724874?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/764565738625724874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/magic-tricks-and-video-games_07.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/764565738625724874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/764565738625724874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/magic-tricks-and-video-games_07.html' title='magic tricks and video games'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-6656692812920878619</id><published>2009-08-26T23:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:05:26.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>radio station, my car dies, water park, magic trick, no list,magic trick, slapping Kanye, drving my mom home in my eclipse,fake buttrer medicine, the</title><content type='html'>Wednesday August 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...hosts from my favorite radio station are talking about the "Rollercoaster Tour". They've been going to different cities and meeting their audience while riding coasters and enjoying the different meals the fairs have to offer. I am at one of the fairs with them but then I arrive at a water park...why am I wearing Speedos?...For some reason I KNOW I'm wearing them but I don't mind, ha!...and then...I'm wearing nothing! dangling dangling doooo! oops!, yeah that feels better. We are going up the ladder and then we have to pick between the right or the left water slide...one is slow and the other is high and fast... man! I'm not too font of this kinda sutff but I know I've done the faster kind before, and I know that it will go so fast that it'll be over before I know it...so I take that one...ahhhh!! that was scary...oof!!!.. we leave the park and I'm driving my Eclipse...and it dies...it stopped working and when I look outside, a cable is hanging out from the hood. A few days ago my cousin (in real life) had some problems with his car and a cable... and so a cable is coming out from my hood, great! my car broke, again!! argggg...and I'm in the neighborhood of a girl I used to go out with...what the?...is she there? I can't tell. I somehow arrive  at my grandma's house, with my cousin...there's some random girl sleeping in the couch...someone is doing magic tricks...but they suck it at so we leave...I get word from my OTHER  cousin (damn I got a lot of cousins) that the list I made for everyone  to go into the club for my birthday, well..., it didn't go through...I'm screwed!!!...I gotta stop stressing about my real bday celebration this weekend...I'm not but I guess in the back of my mind thoughts are running wild!...now I'm drving my mom home, again in the Eclipse, where did she come from?. Haven't driven that for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SpYE2XXL6CI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ylZF1NrHSUM/s1600-h/Yby_Oly+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SpYE2XXL6CI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ylZF1NrHSUM/s320/Yby_Oly+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374488537343977506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we  get to a stop and a black man, who resembles Kanye West, stood there talking some nonsese. I slap him silly! His jaw does that weird slow motion thing you see when a boxer on TV gets knocked out! Ouuuuu that hurt, booo-ya!!. Who says 'boo-ya?, I do!...Then an old friend from the neighborhood is making "fake butter medicine" whatever that is. We finally arrive at my grandma's house for like the third time  and we are standing in the  porch and who do we see? Oh, look! Lance from NSync is coming out of a gay bus and arriving at my grandmas! Bye bye bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allllllright so they painted the rooms...umm I think the blue is too strong/light, but with the graphic vynals we are going to put in it, it's gonna  look gooooood...yeah I didn't do the 'sky' triangle 'cus it would've been toooo much blue, so I kept that white. I put some pics bellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SpYEXAAABRI/AAAAAAAAACo/c7R9gemgE5s/s1600-h/wallsblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SpYEXAAABRI/AAAAAAAAACo/c7R9gemgE5s/s320/wallsblue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374487998496769298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SpYFwnsfMUI/AAAAAAAAADA/BJBGpqabZ2o/s1600-h/wallsred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SpYFwnsfMUI/AAAAAAAAADA/BJBGpqabZ2o/s320/wallsred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374489538160701762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I've been running for over 30 mins each day and my diet consists of  "the Tanats diet"..what is a Tanats? oh man oh man... too much explanation but I myself am one of the "Tanats". They call me Shalaks, my friend is Tanats, and the original tanats is my other friend...the "Matanats"!!!... and we have this 'ets' language...I might use it sometimets &lt;---like right there :) So the diet is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast - a fruit and a yogurt&lt;br /&gt;snack  - a yogurt&lt;br /&gt;lunch - whtatever lunch we're having that day&lt;br /&gt;snack - protein shake&lt;br /&gt;dinner - I make chicken and spread it over a salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no eating late though...this is my third day running. I'm running all the way to my grandma's and back...and then some...but today...I had to walk back... I think I left my right leg somewhere on the sidewalk on the way back, it clicked, I'm done, no run tomorrow lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658321351168175531-6656692812920878619?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6656692812920878619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/radio-station-my-car-dies-water-park.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/6656692812920878619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/6656692812920878619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/radio-station-my-car-dies-water-park.html' title='radio station, my car dies, water park, magic trick, no list,magic trick, slapping Kanye, drving my mom home in my eclipse,fake buttrer medicine, the'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SpYE2XXL6CI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ylZF1NrHSUM/s72-c/Yby_Oly+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-3637415638659755202</id><published>2009-08-23T18:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:22:33.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CMYK, Disney, people throwing knife, eating pizza, $3 bucks ,poop on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2009" day="22" month="8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Saturday August 22, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;"...ok so I tried this new thing where as soon as I wake up I press record on my "Voice Memo" feature on my phone and review the stuff I dreamt about...hmm well that worked out OK because although I have the 'heading' to each section of my dreams, it's been two days and it is NOW that I am writing it down so I kinda forgot hehe. Well I remember being a school supply store... but it had a gym. I was with my cousin&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jose, who does graphic design, and we were getting materials that involved CMYK colors (cyan, magenta, yellow, black) which are very "IN" now. I don't know what the hell we were getting but we were running around also, hiding... again doing some spy work. I am behind a copy machine... a blonde lady is coming out of an office, it seems she has some secret and we are going to find out! ...ok let's see here.. I see I recorded in a very sleepy voice "getting Disney Channel with Karina (my cous)...what? the heck is that?...eating pizza...then I am going to my college ...again?... entarnce is S/. 10 (ten Soles, about $3.33), damn I should've kept my school decal! ahh... .some starting throwing knifes around...more pizza anyone?...maybe I'm cutting the pizza with the knife! OooOo so someone tossed me a knife? whaaa??... ok then I am still the university...on the toilet...in the parking lot...and some how...and excuse me... I shit myself....I mean I have crap all over myself...My face, my hair...my mouth!...YUMMY!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Yesterday didn't go out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;? what? are you serious?..yeap! I ordered a pizza, thin crust...8 pieces, watched TV...I ate the whole thing!!!!..first time for everything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8658321351168175531-3637415638659755202?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3637415638659755202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/cmyk-disney-people-throwing-knife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/3637415638659755202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/3637415638659755202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/cmyk-disney-people-throwing-knife.html' title='CMYK, Disney, people throwing knife, eating pizza, $3 bucks ,poop on me'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-3057572875309787248</id><published>2009-08-23T17:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:38:52.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>crossing highways, friends waiting forever, taxi for $40, when's the plane leaving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday August 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...part of what I remember is seeing "HIGHWAY". Looots and lots of highways; you know, like all the main highways and turnpikes crossing each other and looping around, typical Miami road system. I'm on my way back to Peru, somehow it seems I keep traveling back and forth...niiiiice. So I'm packing and my departure time is 8:30pm. I put in my bag whatever I had left from my initial trip to Peru...the "left overs" hehe. I'm going downstairs... oh man I just remembered I'm in my old Peruvian house (which is now demolished, thanks to everyone in Peru who now wants to make apartment buildings)..oh here's a pic I actually took a few weeks ago, so sad,  my dad had it built at his specifications...and now it's gone! DO NOT show this to my dad, he'll die! ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SpG2gsvFmRI/AAAAAAAAACY/LbnnFxbDRc4/s1600-h/IMG00121-20090705-1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SpG2gsvFmRI/AAAAAAAAACY/LbnnFxbDRc4/s320/IMG00121-20090705-1720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373276503310440722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok so I'm heading downstairs in my Peruvian house from umm, from Miami and I realize I'm already late...crap how am I gonna get there in time now. I can't take a cab, that'd be like 40 bucks!...Hell nah...so my mom suggests she'll take me...and then I can pay HER!...what the?...I tell her I'll pay her only 40 total  and NOT 40 each way since she is my mother and should be nice to me. Yeah I was thinking she was going to charge me 40 to take me and ask for 40 more to go back home...get outta here! haha...Well she doesn't take me, grrr. Apparently though, I could just catch whatever next flight was available, free of charge...and the next one was around the same time, but the next day; Sunday. On Sunday, my friend Jesse shows up and he's like "Come on Roooobert lets go!" So I go outside and tell him "ey wait just like 2 minutes"...an hour later I'm finally done packing...packing again? umm ok...so I realized I took so long that I'm about to AGAIN miss my flight...but no, it doesn't matter...I guess if anything we'll catch the next one...yes WE, I guess it was me and Jesse traveling this time. We get to the airport and we noticed we were about to miss the flight, but then someone told us that it was ok because since that flight didn't carry that many people, that they'd wait until it would get sort of filled up, PLUS there's no way I could miss the flight, I had to be back by Monday because I had to work! Damn all this work stress, ahhh. Ok so we get in the plane and we are finally going to depart. Where the hell are we? is this a cargo plane? oh it is!! Ah Crap!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THIRSTY THURSDY!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658321351168175531-3057572875309787248?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3057572875309787248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/crossing-highways-friends-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/3057572875309787248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/3057572875309787248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/crossing-highways-friends-waiting.html' title='crossing highways, friends waiting forever, taxi for $40, when&apos;s the plane leaving?'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SpG2gsvFmRI/AAAAAAAAACY/LbnnFxbDRc4/s72-c/IMG00121-20090705-1720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-8004507887354295596</id><published>2009-08-19T01:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:18:38.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>elevator of death, odd furniture, Walgreen's, soccer games</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2009" day="18" month="8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Tuesday August 18, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;..."a very sunny day we are playing soccer, I see that my friend Carlo is there too...he is the goalie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He's&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Peruvian like me, but moved to the States a few years ago. Actually I met him there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I find myself now in a sort of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Circut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; store...they got big flat screen TVs and...what is this? blue plastic furniture for living rooms? Yeah, they have this blue plastic chair, like the ones you get for your backyard to sit at a BBQ. But these are like two seaters, and 4 seaters, like actual living room couches. I'm about to buy those but apparently&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;those are MY chairs from MY living room...(no I really don't have those at home) So hell nah, I ain't paying for that! But the seller guy is saying I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;must pay for it... ey guy, NO, these are mine!..why are they here anyway? He keeps saying I have to pay...then I also see some furniture made out of stone...with fungus in it...like funguzide stone chairs...ewww.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;So now I am entering Walgreen's pharmacy...what am I going to buy there? don't know...Oh wait...some...shampoo!...there you go , now I see it..am I getting Baby Johnson shampoo for my eyes? or Head and Shoulders for my hair?...what? oh yea washing your eyes with baby shampoo is great for the eyes so they don't get infected&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and...anyway...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I am heading towards school...well to the Art Institute where I went for college. So I guess I'm still in school somehow...I'm with my two girl cousins. The youngest one is driving. I'm in the passenger's side...taking over the iPod...so rude of me but I got this music control freakness going on, I know I know, bad habit. We park and head towards the building, enter it and wait for the elevator...It opens up and a buuunch of people come out. The elevator next to it opens as well. Most people fit in one elevator so some guy, one of my cousins, and I, get inside the other elevator...it goes up, up , up...ok...umm our floor just passed...what's going on...OMG, I'm freaking out... I hate elevators...we keep pressing the buttons...and nothing...we have no control... it keeps going up and overlaps the roof of the building...but it doesn't crash the ceiling of the elevator, more like it goes through it. I see the cement from the roof approaching my head. It's half way through the elevator. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am squatting down and in about 3 seconds my life is gong to end. I look around and think "so this is death huh?"... And I accept it... the guy pulls the rope and the elevator stops moving...oh yeaaah! the rope that's hanging there that appeared from nowhere! riiight, how did I forget that!!! We are safe!!!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The painters finally were going to come and paint the rooms this morning at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" minute="30" hour="8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;8.30 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah right. It's past 10, where are they? Finally the guy arrives and says which was the paint color I chose again? Hey listen mister! We went through this picking color thing already, I ain't wasting my time again, and you better remember 'cus I'm very picky and I was satisfied with my previous selection. He finally figured it out. So it's gonna be awesome. The master bedroom is going to be marine blue and off white walls. The wall where the headrest of the bed is ,along its adjacent wall (which is the wall on top of the closet that looks as if it was a little room) will be blue. That will make that wall look like dark blue skies above my closet. The wall actually is not flushed with the closet doors...hmm how do I explain this. Ok lets just say that on top of the closet, you can make a little loft, or put a mattress, or just stand there...because it's like one of those places where you can put plants and stuff , but it' big an deep...ah crap I'll just put a pic here, hold on let me get my camera................OK! there you go :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SouYlDNJgJI/AAAAAAAAACI/pm1kGBBjUfk/s1600-h/IMG_8894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SouYlDNJgJI/AAAAAAAAACI/pm1kGBBjUfk/s320/IMG_8894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371554742852485266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok an then there's a column in the room that is also blue and another part and then the rest the off white. Then on the computer room the two parts of the walls that stick out, kinda like columns, will be this red, and the rest of the walls off white.Done.Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8658321351168175531-8004507887354295596?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8004507887354295596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/elevator-of-death-odd-furniture.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/8004507887354295596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/8004507887354295596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/elevator-of-death-odd-furniture.html' title='elevator of death, odd furniture, Walgreen&apos;s, soccer games'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SouYlDNJgJI/AAAAAAAAACI/pm1kGBBjUfk/s72-c/IMG_8894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-1695806867425546724</id><published>2009-08-17T23:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:11:20.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>implanted chips in body, secret passages, naked..again.., walking in the streets, walking by grandmas, eating cake, children in English, trip sign up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Monday August 17, 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"...I'm walking down the school hall. A friend tries to call on me. It seems I'm late for something and the only way to get to my car at the parking lot is by taking the secret passage only known to selected students and those teachers that are wizards. Did I just become Harry Potter?! I enter this big metallic door and close it. Inside the room I find this other door that is the secret passage...although I see it right in front of my face. My friend keeps calling on me and enters the room. All he sees is a room, just a regular room. So I reach the other end and open the door. I see my yellow Eclipse parked there and I remember "oh wait, I forgot something" I turn around and try to open the door but some dude is already there trying to open it. He looks at me and goes "nah man I can't come back either...it's one way only" :( Dammit!...I head to go to my car and he heads towards his. He needed to get some shoes or something. I also needed to get some sort of clothing...I think my pants...and shoes. Ehh my pants were dirty so I couldn't change into them. I found some dirty sneakers and I put them on. So I leave the parking lot dirty sneakers on and  in my underwear. I mean, what else could I do? Now I gotta head back to school but I gotta go all around and this gets me lost. It' s a big school. I finally make it and I see people are entering yet another room. There seems to be some sort of special event. One you only get invited by the 'elite' of teachers and students. A couple that is not invited tries to enter but gets denied access. The male counterpart of the couple leans over the man at the door and whispers in his ear (must have been some sort of bribe like "hey you know I do this and that for a living so I think you should let me in). Now I'm assuming this because last night I was watching American Dad and Stan was finally able to get good reservations to a restaurant when he became a parking meter officer and threatened the man a the door that he would not want to see his vehicle towed unless he got a good spot and a good service). As I'm about to enter one of my female friends gets in front me and smiles. I guess she thought I was invited. I see a guy sneaking in real quick and so I do the same. I was in but as I pass a second door frame a beep goes off and I feel a shock of electricity in my wrist (I got shocked while I was plugging the cable back in last night). Everyone stares and my friend says..."that's odd because he just passed through THAT other door and the alarm didn't go off so there must be something wrong with THIS door. She was rutting for me. Then I saw the 2 sensors on each side of the door frame. I decided to give it another go and try to enter again so I did a casual gesture (as in saying oops, let's try again) by shrugging and lifting my hands right above the sensor the so that the  alarm won't go off...and it worked. The officer at the door looked at me and said "oh ok, you are good, that is so weird, just go!  What? was she so dumb she didn't know what those sensors were for? Well it turns out the people who got invited got a chip implanted in their wrists so the alarm won't go off once they crossed the sensors. And just to think all I had to do was lift my arms so it won't make a sound. So I'm finally in and seems I'm on a mission. Something fishy is going on. I 'm doing some spy work,...in my underwear. Great! I talk to my friend and she is of no help. Well actually I don't know if she is, I just can't remember that part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am now at another part in my dream where I look down from upstairs and I see a group of kids that only spoke English. These were small kids. They seem to be in some sort of tour from the school. They even had maps in their hands. Later on I'm walking past my grandma's house. I see my grandma, my aunt and the children that I just saw with their parents. I was going to go in, but I was still searching for something and I was in a hurry. No time for stops...but I do see cake. I go inside my grandma's house. This is really really good chocolate cake. Oh man I want some now and its morning, aahh!! So I talk to the kids in there telling them I entered the contest they were trying to enter to when I saw them in the school. It was a trip to some tropical paradise. They were surprised I spoke English since we were in Peru. I was like "yeap!" So I leave ,and as I am walking, my grandma calls my cell. She is asking me if the SUV I bought had this and that option. I told her mines had all the available options put in. Seems one of the moms in the house was trying to buy one of those cars and was comparing prices. So I finally get to a corner and I ask a guy, "Do you know where bla bla bla highschool is at?"  He first seems not to know but then he gives me directions. I'm heading that way. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ugh, finally, done editing all the entries. I'm going to post them up now. Oh I got the Facebook link to my profile working...Don't really use Twitter but I guess it won't hurt. We'll see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh WHAT THE HECK IS UP WITH THIS BLOG!! EVERY TIME I POST SOMETHING IT RANDOMLY CHANGES FONT SIZE, THIS CRAP SUCKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;**********************************&lt;/span&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/8658321351168175531-1695806867425546724?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1695806867425546724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/implanted-chips-in-body-secret-passages_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/1695806867425546724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/1695806867425546724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/implanted-chips-in-body-secret-passages_17.html' title='implanted chips in body, secret passages, naked..again.., walking in the streets, walking by grandmas, eating cake, children in English, trip sign up'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-23065220316658623</id><published>2009-08-17T23:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:22:20.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>toys R us, acting in movies, sharks, and people pierced by big sticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thursday August 13, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"...wow, this is different...I see myself in Toys "R" Us , I'm looking for something...a celebrity appears...am I always searching for something with celebrities? The heck, I just noticed that...then I'm outside of the store. Crawled outside through some ducts. I must be a spy of some sort, ha!...so when I say outside I mean in the back where they load everything up in the warehouse. I hear a conversation. The CEO s of the store is talking...something's going down and they don't want anyone to know. They almost heard me, but didn't. At this point I'm stuck somewhere on the main part of an 18 wheeler. They are about to start the car and I cant get out. I'm like "crap, if they drive off, I'm gonna tear myself in 2!" At the end it seems this mystery got solved, although I'm clueless to what it was. Then I'm in my apartment and it's laid out differently. Seems the kitchen moved to the master bedroom...soooo... great!, not only an incorporated bathroom, but also an incorporated kitchen! So my cousin's boyfriend tells me if tomorrow, when we go out, he can just stay here...and I'm like "umm yea...ok well I didn't know we were going out but I guess now we are...Wait a minute? you going out without my cous? does she know this?"....weeeeeird. Then my friend Chris shows up and is talking to me about some crap there while he fixes the curtains that cover up the kitchen. Curtains covering up the kitchen? wows,so tacky. So then a girl shows up and says she has tickets...so we're like "great! "so we take the stairs , go up to the second floor of our school for a sort of high school reunion...a reunion? again what the...?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now I find myself running around in the street...there are 3 friends of mine...we are sort of actors...kinda doing a film ...but I think we are doing a film based on events that happened AS they are happening. Yea, couldn't they wait until the even happened  to make the movie based on this? OF OCOURSE NOT!!...Ok so at one point I'm at the beach with this chick friend of mine...there's too many shells in the sand to even walk into the water...something happens here that I forget...something "spy - like"...hmm...anyway, back in the surface me and my acting buddies...well they get in trouble and are running from the cops. So what do we do to distract the cops? Oh hey, I know, one of them has to pretend they shoot someone , hide the weapon, and one fakes he's been hit by some stranger and the others are there trying to help!. See this way, the cops won't know it's us and will go looking for the "real" criminals. At least that's how I understood the plan would go about,  but after the shoot out, to run away, I become a "witness" . What? what is that supposed to mean? ah crap I don't even know what I wrote here...that's whatI get for editing something I wrote a couple of days ago, dammit! Anyway, so I'm in the backyard looking for them (my friends)...but so are the cops...I'm like "aaah crap they're going to find them"...then my mom shows up and asks me "hey so you've seen them?" and I'm like "nooooo, but wait..have u seen the movie they're making until the end?" (because I'm  trying to sort of tell her that they are not guilty, without really  telling her or else she'll go to the cops) , so she goes "no im stil watching it"...pffff , and here I am, still DREAMING IT!!...ok so that goes somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now I'm in  my old Miami Lakes house, in what used to be my room. The room has become the equivalent to my computer room and my sis is in the computer, but I'm sleeping in the bed and I wake up.  I'm watching the TV. They were talking about that YouTube video where they do a trick with a helicopter, timing its main rotor blade's speed and matching it to the camera's frame rate so it looks like the blades are not moving and the chopper is just floating in mid air. But  that was no TV, that was my window and I could see the ocean and the  helicopter , and the submarines...and this huge shark! That was really cool, and some whales...oh and some people were pierced through some big sticks...more like stakes.. , yeap in the middle of the ocean. I was looking at the real deep part of the water...one of the girls there was looking at me..and I"m like "you need to get out of there?" , she's like "yes, help!"  and I'm like "wait, but aren't you getting paid to do that? " and she's like, "oh yea"...and I just left here there. Sudenly , some marine or soldier of some sort climbs my window with, I think this girl full of blood, and opens up my window and drags himself and the body through my nice white bed sheets and I'm like "the hell are u doing! you're infecting my sheets!" (oh and I'm  germophobic so, yea) so he looks at me and says, "Well if u read your  contract it says that when you bu the house, this is likely to happen!" I go "What? where does it say that ,show me!!!". He's so mad at me that he purposely drags the body over my jacket and fills it with stains,  then goes downstairs. There I stand looking at my sis like wtf???...So she goes downstairs and , not the solider but some Mayor guy officer that was with him shows me a map...and on the map it has colors and a little history graph and shows that 'pink' is area where the military might invade and might dirty up with blood if they want to...like they had the right too...and this house fell under that category..arrggggggggg!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SooeVa9JOiI/AAAAAAAAACA/1ujqvsUnnd8/s1600-h/shark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SooeVa9JOiI/AAAAAAAAACA/1ujqvsUnnd8/s320/shark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371138858954603042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658321351168175531-23065220316658623?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/23065220316658623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/toys-r-us-acting-in-movies-sharks-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/23065220316658623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/23065220316658623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/toys-r-us-acting-in-movies-sharks-and.html' title='toys R us, acting in movies, sharks, and people pierced by big sticks'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SooeVa9JOiI/AAAAAAAAACA/1ujqvsUnnd8/s72-c/shark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-4326055580102348140</id><published>2009-08-17T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:20:29.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where's my dream?</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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font-family: Arial;"&gt;Wednesday August 12,  2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The hell man, I keep forgetting my dreams...I know I had one. I guess I should stop snoozing from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="8" minute="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="9" minute="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;9.30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;. Guess you can forget like that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Later that afternoon...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Oh I took a nap.......and turned into a 5 hour sleep....buuuuut I cant remember my dream.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My day was standard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658321351168175531-4326055580102348140?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4326055580102348140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/wheres-my-dream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/4326055580102348140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/4326055580102348140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/wheres-my-dream.html' title='where&apos;s my dream?'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-6268930524850455882</id><published>2009-08-17T23:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:18:26.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion King, class reunion, bouncing in mid air, epic battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tuesday, August 11, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The hell is this? Lion King combined with a crappy class reunion where I keep bouncing around as if I was in the moon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"...I don't remember the lion part that much... was I a lion? no wait, was I hunting a lion?...we were in some sort of canyon, u know rocky stuff, and we were being trained. We were looking for something as well. Then the time came and we had to go retrieve something, ugh I don't even wanna force myself into thinking about it but anyway...the other stuff was like a mini class reunion and it was with my class here in Peru, class of 98. My cous (she's in our class) sent out some Facebook invitations, from one day to the other so we can all meet up. I was like "wha? no one's gonna go from one day to another?", but at the same time I knew everyone was gonna go because,well I guess just because without making any sense...of course. So everyone replies "yes" to going. We show up there, and the teacher who was in charge of the activities was one of my class of 99 (Miami) teachers. So I show up there to finally re unite with some of these guys that I' haven't seen in like 17 years! Some I'd already  had seen from my previous visits to Peru. So I'm there and I'm trying to figure out where to stand: single file line? is there like an order like back in the day from smallest to tallest? Well I'm not the smallest anymore so...whatever I'm there and for some reason I'm wearing these "cool shoes'" that are so heavy , that when you jump or walk leap it makes you land very slow like if you were experiencing less gravity than the rest. Yeah, that's right , heavy ass boots will make you lighter  Tthen we had some competitions and they had to pick a leader for the guys; the one that was gonna lead them throughout the field on horse...ehh I don't ride . I mean I've ridden but you know in a little field made specially to ride horses...but either way I get picked...so let the games begin!  We had another "class" ,I guess our enemies ,and we had to go in battle against them. We all line up like those epic battles you see in movies, and we head forward and just riiiide!. We have to bring down he enemy by hitting them. They are not moving though. We hit them. At the end I learn that the one who fought with the most style would get prizes and stuff...Oh NOW they tell the leader this ,right? So were standing in this old ass gym locker room with water all over the floor, all nasty while they are giving away 1980s tv's and some more old stuff. Did I win anything? I better! you should have seen the way I slowed motion attacked the competition!...with style!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoodWIYpLvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1QXT16PKp4Q/s1600-h/astronaut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoodWIYpLvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1QXT16PKp4Q/s320/astronaut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371137771637911282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658321351168175531-6268930524850455882?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6268930524850455882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/lion-king-class-reunion-bouncing-in-mid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/6268930524850455882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/6268930524850455882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/lion-king-class-reunion-bouncing-in-mid.html' title='Lion King, class reunion, bouncing in mid air, epic battle'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoodWIYpLvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1QXT16PKp4Q/s72-c/astronaut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-6512034350454144819</id><published>2009-08-17T22:44:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:15:56.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>horses, Justin Timberlake, graphic class,spy games,my sisters, church in a cave</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;st1:date year="2009" day="9" month="8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sunday August 9, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;oh man why was Justin Timberlake in my dream? ..oh wait waiiiiit, now I remember haha, I was watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Saturday Night Life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; last night and he was hosting. Some pretty funny 'bleeeep'! Damn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm so pissed I didn't finish&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;watching it...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"... first me and my best friend find something rotten going down in my old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Miami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; neighborhood. Wow, I moved out of that house when I was&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;17! Why am I there? Who knows... So we decide to go see what was going on at this guys house. They also wanted to pay us for some service...I guess we were getting involved in some sort of neighborhood mob and we didn't even know it! So we got kinda pist and decide to steal their mini horses...yea I wouldn't t say ponies because &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they actually looked like portable horses...dwarf horses? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoocFucc-OI/AAAAAAAAABo/6WByrQCrCFk/s1600-h/HORSIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoocFucc-OI/AAAAAAAAABo/6WByrQCrCFk/s320/HORSIE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371136390285031650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoocaaNAP9I/AAAAAAAAABw/t1NgPEttzQw/s1600-h/HORSE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoocaaNAP9I/AAAAAAAAABw/t1NgPEttzQw/s320/HORSE2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371136745628778450" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't know. So we are riding them around the neighborhood and we get to the mall. They were chasing us so we decide to blend in by entering the mall finding a store to hide...so we go upstairs with the horse and we are suddenly in a room ..with the horses. We are all laying in bed, yes with the horses as if they were dogs, and we're &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;just there watching something happening in the other room . The rooms were made out of glass walls. In the other room I see Mr. miner! ,my old graphics class teacher from high school!...their 'department' was suddenly pointing at one of the friends we were with...although I don't know where they came from 'cus they weren't there with us in he first place. Actually , I don't know these guys! One had dreads on but was white ( was also watching &lt;i style=""&gt;Bad Boys 2&lt;/i&gt; last night and they had some dreaded guys there so probably &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that ) and so they point at him. The other guy &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thought he was so good looking that he thinks they're pointing at him so they can photograph him, and not, it's not me, I know, I know ;). He's about to walk towards Mr. miner and this girl stops him and says., "No, HIM"...so the other guy goes over there. I guess they were gonna have a photo shoot of something. So then the horses are getting all uncomfortable in the bed but then we are like standing. I guess it was a special standing bed for horses? whaa?...Ok so on yet ANOTHER&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;room we find this company of ...hmmm, I'm not ture...cosmetics or something?. They are&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;having a meeting, then suddenly we are part of the meeting, but now it's like me and my sister...and we're having a fight/argument, so we really can't find the mystery behind the company's dirty business because we get kicked out along with some friends we were with...oh but wait..my other 2 sisters are with us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So we leave for a break and appear on some ruins somewhere in Peru...and we are ..looking for a clue? what? what is my sister doing? My middle sister, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; has become a sort of archeologist investigator? Too much Indiana Jones I guess... what?? Oh now she's saying we must find the church. Church? what church?...this was making so much sense in my dreams, but now it's not. She asks a guy fro directions but she does not trust him when he gives her the address, but then she sees a van of the church parking and it has the same address. So instead of getting in the van we were in, she opens up the doors to an old black 95 &lt;i style=""&gt;Mitsubishi Eclipse&lt;/i&gt; ( I have one back home in Miami, probably that's why) and tells us to get in. I'm like "Where are you get the keys and why are we stealing a car? she goes "Well they are about to suspend my license" so I'm thinking she means is about to expire, so what a great idea to steal a random car ..is that gonna make you license un-expired? what ? no man, back to the van!. If anything I'LL drive jeez @#$##$.. Ok so we appear in church.. It's like a huge cave with chairs and the altar. The priest starts preaching, and it looks like I forgot the rituals because I was soaping myself while he was doing the sermon RATHER than after!...what was I thinking? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone knows you don't soap DURING&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the sermon! whaa?..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then another part includes Justin Timberlake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I was him or something haha. So the guy we stole the horse from finds me, Justin Timberlake. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm stuck in the room of the cruise we were in. So I had to run away before he killed me. ..but how do I get out of here?...through the window in the bathroom I see a reflection of the reflection of a bunch of girl models sitting in the edge of the pool. So I go out the window and run to the highest part of the boat and disappear. I'm wearing a &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nice spy suite. The guy cannot find me. He's like "arrrghhh dammit!" So then he goes down into the pool , and I'm like crap , they are going to find Justin ( guess at this time I've detached from his character) and then Justin walk into the pool and inside ( the pool is like those that you can walk in, as if it was the ocean, like those fake wave pools at &lt;i style=""&gt;Disney&lt;/i&gt; and stuff. Ok so he's walking in until he's all submerged and grabs the guy's neck and breaks it....then somehow the camera (what? was I filming a movie) the camera flips around and now you see him upside down with the reflection of the girls coming from the outside of the pool...umm...I don't get this I guess the guy got confused with the reflections like in a fun house full of mirrors and he went inside the pool while everything was really happening outside or something? ahhh. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then this sort of morphed creature shows up in the sea by a pirate boat. It seemed it was a crab that had morphed from the cosmetics company dumping chemicals in the sea..weeeeeird!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Had lunch with the cousins (dad's side), good chicken and salad...went to see Ice Age 3. AAhh that crap was dubbed in Spanish, I usually don't like that because of how it sounds, rather have the original voices with the sub titles...but oh well, not too shabby...except for the part when the picture quality went all 1970s on us and the sound went mono for about 2 minutes...but then the sound came back and the color did too, but not to its fullest. No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;one noticed this. They thought the color was back to perfectly fine conditions but nooooo, I have to be a freaken detailist?(google time.....oh man I can't find the word, but I keep getting german dictionaries when I put it in the search, well whatever) ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fine, a perfectionist, so then for the rest of the movie I personally thought the color was less...umm...saturated? yeah, and a bit blurry...a bit washed out...I had gone out to tell the manager but as time passed the image kept getting better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;home, caught up with email, Facebook etc bla bla bla, bed time! My eyelids were hurting, had to turn off the TV and go to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8658321351168175531-6512034350454144819?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6512034350454144819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/horses-justin-timberlake-graphic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/6512034350454144819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/6512034350454144819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/horses-justin-timberlake-graphic.html' title='horses, Justin Timberlake, graphic class,spy games,my sisters, church in a cave'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoocFucc-OI/AAAAAAAAABo/6WByrQCrCFk/s72-c/HORSIE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-7266397551540612961</id><published>2009-08-17T22:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:44:05.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rent-a-taxi, driving in Peru, new place, walking naked, summer concert, playing dress up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Saturday, August 08, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This one is backwards. I tell you what I did during the day and THEN  the dream because I had a dream when I took a nap in the afternoon haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Went to visit las abuelas (the grandmothers , just like Thursday) and ate lunch there. I had no real hangover. Decided to do the "only beer" night, and that worked. Aside from the fact that I took aspirin and anti heart burn medicine at the end of the  night before going to bed. Great success! But after eating lunch at las abuelas's house we all decided to take a nap...actually we all passed out in the living room, seriously we all did...but then everyone woke up and went to their beds. I was left alone in the living room ..and I HAD A DREAM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"...ok I'm only remember like little pieces of it. I was taking a taxi to my grandma's house and on the way I ask the driver, "hey can we rent the taxis", and he's like "yeah" and I'm like "but does it cost like all throughout the day or how does it work?". Now, first of all, where I got the idea that I could do this is beyond my understanding because that will never happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dream Taxi Driver - what? no fool, I said yea, now go rent it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok, ok, Mr. Dream Taxi Driver, I guess I will do as you say....and so I did!... So here' I am driving in the streets of Peru for the first time ,heading to my grandma's house and I finally make it, but as I was driving I was actually inside my car that I left in Miami, but then when I got to my grandma's house I was back in the taxi...what is this? Transformers? jeez...anyway...so I was sort of like moving (yeah moving to the place I was already in) so we were attaching all this crap to the taxi and trying to fit everyone in there so we can go back to the apartment  I was moving to and to check out the place...Ok so off we go...the taxi suddenly turned into this bigger taxi where everything and everyone would fit...barely. When we finally get to the street where the apartment is at, well.... it looked different than what I remembered it. First of all I couldn't t find the entrance...because now there was a mansion/hotel where the building was at before. So the building was sort of inside of that. Actually my room was in there, but now it was more of a hotel room , so I guess this morphed too. But I was lost because of the change. So we had to go in through the main hotel /mansion entrance. In the "backyard' turns out there was a beach!...and they were having all this expensive parties outside and shows and with people with money...I think the theme of the party was "partly nude" because there were a lot of nudists running around, wohoooo! Everyone I was with had clothe on...until I looked down and I was completely naked, but I didn't do anything about it , I just kept talking to friends and family and THEN I realized, "oh crap!!, Oh well. Then at some point I'm trying to go up my room but I have to go through the restaurant that was by the beach, and that restaurant was attached to the building where I live and NOT the hotel...that was a different part. So I try to go around and go there, and at the beach there's this sort of "summer time concert"  going on, the sunset is happening at this point. It looked awesome!..and everyone was dressed up as something. I think if you were with a group, the group had to stick to a theme...so my group (whoever it was 'cus I cant remember) was dressed as...man I really don't know...I think it had something to do with superheroes/birds...hmm I had this plastic snap on suit of...of something that looked like an armored character from Super Smash Bros Brawl, a Wii game...hold on let me Google that up real quick,...oooooook, I got it...it's MetaKnight, from the Kirby games. Here's a pic. 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font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:date month="8" day="7" year="2009"&gt;Friday, August 07, 2009&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:date month="8" day="7" year="2009"&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dream? not last night...I can't freakin' remember...&lt;i style=""&gt;mucha cerveza en la cabeza&lt;/i&gt;...figure that one out! haha. Took a nice hot shower...off to work!....(per say because I work from home) I had one of those 300 percent sodium instant soups! love it...it felt good, yea that soup was good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Work, a friend's &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;party, club, home&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/8658321351168175531-5789842591934265032?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5789842591934265032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-dream-la-cerveza-en-la-cabeza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/5789842591934265032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/5789842591934265032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-dream-la-cerveza-en-la-cabeza.html' title='no dream, la cerveza en la cabeza'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-1163129065953889133</id><published>2009-08-17T22:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:39:19.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another Miami trip, people I know works at home, eating , clubbing, and the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Thursday  , August 06, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;"...I paid another visit to Miami. Andrea , my sis, took a light saver sword (the toy), and sliced the back bumper of a van...but we don't have a van, but it was ours...oh it was a Lexus van? wha? they don't make those do they?...Then I had to go meet up with Di and Parker ( a couple/friends) a this sort of Boulevard of clubs and restaurants...apparently I've been there before but it was a new thing to me if it was real life...it looked pretty good, maybe I should design a place like that ha!...I had to drive and meet them at the place, dammit.. that was cool cus I'd get to drive my car that I miss but dammit I was gonna go drink! So I picked up my black friend that I do not have , but we seemed to be close haha. No man, I'm not racist, I mean Di is black...sort of , but I just don't have the black friend I picked up...jeez...OK, so ...we had a few beers...oh yea they'd bring us a six pack to the table, I mean like the box with the carton and all. So Di gave us passes for this place later on...but forget the pass, 'cus my dream self obviously forgot it since Di said "hey let's go to.."  "the Rockford" was it? Yea I think that's the name he gave it. I should have used control and changed the name to the Roxbury in m y dream. Yea always wanted to go there and do the Roxbury neck dance from the movie. So we get there and it seemed to be some sort of Spanish restaurant/cafeteria/club? Di's mom was at the door to let us in. OOooo so she was the owner,awesome, the hookup!..but NOOO . Di goes in, tells us to wait, Parker is already in..jeez the sun was coming out already...seriously and the plan was not to be out till the sun came up, but apparently my dream was in a hurry and it took half an hour to make my outing from night to day, great!  ...By this time Di's mom is giving us a hard time entering, and as far as I recall, that wasn't his mom in real life...this lady was annoying (sorry Di, your real mom is lovely :) )  ..yea so she kept holding us outside...come on lady! its like past 6 am and you're not letting me go into a cafeteria like if it was the latest VIP club of my dreams! So since I guess we were by the beach, we walked back a few steps and landed in the sand. We figure it was sunny, so it was beach time. I found my sis there and some friends. We saw a guy there that looked like my dad. We were like "..what? my dad's here...no he's not"...and then we were like "oOOOh he looked like him from the back". So by now we all knew it wasn't him and when we told my sister she's like, "oh yea he's not my dad, but look.." and she shook him!...and we're like "nooo,what are you doing?" and the man is like "..umm what's happening?", and my sister is like "oh I though you were my dad"...oh come on, we told her he wasn't! haha. Then the guy got so annoyed that he decided to go for a swim, but before he did, that bold man tried to say something flirty to my sister and she was like, "ok?". So I hope we had a good day at the beach because I had to wake up to some very grey winter skies..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Happy Bday Dani!...that's my niece/ goddaughter in Louisiana....Decided to do a chilled outing tonight, but before that,  swung by  grandma's house to visit and brought some wine. It was my grandma, her sister (pretty much like my 3rd grandma), my aunt and 3 cousins...yeap, las abuelas wanted beer, the hell's this wine doing here? haha. Nah we're saving the wine for Saturday as I was invited for lunch. Outing was pretty chill. Hit a bar, had a few beers, met some new people, went home...end...oooO no wait, wait..here I come making a mess in my stomach by 'cooking' nachos a la Robert .So I get home, take out a soup bowl, pour some crashed nachos in, added pieces of cheese and hotdogs, put it in the microwave so the cheese melts, take it out, pour a little bit of hot sauce (it's this yellow hot sauce they always bring you here when they deliver you a burger or some meal...oh yes here they deliver burgers..even KFC!! love it...but my stomach doesn't!)  Ok so I go to my room turn on the TV, sit, and eat. Sleep. End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658321351168175531-1163129065953889133?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1163129065953889133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-miami-trip-people-i-know-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/1163129065953889133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/1163129065953889133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-miami-trip-people-i-know-works.html' title='another Miami trip, people I know works at home, eating , clubbing, and the beach'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-7238674984169224045</id><published>2009-08-17T22:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:39:39.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>off to Miami, walking in white socks, work at a shopping center</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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to visit the old ways, whatever that means, ha!. I figured, well I'll take a plane (duh), buy a laptop and work from there the days that I am away...say about a week...nothing wrong with that. That way I won't have to ask for days off. So I get there and I'm at this shopping center, walking in the pajamas I'm in right now (more like boxers and t shirt), and I'm walking dirtying my socks like always and I enter the office ( I have no clue why it is in that shopping center because in reality is not. So I walk in and I try for people not to see me, since I'm not supposed to be there. I 'm looking for Danny since we were going to work on a project together through Messenger, you know MSN Messenger. I'm hiding around haha. Then I learned some people got fired and I'm asking who. Some new old guy and some other dude, they tell me. Somehow the upstairs of the place was the upstairs loft of my house and I'm like..."oh is this where Danny works now?" and my sis goes, "no I work there". What? you work here? in the house , but its the office what?...I don't know. Oh and I'm worrying about getting a flight back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Peru&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;, like, "when am I gonna buy it? how much is it gonna cost me? am I gonna find out? there goes stress for ya! Then I realized: how the hell did I get here so fast?, then I remembered , "Oh yea, I took a plane and it seems I slept all throughout the trip all the way until I appeared in the shopping center...of course , that makes so much sense!!!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;or as told on Messenger to my friend:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;" [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="17" hour="16"&gt;4:17:50 PM&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;] Roberto Inostroza: "last night I dreamt i traveled to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;miami&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and entered the office&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="16" minute="17"&gt;4:17:54 PM&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;] Roberto Inostroza: which was on pines blvd&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="17" hour="16"&gt;4:17:58 PM&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;] Roberto Inostroza: where the circuit city is at lol&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="18" hour="16"&gt;4:18:12 PM&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;] Roberto Inostroza: somehow i slept through the flight cus i didnt remember the fast trip&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="16" minute="18"&gt;4:18:30 PM&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;] Roberto Inostroza: and somehow i left the airport and got all the way home but dont remember how..oh yea i must have been sleeping from the flight&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="18" hour="16"&gt;4:18:32 PM&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;] Roberto Inostroza: da hek!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="18" hour="16"&gt;4:18:53 PM&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;] Roberto Inostroza: and i was entering the offic on the shorts and shirt i worte when i was sleeping..i was..should i change? nah i work like this lol"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Today was just a regular day, nothing new. I should be in bed, it's12.30am..and I still have to take a shower...great!...the usual waste of time with &lt;i style=""&gt;Messenger&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;AOL mail&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i style=""&gt;Facebook&lt;/i&gt; ...and attempting to add &lt;i style=""&gt;Twitter&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;Facebook&lt;/i&gt; links to my accounts from my blog...um yea that's it, let's see what tonight's dream brings....zzZZZ..oh no wait and my eyes are killing me...ah crap I forgot to post this pic on &lt;i style=""&gt;Facebook&lt;/i&gt; Imma go do it real quick...so yea, done. bye...oh oh oh wait ..so I've also been looking for the People magazine article on the Saved by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bell&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; reunion. I keep seeing the pictures but no article. Can't buy it either, I'm in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Peru&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; so yeap!..ciaoooooooooooo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8658321351168175531-7238674984169224045?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7238674984169224045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/off-to-miami-walking-in-white-socks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/7238674984169224045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/7238674984169224045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/off-to-miami-walking-in-white-socks.html' title='off to Miami, walking in white socks, work at a shopping center'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-3788403566318550880</id><published>2009-08-17T22:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:39:52.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>work at a new location, playing with the 'fishes', party time, can't find my shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tuesday, August 4, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;"...first there were a few things with work...some projects due by morning...I wasn't even close to finishing it...this must all come down to my nasty habit of procrastination, but then again, I believe (or at least I make myself believe) I do my best work under pressure...and speaking of pressure...I suddenly appear under water with the fishes...um fish?...any who, it seems to be part of work and I needed to do some flash work related to the underwater life...who knows, maybe something for the Miami Seaquarium? ha! I tell you, work haunts us all. Then it seem it's time for a sort of gala, or party of some sort...a social event. I already knew what shoes to wear, but is not like I had them in my closet. I appear on top of an escalator that goes about 3 stories high, and they start dropping and pilling up the white shoes boxes with the sizes, I start searching for the brand and model I've previously bought for my cousin's wedding but I can't seem to find it, and I know if I take too long the boxes are going to pile up 3 stories high and I won't find them...and that is exactly what ends up happening. I'm on top of all these boxes (mind you balancing myself so I won't fall over the tower of boxes) and I couldn't find my shoes. Oh, wrong size...nope, not this one either, wrong style, damn ..now I'm stressed! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;A crap I forgot to write this the same day (Tuesday) . Ok whatever, it's Wednesday morning , but I'll fake it...So today (Tuesday) me and Sybille (my cous) went to renew our Peruvian passports. Time of opening up my eyes: 6:30 AM!..mind you I think I went to sleep past 2 AM, but you know me, I'm a late sleeper, and not a morning person. So this was supposed to take well...say we'd get there at 7, 7:15..if this thing opened at 7:30 or 8 we'd be there max 9, 9:30...WRONG!! We did the paper work early and when they finally take our pictures the guy is like "ok about an hour  and a half of wait time to receive it". What? you crazy...that'd means I'd start work at 11 (12 MIami time), and so that's what happened. In the meantime we walked around the shopping center. I also had an empanada, nice! ...so we check back about an hour and fifteen minutes later...both our passports were ready, thank you! We headed back, clocked in, started work. That was pretty much the highlight of the day.. I was falling asleep during the day. Oh, and during the wait for the passports , there was this girl that looked exaaaaaaactly like a friend I know back in Miami... I mean identical, to the point that you realize it is not her but you just keep staring and starting, and maybe magically she will be that person...why? I don't know...it's like when you break up with your girlfriend and she drives a certain brand of car. When a car just like that passes by you on the road, and you see it's not her...you kinda still ask...is it really not her? ...I mean you know it's not because she has a certain bumper sticker that the other car does not have, or the opposite, that she has a  sticker say, from another country, that she is not from...but you just stare...Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658321351168175531-3788403566318550880?l=catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3788403566318550880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/work-at-new-location-playing-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/3788403566318550880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658321351168175531/posts/default/3788403566318550880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catching-my-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/work-at-new-location-playing-with.html' title='work at a new location, playing with the &apos;fishes&apos;, party time, can&apos;t find my shoes'/><author><name>Roberto Inostroza Lindley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265386132637602317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsfEJOxaYgs/SoiNXhEVE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JrCKURaX208/S220/lunis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658321351168175531.post-3563987125983295755</id><published>2009-08-17T00:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:40:13.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WEDDING...and a little intro about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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And I felt calmed , "wow for once I'm not thinking anything twice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;M.J - do think twiiice ,eehee,chamone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But then I do doubt myself,"man I can't marry ...umm what's her name? I don't even know her name. I know who it is but I don't even know her name! I think she's from TV...and she's like..."yea I get it, I feel the same way"...and here I am realizing..."ah crap your dad's gonna kill me, Imma owe him money for all this!"...then a waiter comes and says "well, who's gonna pay for the gratuity?"...and I'm &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thinking.."a crap it's gonna be thousands of dollars"...and it was like 180 bucks or something.. I felt better then...weiiiiiiiiird."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So it's been 4.5 months since I moved back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Peru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Miami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, after 17 years living there... I'm working with the same American company I've been working 'back home'. That is going well. Same work, and communicating through Skype and email. Checks get sent over to my parents house and my mom deposits it. Before I left I made sure I got a duplicate debit card from the bank so she can access my account to deposit and withdraw money as necessary. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So I got here in the summer of 09..well the last few weeks...went to Punta Hermosa, Asia, the clubs en el Blvd de Asia...where the clubs are at...oh yea I said that already. So the question is..how has it been so far? Yea I can get used to it...well for now...I mean I miss the sun, the fam and my little Luna, that's my little daughter, a Schnauzer...and if I could just bring my carrito...but hey, taxis are cheap...thing is I'm still paying for that car and not using it. I finally got my apartment after 3 months. I was staying en la casa de los Moscol...my cousins, my dad's side of the fam...so that was really fun. Bought my desk and worked from home. Now I'm by myself in my first apartment, 2 rooms (I sleep on one, work on the other), on the last floor, great terrace. Already had the house warming party with the fam, it was a BBQ with the whole fam, it was awesome. So now I have a little BBQ grill , ha! And yea once in a while we 'pre game' before hitting a bar or club, the people come over and we have a few drinks in the little bar of the kitchenette while some music is coming out of the speakers...oh yea, if you know me, you know I had to get my music on before moving so I bought this little Samsung stereo...I want to bring my HDTV and surround sound from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Miami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;...we'll see...but like I said..the future is unknown. I just cant' wait till I catch the whole summer here...good times, I'm sure. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And girls? nah, nothing yet. Meeting some cool people though, guys and girls. I meet them through my cousins mostly...and then some. And again, me being a gadget and electronic fanatic, I brought my pc with dual monitor from Miami...oh got a DVD player here too...the cable is pretty good, now with the cable box I have sometimes the choice to put whatever they are giving on TV in English...that Spanish translation crap? no thank you , sounds nasty...neutral, no emotions. And you do have a lot of the channels from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;like HBO, WB, FOX etc etc...and if anything I'll get online and watch my shows. Oh yea, I eat lunch en la casa de Carmen, my aunt...ah crap...maybe I should write this in Spanish.. I don't really wanna do the spanglish thing..but w/e maybe I'll just alternate...and what else...nothing I have to do grocery shopping like every 2 weeks....but I do love the fact that if I'm missing anything, food or drink wise, I can go down to la bodeguita and get something, or even to all the restaurants I have across the street!...location? not too shabby then. Got a pharmacy and all. Oh and if I want it delivered? sure why not, they deliver EVERTHING: food, medicine,or even your laundry lol, but I have a little washer and Hayde(is that how you spell it, well she's Carmen's emepleada) we.ll she comes like once every 2 weeks and cleans the house, washes my clothes and dishes...good deal, bout 17 bucks for all (50 soles). Yea that's another thing, one buck is about 3 soles...so prices are weird...but good deal again for the most part..defenetely a cheaper way of living :)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Alright I'm watching "The Translator" Never been a fan of Nicole Kidman but she seem to always look cute, if not hot/pretty in her movies...but then go see her in a magazine waking in the streets of Hollywood and you'll see a whitey with no makeup and ewww...but that's like all artists...ah crap I'm on page 2 already? Ok well I'll tell of tonight's dream tomorrow,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and then' I'll write some more mumbo jumbo. 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