<?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-6384135261993034832</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:32:30.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrebel's Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>Over the years I've accumulated some of my dreams on paper and here and there on the internet. On this spot I collect them now. Please feel free to leave a comment.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Terrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345425097382598957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjTgUWcyQ0s/SRgaWypUnzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6Nz4KKCMRNM/S220/Ter180703a.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384135261993034832.post-4626392318621063453</id><published>2010-06-21T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:26:42.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A guide led me through a bun. We were plucking ourselves a way through the bread when we got in a chamber that looked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;threatening. I asked the guide if he recognized a point in the ceiling that looked like a sort of fungus: brownish threads of biological material crawling allover. From it emerged a creature that rolled towards us. It's body was disc-shaped and it had at least six legs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;being little bigger than a common house-spider, which it also resembled. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The colours were mostly brown and black. It rolled towards us, circled around us and than away from us before returning, obviously curious. It overcame its fear and ran over my body. When I made swapping movements with my hands to chase it off it kind of changed into a butterfly-like creature, flew up and circled around me a few more times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;At the same time a female friend of mine was in danger. She was in an all white room with two plastic benches in the middle, back to back. Here and there laserbeams had been fired across the room. Most were red, some were green. Once emitted, the beams stayed. My friend already had a small fleshwound at her leg where one of the beams had hit her. More beams filled the room when you could see the creature emitting them: It seemed to be a baby's head in a half-round plastic yelow bowl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Whilst my friend crawled the room for her life she knew I was on my way to rescue her. At one point the baby-head stood on one of the benches to fire it's laserbeams from there. It lost balance and fell. Out the now broken yellow bowl slipped a slimy oval and extremele large children's head. Suddenly the rest of the body had formed, wearing blue and red clothes. Now the being had evolved and could aim it's laserbeams more accurately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I entered the room my friend shouted to warn me for a laserbeam. I evaded two by climbing onto one of the couches.&lt;/span&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/6384135261993034832-4626392318621063453?l=tersdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4626392318621063453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/2010/06/guide-led-me-through-bun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default/4626392318621063453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default/4626392318621063453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/2010/06/guide-led-me-through-bun.html' title=''/><author><name>Terrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345425097382598957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjTgUWcyQ0s/SRgaWypUnzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6Nz4KKCMRNM/S220/Ter180703a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384135261993034832.post-4198451815811302874</id><published>2010-02-09T05:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:29:57.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;It was some time in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Mankind had been genetically enhanced so every individual could only feel one emotion at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;They thought it would rid the world of a lot of suffering. In stead the earth turned into chaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Humankind needs different emotions to cope with everyday life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384135261993034832-4198451815811302874?l=tersdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4198451815811302874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-some-time-in-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default/4198451815811302874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default/4198451815811302874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-some-time-in-future.html' title=''/><author><name>Terrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345425097382598957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjTgUWcyQ0s/SRgaWypUnzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6Nz4KKCMRNM/S220/Ter180703a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384135261993034832.post-457542122238695946</id><published>2010-01-31T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:02:42.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Through our network and careful deduction we discovered an ancient plot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For at least 60 years rumours had been carefully started and spread to make eveyone believe the ducks had started the final war and by a combined effort of other nations they had been almost wiped out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The moment I found out "they" came after me with dogs and torches and I had to run for my life. Running through an empty riverbed they almost caught up to me when a follow-believer rescued me at the cost of his jacket that was caught by some kind of white grappling hook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I knocked on the door of the Duck's headquarters at first they wouln'd let me in because apparently I represented the establishment. When they eventually did I only saw a scared littly boy, hiding behind a chair and a very sick man in a rocking chair at a fireless fireplace in a badly lit room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The man was a friend in real life, who died some years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When -in my dream- I told him the truth about the duckwars he told me he was grateful for my efforts but he already knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384135261993034832-457542122238695946?l=tersdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/457542122238695946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default/457542122238695946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default/457542122238695946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/knew.html' title='Knew'/><author><name>Terrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345425097382598957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjTgUWcyQ0s/SRgaWypUnzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6Nz4KKCMRNM/S220/Ter180703a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384135261993034832.post-3013807117932917012</id><published>2009-09-26T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:03:16.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accustomed to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;After years of living underground after the Apocalyps had taken place we decided it was time to leave our hiding place. At the top of an old stone stairway there was a big grey door. With a bit of help I slowly pushed it open and saw a world that was different than the one I remembered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;People where walking through what appeared to be a shopping street. In stead of white, all window-panes were black. The people regarded one another in a very unusual fashion and their hairstyles were way out of order. Most women wore some kind of Australian cowboy-hat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;This, however, was the world I had to get accustomed to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384135261993034832-3013807117932917012?l=tersdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3013807117932917012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-years-of-living-underground-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default/3013807117932917012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default/3013807117932917012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-years-of-living-underground-after.html' title='Accustomed to'/><author><name>Terrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345425097382598957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjTgUWcyQ0s/SRgaWypUnzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6Nz4KKCMRNM/S220/Ter180703a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384135261993034832.post-8254305708274908867</id><published>2009-08-26T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:03:36.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opened</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;There was a series of underground theatre-performances scheduled to be played in a large concert-hall. I sat in the auditorium all by myself and at the same time I was sitting next to a young lady wearing white trousers. On her other side there was her boyfriend. In the back, on the left side there was another man. The curtains opened and a man stood on stage, announcing the performance. At that moment also the curtains at the side of the auditorium opened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384135261993034832-8254305708274908867?l=tersdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8254305708274908867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-was-series-of-underground-theatre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default/8254305708274908867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default/8254305708274908867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-was-series-of-underground-theatre.html' title='Opened'/><author><name>Terrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345425097382598957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjTgUWcyQ0s/SRgaWypUnzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6Nz4KKCMRNM/S220/Ter180703a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384135261993034832.post-5109393883609455262</id><published>2009-07-26T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:04:02.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;In my dream my lifegoal was to find a specific crucifix. In the dream I found it. It was a large wooden crucifix, depicting the suffering af Jezus carved out from one single peace of dark brown wood as portraited by a variety of famous artists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the end I discovered that the place where I found it was the backroom of an English pub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384135261993034832-5109393883609455262?l=tersdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5109393883609455262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-my-dream-my-lifegoal-wasto-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default/5109393883609455262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default/5109393883609455262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-my-dream-my-lifegoal-wasto-find.html' title='Pub'/><author><name>Terrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345425097382598957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjTgUWcyQ0s/SRgaWypUnzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6Nz4KKCMRNM/S220/Ter180703a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384135261993034832.post-178153292082778708</id><published>2009-06-26T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:04:45.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explosion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;In my dream the girl of my dreams and I, together with a few others sabotaged a missile launch pad. Instead of going skywards the cruise missile went over ground straight for us. Most of our group jumped a fence in a futile effort to escape the impact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I stood for the fence, manouvering myself in such a position that the missile would hit me straight away. At the moment of impact the girl in my dreams and I looked at eachother very happily and together witnessed the blinding light and silent explosion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384135261993034832-178153292082778708?l=tersdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/178153292082778708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-my-dream-girl-of-my-dreams-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default/178153292082778708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default/178153292082778708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-my-dream-girl-of-my-dreams-and-i.html' title='Explosion'/><author><name>Terrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345425097382598957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjTgUWcyQ0s/SRgaWypUnzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6Nz4KKCMRNM/S220/Ter180703a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384135261993034832.post-3060601137713667526</id><published>2009-05-25T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:05:11.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;We (around 50 people) were at a garden-party in some warm country. Somebody was baking pancakes and eventually we all got two plain pancakes on our plates. There was only one bottle of syrup so you needed to be patient. Music was playing and some were dancing. When "One step beyond" from the band Madness played I decided to wait for the syrup no longer, stood up and started to dance. Unfortunately the floor was tiled since it was next to a swimmingpool and I was wearing leather shoes with wooden soles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I slipped and fell but immediately stood up again and started dancing. With a few people from the party I found myself in a trailer where we got combat-instructions. I remember someone shouting out for their bulletproof vest. Turned out she was our sniper-assistant. When the siege was on she was the one pointing out the targets to our unit-sniper. She did so by standing straight, holding a lit sigar in her left hand. Only thing the sniper had to do was aim for the lit sigartip. A few moments later we saw the sniper-assistant staggering back to camp. We thought she was fooling around, pretending to be drunk but apparently she was stabbed in the chest. The knife was still sticking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;While she was being attended to and someone was trying to figure out who betrayed her we went through our instructions again. Apparently we pretended to be a modeling-agency that happened to do a fotoshoot in the dessert. That also explained why we were able to beat press-agencies and other media with our footage. It was very hot in the trailer and I switched off a light next to the far left make-up mirror. Our make-up lady pointed out to me I just switched off climate-control and turned it back on again. I was still hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384135261993034832-3060601137713667526?l=tersdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3060601137713667526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default/3060601137713667526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384135261993034832/posts/default/3060601137713667526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tersdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot.html' title='Hot'/><author><name>Terrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345425097382598957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjTgUWcyQ0s/SRgaWypUnzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6Nz4KKCMRNM/S220/Ter180703a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
