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		<title>Sueños laborales y necesidad de perspectiva&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Esta noche soñé que mi única expectativa laboral era convencer a los dueños del café de mi parada de metro para que me dejasen trabajar gratis durante un mes y así poder mostrarles que servía para el trabajo.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Esta noche soñé que mi única expectativa laboral era convencer a los dueños del café de mi parada de metro para que me dejasen trabajar gratis durante un mes y así poder mostrarles que servía para el trabajo.</p>
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		<title>Yet another dream</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 09:42:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So this time I came back to that place&#8230; some sort of reservoir hidden between two mountains along which two parallel highways run, with occasional little roads going from one side to the other. In this case one of them had even some kind of village or bigger place where we could stay and play [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So this time I came back to that place&#8230; some sort of reservoir hidden between two mountains along which two parallel highways run, with occasional little roads going from one side to the other. In this case one of them had even some kind of village or bigger place where we could stay and play some board game, that it, until the rain became too much.</p>
<p>Of course, I couldn&#8217;t say whether I was actually there in a different dream or just &quot;in the dream I had been there before.&quot; I do remember a similar highway, but much bigger and complex, from (possibly)&nbsp;another dream a long time ago&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Another dream</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 08:12:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Again, I was in High School in the US. Somehow I&#160;managed to go back, but it looked more like the University in Bielefeld&#8230; And then there was the public showers in the park :-?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Again, I was in High School in the US. Somehow I&nbsp;managed to go back, but it looked more like the University in Bielefeld&#8230; And then there was the public showers in the park :-?</p>
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		<title>A disturbing dream</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 12:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The train arrived at Bielefeld Hbf., this was my first time in five years, since I had never been back since my Erasmus came to an end. I was happy and excited to see the Uni, which in this version of Bielefeld was near the train station&#8212;an arrangement vagely familiar, perhaps from another dream about [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The train arrived at Bielefeld Hbf., this was my first time in five years, since I had never been back since my Erasmus came to an end.</p>
<p>I was happy and excited to see the Uni, which in this version of Bielefeld was near the train station&#8212;an arrangement vagely familiar, perhaps from another dream about Bielefeld. I came in and met some of the people I had been with during that year. We were talking and things would be happening around us. I asked about people, they told me about people&#8230;</p>
<p>And then I woke up, and the dream with its vivid colors waned leaving just reality&#8212;and I felt very sad at first that I was in Madrid and not in Bielefeld, wishing I had never left&#8230;</p>
<p>As I&nbsp;write this the dream is fading away as every dream does as soon as I come back to awakeness. I&#8217;m not sad or mad that I&#8217;m not in Bielefeld, but the truth is, I haven&#8217;t been there since the Erasmus came to an end&#8230;</p>
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