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	<title>Comments on: Tommy Pullmyfinger Wants to Know About Your Dreams.</title>
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	<description>Baby Boomer guy writing about stuff of interest primarily to boomers, or people who know one. No politics, few rants, attempted humor. Suitably old, mysteriously advanced.</description>
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		<title>By: Gretchen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Gretchen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 14:25:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh God, I couldn't tolerate the website, but I'm certain it's dreck of the highest order.

My dreams tend to be direct lifts from my day's events. Yesterday I watched "Marnie", the old Alfred Hitchcock movies, and last night dreamed I'd bludgeoned to death a rival for my husband's affections. Well, duh.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="KonaBody">Oh God, I couldn&#8217;t tolerate the website, but I&#8217;m certain it&#8217;s dreck of the highest order.</p>
<p>My dreams tend to be direct lifts from my day&#8217;s events. Yesterday I watched &#8220;Marnie&#8221;, the old Alfred Hitchcock movies, and last night dreamed I&#8217;d bludgeoned to death a rival for my husband&#8217;s affections. Well, duh.</p></div>
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