tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59514972011-06-21T11:59:41.725+02:00Catching my dreams..Do you remember your dreams when you wake up in the morning? Well... find out where my uncounsciousness is taking me during the night...Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1113475679537460502005-05-02T12:45:00.000+02:002005-05-12T08:09:44.193+02:00Vatican oralI was going to graduate, or receive a diploma of some sort, in Spain. That same day, my boyfriend was also going to receive a diploma earlier that day and I invited him, his little brother and my family and friends to attend my ceremony.I discovered I was ten minutes late for my own graduation as I had mistaken the time. But what I was not told before is that I first had to pass an Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1113475493138502732005-04-25T12:42:00.000+02:002005-05-12T08:07:25.173+02:00“I’ll never let go”I was on a new and huge boat that was designed by a friend of my mine. It was gigantic, Titanic alike almost, and we were looking down at the sea from a height of 5 metres or so. We were sailing off at quite some speed. As we were further at sea, I went to the complete front of the ship, stepped over the railing and held on to it fiercely. Massive waves, the size of a 10 metre Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1113475223089272522005-04-14T12:36:00.000+02:002005-04-14T12:41:17.066+02:00Columbian rainI was running down Columbian streets with a man I had just met. We were running and running for ages and it felt like I could go on forever. We were going to visit someone who was living in the same street of acquaintances of mine. Later, it dawned unto me that these two neighbouring families had extremely different political opinions and I could, therefore, not let this man know I Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1113302378010789332005-04-12T12:37:00.000+02:002005-04-12T12:39:38.010+02:00Baby SnakeI carried my baby-pet-snake to the living room where I put him in a jar. He was quite a slippery and amazingly thin creature of about 40 cm in length. Next thing I knew, this ‘dear’ little being had escaped from the jar in which I had put him. I stared at the jar for a while, the white lid lying next to it. I looked around and exceedingly slowly said: ‘Uh-oh…’ Then with a guilty look onRoulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1113301902679916142005-03-29T12:28:00.000+02:002005-04-12T12:31:42.680+02:00Free WillyCaught a teeny tiny baby whale because I had to protect and save it from a Tsunami that was going to take place. Somehow I forgot to place him in water and as I looked over the ocean one day and saw it was all calm and quiet (where is that predicted Tsunami?) I took out the baby whale I had wrapped in a newspaper and discovered that little Willy had dried out and died. I was responsibleRoulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1113301244443897242005-03-14T12:15:00.000+01:002005-04-12T12:20:44.443+02:00Righteous BabysitterI was babysitting a triplet and their little brother, but their mom was around as well. Only, the funny thing is… she was their mom, just not their REAL mom. It was her, yet she had the looks of a blonde Caucasian while she is actually Indonesian.Any ways, the kids were going to take their bath in a small swimming pool. Their bathroom was huge, but the water in the pool was Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1113300440378877012005-02-12T12:04:00.000+01:002005-04-12T12:07:20.380+02:00Nuclear Mushroom I was sleeping nice and quietly, when all of the sudden…. I heard the loudest explosion ever. I looked out of my window from my bunk bed and saw the apartments approx 500 metres behind my house gloating in a mushroom shaped bright and green light. The 10 story building was crumbling down into ashes as it was hit by a nuclear bomb. A big thundering wave of radiating clouds was Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1106300250775634242005-02-01T10:26:00.000+01:002005-04-12T12:13:40.856+02:00... Having a private moment, here!I was in the ladies room (again..!) and I was just doing my thing, you know, stuff people do in bathrooms. But the strange thing about this toilet was that the door had been fixed too highly. So, you might as well not have had a door there, because you could see my buttock on the toilet seat any ways. At a certain point, the toilet door was not there anymore and Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1106768313425010732005-01-26T20:19:00.000+01:002005-01-26T20:38:33.426+01:00I'll pinch your nipples ! A group of people and I were touring to the south of France in a touringbus. A big one, like one of those rock starts would have to tour around. We almost arrived, but before we did, we saw these two guys standing at a bus stop. Immediately a security guy moved in and approached the lads to keep an eye on them. After staring at them for a while, the lights went green Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1106078294500684232005-01-21T20:51:00.000+01:002005-01-21T10:23:56.193+01:00Buffy, where were you? Two friends of mine and I were on the road to I don't know where and decided to make a stop. So, we pulled off the road to have a short break in a bar. My friend had ordered some Indonesian food and I decided to go to the bathroom while they were waiting at the counter. The bathroom was strange, because it was not down the hallway or just seperated from the sitting area ofRoulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1106077685181610812005-01-18T20:38:00.000+01:002005-01-18T20:51:40.533+01:00Get your hands off o' me ! I was sleeping in my beddie and was waking up slowly. Trying to remember what I had dreamt during the night while slowly stretching myself and yawning shamelessly... Suddenly, I saw a hand flying through my window, it was coming right at me. It was grabbing my neck, trying to choke me. I was struggeling to pull it off of me and after a few seconds I did. But, to my Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1105655264230214992005-01-13T23:25:00.000+01:002005-01-13T23:27:44.230+01:00Globally Dismissed My BF and I were on a tropical island... I wanted to enjoy the time we had there; lounging in the hot sun & cooling off in the water, a sweet breeze hushing us to sleep in the cooler afternoons, waking up to watch the sun go down, getting social with the locals until the early hours... But, NO, o' course not... It turned out we were on MTV's Globally Dismissed :S And there Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1105404250320882612005-01-11T01:39:00.000+01:002005-01-11T01:51:40.750+01:00No Goodbyes My dad drove me to the airport, coz I was leaving for Spain. We left home a little late.. so, I was stressing out, wanting to make it for check in. After racing like crazy, we stood there at the check in desk. I kept on looking at the clock so stressfully and things got even worse as I realized that I hadn't even said goodbye to my mother, nor my BF. Wait a sec... why on earth am IRoulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1105131205065766042005-01-07T21:50:00.000+01:002005-01-07T21:59:32.266+01:00Back to Neverland Well, it's been a while since I went public with my dreams. However, Dreamhunt is back and has gotten a new fresh look with enough space for more wacky nightly adventures. This lil' dreamer has returned and is here to stay. Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1074250474268963672004-01-16T11:54:00.000+01:002004-01-16T11:56:28.483+01:00Insomnia Well, peepz.. not that far away from Insomnia. Haven´t been able to get some proper sleep these past two weeks. Must admit that it's pretty much my own fault; with all the flying back and forth, things on my mind and loads of other stuff going on, sleep has been more like counting sheep. However, gimme my bed and a blankie right now and I'm in Dreamland, for sure... For all of you outRoulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1071592910059746822003-12-16T17:41:00.000+01:002003-12-16T17:56:26.780+01:00Weddingbells.... I dreamt that I was back in Holland, at my church, for my own wedding. Except, the happening that is supposed to be the event of your life was somewhat like a surprise party: I had no clue of what was going to happen. I remember walking towards my church, stepping around the corner and to my great surprise, there were all my family and friends awaiting me. However, to my Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1070968303397711002003-12-09T12:11:00.000+01:002003-12-09T12:11:55.490+01:00Gosh, this sucks... For the past two weeks, I haven't been able to remember any dream. Well, not one I would like to share with you guyz, any ways.. hi hi hi :P Therefore, don't be surprised if you come back in a while and you find out that I have changed the topic of this blog. You prob thought it was too boring any wayz.Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1069778659749555272003-11-25T17:44:00.000+01:002003-11-25T17:44:27.780+01:00Badcatcher Well, so much for my weblog, haven't been able to remember any of my dreams for the past week. I gotta BLOG about something though, so I'll just write about a dream I had sometime last year, which, strangely, I do remember. I was on holiday in Indonesia and I was standing in some ricefield, don't know where exactly. I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and to all yuckiness, little Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1069174812126376862003-11-18T18:00:00.000+01:002003-11-25T17:37:40.520+01:00Comunicacion Multimedia I It was a typical Tuesday afternoon. As usual classes of Comunicacion Multimedia, practicas, at 16.00 to 18.00. How joyful! We were to describe the contents of the website we were going to design, and put them on our Blogsite, which we had created some time ago. Here's a description of it in Spanish... Vamos a diseñar un pagina de web por estudiantes extranjeros, para Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1069173657602729602003-11-18T17:40:00.000+01:002003-11-18T17:41:03.976+01:00Travel-bud I was about to go on holiday to Indonesia, my homeland. However, even though I had packed some things, I had forgotten to take the most important things I cannot live without: my journal, creme and mobile phone. I needed to go though, because I was already at Schiphol Airport (Amsterdam) and the plane was about to leave. A weird sense of panic and the feeling that you are not about toRoulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1067960776044471612003-11-04T16:46:00.000+01:002003-11-04T16:46:18.673+01:00Billion Dollar Friend 82 billion freaking Dollars is what my friend was worth, now that's a keeper :P! I was in some gameshow where I was on the verge of winning, however, since I am not ever as lucky as to actually be succesful in anything, my friend (Let's call him ' Big Guy'), who was sitting in the audience for goodness sake, won the jackpot. Lucky ass. But thaz OK, he could use it more thanRoulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1067354633837558912003-10-28T16:23:00.000+01:002003-10-28T16:25:23.023+01:00Giant slippers A terrible car accident, we drove right into a lake... one of my worst fears. Water was gushing in, but I tried to save the other three passengers by unbuckeling them from their seatbelts. I did a quick prayer and miraculously the bus got unto the shore. I was able to get out of the car, as well as the other people, though shocked and crying because of this near-to-death Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-1067354278294810442003-10-28T16:17:00.000+01:002003-10-28T16:24:50.306+01:00Harder than I thought Sheesh... Who said catching your dreams is easy? Noticed that especially when you wake up very sudden in the middle of a dream, the chance that you will be able to recall what it was about is very slim. And.... since I woke up in the middle of somethin' every morning for the last two weeks, I actually was able to catch only one. So much for Blog-material, huh? Don't worry,Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951497.post-106632479940101692003-10-16T19:16:00.000+02:002003-10-16T19:19:59.320+02:00WOOHOO! Way to go... What a privilege this is, being able to place my first post on DreamHunt! Roulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01868266488429368076noreply@blogger.com0