<?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-5016162499334581632</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:04:11.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dream Of Boris</title><subtitle type='html'>REAL DREAMS PEOPLE HAVE HAD ABOUT BORIS JOHNSON</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofboris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016162499334581632/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofboris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I Dream Of Boris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089144728691425198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016162499334581632.post-5068632455445450830</id><published>2008-04-08T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:03:24.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Male Student</title><content type='html'>Rather disturbingly, in my dream he was giving pleasure of a sexual nature to John Cleese. Oh dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016162499334581632-5068632455445450830?l=idreamofboris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofboris.blogspot.com/feeds/5068632455445450830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016162499334581632&amp;postID=5068632455445450830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016162499334581632/posts/default/5068632455445450830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016162499334581632/posts/default/5068632455445450830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofboris.blogspot.com/2008/04/male-student.html' title='Male Student'/><author><name>I Dream Of Boris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089144728691425198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016162499334581632.post-8492311942717385298</id><published>2008-04-08T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:02:50.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline, London</title><content type='html'>I did not too long ago. We were supposed to have lunch but he buggered off to vote or something, then bumped into him in a bar later but he blanked me. I awoke feeling disturbed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016162499334581632-8492311942717385298?l=idreamofboris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofboris.blogspot.com/feeds/8492311942717385298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016162499334581632&amp;postID=8492311942717385298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016162499334581632/posts/default/8492311942717385298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016162499334581632/posts/default/8492311942717385298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofboris.blogspot.com/2008/04/caroline-london.html' title='Caroline, London'/><author><name>I Dream Of Boris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089144728691425198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016162499334581632.post-3336010649048776120</id><published>2008-04-08T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:02:01.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>York Student</title><content type='html'>A school sports day at my school. He was in a stripy blue rugby shirt, and white shorts. Standing on the other side of the field jogging on the spot. I caught his eye, he strolled over, we chatted. It was cool. I've never been so angry at waking up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016162499334581632-3336010649048776120?l=idreamofboris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofboris.blogspot.com/feeds/3336010649048776120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016162499334581632&amp;postID=3336010649048776120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016162499334581632/posts/default/3336010649048776120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016162499334581632/posts/default/3336010649048776120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofboris.blogspot.com/2008/04/york-student.html' title='York Student'/><author><name>I Dream Of Boris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089144728691425198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016162499334581632.post-2327222508424777246</id><published>2008-04-08T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:42:15.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployed Female In Peckham</title><content type='html'>I was babysitting Boris's kids. The kids kept multiplying and I couldn't remember their names and felt embarrassed. They were paying me thirty dollars an hour which I was really excited about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016162499334581632-2327222508424777246?l=idreamofboris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofboris.blogspot.com/feeds/2327222508424777246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016162499334581632&amp;postID=2327222508424777246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016162499334581632/posts/default/2327222508424777246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016162499334581632/posts/default/2327222508424777246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofboris.blogspot.com/2008/04/unemployed-female-in-peckham.html' title='Unemployed Female In Peckham'/><author><name>I Dream Of Boris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089144728691425198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016162499334581632.post-5890107925049185796</id><published>2008-04-08T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:41:24.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conservative Family With No Dog</title><content type='html'>I was walking a large dog on a lead when Boris approached with small dog on a led. In order to let them pass, I let go of the lead of the big dog. The dog ran off and I felt guilty. Later, I spoke with my husband to tell him that I once again let go of the dog's lead to let Boris and his dog go by. My husband insisted that I be firm and hold my ground while letting them pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016162499334581632-5890107925049185796?l=idreamofboris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofboris.blogspot.com/feeds/5890107925049185796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016162499334581632&amp;postID=5890107925049185796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016162499334581632/posts/default/5890107925049185796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016162499334581632/posts/default/5890107925049185796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofboris.blogspot.com/2008/04/conservative-family-with-no-dog.html' title='Conservative Family With No Dog'/><author><name>I Dream Of Boris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089144728691425198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016162499334581632.post-5573696232856583722</id><published>2008-04-08T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:39:40.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Year Old College Student</title><content type='html'>I was at a Boris rally in the heart of London. Boris announced that he wanted to change his middle name to be more patriotic and show his commitment to being a true Londoner. He said from that day forward, his middle name would no longer be de Pfeffel  -- it would be 'de Cab Driver': Alexander Boris de Cab Driver Johnson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016162499334581632-5573696232856583722?l=idreamofboris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofboris.blogspot.com/feeds/5573696232856583722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016162499334581632&amp;postID=5573696232856583722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016162499334581632/posts/default/5573696232856583722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016162499334581632/posts/default/5573696232856583722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofboris.blogspot.com/2008/04/21-year-old-college-student.html' title='21 Year Old College Student'/><author><name>I Dream Of Boris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089144728691425198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
