Friday, January 23, 2009
The other night I had a dream. I was in New York City. And I was trying to get somewhere.....maybe Brooklyn or New Jersey because I knew I had to cross a bridge to get there. But I didn't know where the bridge was. So I stopped to ask a local man who was standing on the side of the road. He was so nice and so helpful. So polite. He gave me very clear directions, even walking me to the end of the street to point out where I would be when I came back on a different bridge so I wouldn't get lost later. In my dream I was so overwhelmed with the kindness and courtesy of this man, so opposite from the general reports you hear bout New Yorkers, that I started thinking (in my dream) about how I would blog about it. I began choosing the words I would use, deciding how best to decribe this man, and how all my friends would be so amazed by this report of a kind, polite New Yorker. And then, as I began to drift towards consciousness and became slightly more aware of my own thoughts as being separate from the dream (but still not quite awake yet), I continued to think about how to word my blog post. This went on for SEVERAL MINUTES until I finally reached an awake enough state that my brain said to me, "Hey retard. You are DREAMING about BLOGGING! Don't you think that is just a little bit pathetic?" And I had to agree. It was pathetic. Maybe more than just a little bit. I think I may have just crossed a line...and I'm a bit afraid of what blogging will do to me next.