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.
8 comments:
I've done it too. Boo.
Sometime I find myself wording out an entire post in my head while doing something boring, like folding laundry, then when I actually have a minute to sit at my computer it's gone. I've yet to dream about blogging though!
Posts go through my head all the time! It's your create side girl!
I'm like Nicki, I blog while doing laundry or vacuuming. I haven't dreamed about it yet, but I've dreamed about playing Facebook Word Challenge. Lame!
I've only been to New York a grand total of twice, but both times I had kind, polite strangers help me out. They're nice as long as you're walking fast enough on the sidewalks.
O that's pretty funny!
This is kind of funny! I dream about playing solitaire on my phone, but not blogging. I'll let you know when I cross that line.
Well I guess it's better than dreaming about local restaurants featured on the Food Network like I do.. lol.
I don't catch myself blogging in my sleep or fantasizing about it that much. The other night I had a dream about me being asleep and dreaming Jen woke up with contractions. It was weird.
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