I’ve dreamed about women bloggers.
The first, and this dream must have started about 5:59 a.m. as my alarm goes off at 6 a.m. and the alarm startled me from the dream, featured the voice of a woman blogger providing narrative as to how she writes.
In the dream I could see a monitor as the blogger addressed several of us from a remote location. The screen was at a command prompt and the blogger hit enter twice causing the screen to scroll; the second time a joke accompanied the key press.
The blogger was Miss Florida Transplant of Just a Girl and Her Dogs.
Miss Florida Transplant did not physically appear in the dream. I suspect this has something to do with my aversion to dreaming about gals half my age.
The second blogger didn’t actually appear in person either. I was driving around in my (very sweet) mini-van talking with someone. The passenger was talking about someone (in a polite manner) and I said, “Oh. I know who you mean. Tori *****.” (Of Radioactive Girl. In the dream I used her first and last name, which was a bold move for me as I’ve never been sure how to pronounce Tori’s last name in a non-sleeping state.)
This dream, like the first one mentioned, would have come just prior to my waking up. For the record, I think I am merely 50% older than Radioactive Girl.
My apologies go out to both women.
I sticking my neck out here and wondering if the Monster Jam post isn’t some sort of “oh shit I need to hide that last post” thing?
No … I’m just way behind on my posting and was trying to catch up.
You didn’t dream about me? Seriously?
You’ve seen videos of me (fully clothed) and heard my voice … and yet, no dreams? I’m beginning to take this personally.