Who? Friday night it was the writer of Wafelenbak. In the dream I was out with a friend and they said something similar to, “Was it Carol Jones?” and I replied with, “No, it was Wafelenbak.” Except I used the person’s given name.
Why? Wabelenbak and I went to the same college, though many years apart (I’m far older). We’ve never met. Friday afternoon the quarterly college news publication arrived in my mailbox.
Who? Saturday night it was Dave. Again. I was in his den, he was there, and I noticed he one of those Billy Bass singing fish on his wall.
Why? I got another box of stuff from the ex-spousal-unit’s crawlspace. In it are several shirts from years gone by. At one point, a good long while ago, Dave left a comment on my blog about classic T-shirts.
Those are the only explanations I can come up with. A piece of mail and a comment about shirts.
What Else? New York City Watchdog recently posted about how bloggers don’t link to each other as much as they used to. His post was more about someone writing a post and then someone else writing about the topic with additional views (and crediting the first blogger). I know, this this isn’t about that at all. But, it’s the weekend, whattayawant? It’s still linking. (I’m thinking NYCWD dreams about Poppy most often.)
Billy Bass… seriously?!? Dream… or nightmare?
While I’m sheepish in my asking I’m not deterred to inquire..nycwd?
Dave: It’s weirder than that. It was a Billy Bass I’d mailed to you for some reason.
Softy: New York City Watchdog. (Sometimes I’m a little too free with my shorthand.)
I actually don’t dream so much about Poppy now that she’s in my bed. Or maybe I do… and I just don’t realize I’m dreaming.
Honestly… lately… it’s been a Drobo. For some reason that box is on my brain.
A Drobo… I had to Google it but I’ve got to admit it’s a nice looking piece of hardware.