I’m a prolific dreamer.
Literally.
I can scatter my family members from the breakfast table with the simple utterance of “Whoa…just remembered my weird dream last night…” Their main complaint is that my dreams are rambling, epic and nonsensical.
I’ve been under the weather recently so my dreams have been a little more off the wall. Yesterday afternoon I dreamt my parents had coloured the dog bright blue and turned him into a novelty pet that people could have photos taken of at weddings…
However, last night I found myself dreaming about my blog. Actually, not so much my blog but blogs of people I like and follow and who I think you would like too.
There were some crazy shenanigans going on between Naomi Dunford, Brian Clark and Sonia Simone. I can’t remember the specifics (This is why my family hate my dreams). But I remember there was some kind of blogging excitement happening. Naomi had written something that Brian thought was controversial but awesome nonetheless and Sonia was in the middle trying to mediate and suggest how to put it altogether in a fantastic series of email newsletters… I also seem to think that Johnny Truant was hanging round in the background making wry quips and holding a novelty chicken…
But hazy feverish dreams aside, I woke up and thought to myself that this had in fact happened and I couldn’t wait to blog about it the next day. So I grabbed the pen and paper by my bed and that’s when I realised that it was just a dream and there wasn’t any controversial “news just in” blogging events…except perhaps the part about the novelty chicken.
In conclusion, I’ve been reading a lot about these guys of late and getting inspired, and now they’re in my dreams.
So, considering they’re competing with feverish visions of bright blue dogs, they must have made quite an impression on me.
If you’re interested in blogging, launching your own online business or marketing for genuine non-slimy people I recommend you check them out.
Basically, as the country song goes… I’m sending you the bloggers that I dream of, so darling you can dream of them too…
And as a side note, I can only imagine that the BeeGees have never had the flu because, Brothers Gibb, a Night Fever is no way as much fun as you describe.
LOL at the post and the comments as well.
And I tend to dream like this as well. I have lots of weird dreams.
I seem to remember I was having a very feverish time… 🙂 Dreams are great though aren’t they?
From now on I’m only referring to Johnny as McCluckin.
Also, why am *I* always the one who gets blamed for the monkey thing? None of you were complaining THEN.
I think the way the comments on this post have turned out is proof that narcissism is alive and well in the blogosphere.
I thought Johnny had Naomi saying, “I’m going to eat this money with a fork.” Which I think she may, in fact, have said.
Well, there was a degree of focus to your words…
It’s just that you were making the chicken talk on your behalf and would only answer to “McCluckin…”
“Don’t put the mind control feature in the next Thesis version,” I said. “Oh, they’ll never even know,” Brian said. “Yeah, chill out, Johnny,” Sonia said. “I’m going to eat this monkey with a fork,” Naomi said.
I wasn’t just making wry quips, by the way. I was strategizing.
Ahh, see, even in my vague and blurry dreams you guys don’t disappoint.
Unlike my parent’s dog; he remains brown…
Pick a post, any post. 😉
Even with that vague description, I can pretty safely assure you that what you dreamed has indeed happened on at least four separate occasions.
Seriously. Johnny with the chicken. ALWAYS. Like, get another prop, dude.