Crazy dream
Last night I dreamed that a man contacted me for a job interview to wait tables at a golf course. Hubby said, "Oh, that's how you make the best tips." So I went to the interview and the first thing he asked me to do was step into the photo room. I sat down on a bed and then he cuddled up next to me and some stuffy photographer took our picture. "When is the interview?" I asked. "Now," he said. So he asked me questions like:
"So you like the Gap underwear, the low waisted ones?"
"Um, yeah, I guess."
"And the batgirl costume. You gonna do that this year?"
"Maybe."
"Your son really likes that red motorcycle, huh?"
"Yes.... what about the job?"
Then he wrapped up the interview. I walked back to my car and realized he was following me.
The next week he called me again to ask more odd questions. I realized all the questions had one thing in common: they had to do with my blog.
Then I asked, what was the name of your restaurant again? He told me, I googled it, and it did not exist.
Think this has anything to do with my deep-seated fear of one of my daycare parents discovering this private, quaint little blog?
Last night I dreamed that a man contacted me for a job interview to wait tables at a golf course. Hubby said, "Oh, that's how you make the best tips." So I went to the interview and the first thing he asked me to do was step into the photo room. I sat down on a bed and then he cuddled up next to me and some stuffy photographer took our picture. "When is the interview?" I asked. "Now," he said. So he asked me questions like:
"So you like the Gap underwear, the low waisted ones?"
"Um, yeah, I guess."
"And the batgirl costume. You gonna do that this year?"
"Maybe."
"Your son really likes that red motorcycle, huh?"
"Yes.... what about the job?"
Then he wrapped up the interview. I walked back to my car and realized he was following me.
The next week he called me again to ask more odd questions. I realized all the questions had one thing in common: they had to do with my blog.
Then I asked, what was the name of your restaurant again? He told me, I googled it, and it did not exist.
Think this has anything to do with my deep-seated fear of one of my daycare parents discovering this private, quaint little blog?
posted by Andrea at 6:32 AM
9 Comments:
LOL. I have strange dreams about my blog too. The other day I had a dream that one of the blogs I read who never comes back and comments on mine- actually commented and I was so happy! But when I woke up I was so disappointed when I checked LOL. I'm a dork.
You know you've crossed over to being a committed blogger when you start having dreams about blogging.
Oooooh. That dream is kinda creepy. It is amazing how blogging takes over your life. LOL.
I've dreamt about blogging, too, but usually in fear over what to post next, and I imagine a huge crowd in the shape of the U.S. all pointing fingers and laughing at me while I stand on the tip of the Florida Peninsula. Then I hear Adam Sandler's "They're All Gonna Laugh At You!" skit on repeat in my head. I woke up sweating.
Please don't laugh at me. I don't take it well.
Andrea (http://littlebalddoctors.wordpress.com)
I had a dream about someone calling me and asking me questions related to my blog the other night.
My dream wasn't quite as creepy as yours, though!
Ha! Nothing messes with our heads, like our own minds. Did that make sense?
Lisa
Eeek. That is quite a dream!
I know. The thought occurred to me that this makes me a "committed" blogger. It is just so hard because I need to vent, and venting in a spiral notebook is not that much fun. Thanks for listening. :)
*lol* Craziness!
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