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Name::April_Mommy
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Tuesday, August 23, 2005
DreamsI rarely remember my dreams. Usually, it has to be about something important before I will remember more than tiny details about them. My husband remembers his most of the time, perhaps it comes from being a writer and all that creative mumbo jumbo that I could never aspire to.
All this said, you will now know why last night was so strange to me. I remembered my dream and it was about my blog! Perhaps it was because I was trying to think of something interesting to post about just before I went to bed or something, but it was strange... maybe someone out there in the blogosphere can come up with some sort of anilization of it that would make sense, but for me, it was just plain wierd.
Here goes... In the dream, someone who knows me and reads my blog regularly told the world my full identity (not that it is all that hidden, but hey thats why dreams are so wierd right?) Anyway, people who had been reading my blog were all worked up because I was always so selfish in my blog. As they put it, I only ever wrote about me, me, and me... so, they hired a hit man to come and kill me... I survived after being thrown, bound and gagged, off of a waterfall. I then vowed to my readers to be less self centered in the future if they would call off the hit man.
At this point, my daughter decided to climb into my bed which woke me up, so the dream ended. Strange dream... perhaps I am just spending too much time thinking about blog ideas, or perhaps I just had a wierd dream. I am just surprised that I remembered it at all.
