Yep I really am this weird

Is there something wrong when I dream of blogging about dreaming and then of course blog about dreaming about blogging about dreaming?

Huh?

Read it again, outloud and you should understand it.

Yep people blogging has now entered my dreams. It really doesn’t take much to enter my dreams because when I am asleep I am some kind of idiot savant motion picture, novelette, and sitcom writer. My dreams tend to be either a week long mini-series event or a long and drawn out major movie. I even have the recurring characters and story lines of a sitcom. I am a super dreamer. In fact if I could some how figure out how to record my dreams I’m pretty sure I would be in Hollywood right now.

So back to my dream last night about blogging about dreaming. This wasn’t my initial dream last night. See I have multiple story lines in any given night but this was my final dream, a short sitcom of a dream to round out the multi-plex worth of flicks playing in my subconscious.

In my dream I’m typing out my blog on dreaming at my computer at work (just as I am doing now). Maybe I’m a prophetic dreamer (hmmm, let’s see have I dreamed about my family bowing down to me anytime lately? Nope, darn. Oh well.)

The following is what I remember from my post in my dream.

Dream Doctor

Dr. Somebody (in one of those foreign accents that you can never place but is obviously foreign): So tell mee about your dreamz?

Me: Well, I seem to have the really vivid dreams. The stories are so real. In fact I’ve woken up laughing or crying or smiling before because of something that has happened in my dream. In fact I’ve been mad at people in real life because of what they did to me in a dream. Is that weird?

Dr.: Hmmmm, intreeeesting. Tell mee more.

Me: Well I also have this recurring theme-dream. Sometimes I’m back in college and remember that I’ve not gone to this one class all semester and then show up on a major test day completely unprepared. But I can’t even find the class, so I’m running around campus (it’s always a different campus) trying to find my class so I can take my test that I’m not prepared for but I can’t find it and I keep walking into classes and sitting down only to figure out it isn’t my class.

Or last night (note: the following is actually the dream I had before the dream about blogging about the dream – so I dreamed about blogging about a dream that involved a dream that I had just dreamed all in the same dream – I know I’m weird) I dreamed that I was staying in a hotel but didn’t know my room number so I went to every door in the hotel trying my stupid key card until I found my room, and then it wasn’t even my room, it was someone else’s room but I didn’t figure that out until they came in during the middle of the night and tried to get in the bed I was sleeping in and I screamed and they yelled at me for being in their room and they kicked me out and I was left stuck in the hall in my pajamas with no room and no place to go and knowing that somewhere in that hotel was my room and my stuff but I couldn’t find it.



And then I woke up and thought, I have to blog about this.

So what does it mean when you dream about blogging about dreaming and then actually blog about it?



So you may be asking yourself what is the point of this story?

Abso-freakin-lutely nothing. :)