As I woke up this morning I realized that instead of dreaming I had been blogging...in my sleep. All I remember is looking at another one of kactiguy's great sketches, which for some reason compelled me to write a cheeky comment about how sleeping under the stars is overrated. What woke me up was the startling realization that I was using italics in my blog--in real life I don't know how to italicize in blogwrit.
Anyhow, I'm wondering if blogging in my sleep isn't a sign I may be spending too much time in blogworld. (The last time I remember trying to do something real in my sleep was when I was working two full-time jobs. I was a hoe-r by day and I worked in a pizza joint by night. Pulling weeds in one's sleep actually sends one into a deeper sleep, but frantically trying to take a pizza order in one's pajamas is a little disconcerting.) I guess one can only put off doing yesterday's dishes so long before they become last week's dishes. It would be tragic to get so busy blogging I pull a Rip Van Winkle (or Wrinkle, as Lorien aptly put it) thing and didn't return from the land of blog till after my children were grown and retirement was looming. Although there are days when that would be quite tempting...
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I haven't started blogging in my dreams yet, but I must admit that I, too, am quite hooked on this whole blog world. I love reading what other people write.
My worst two recurring nightmares: the first one is that I'm back in high school, it's test time at the end of a semester, I haven't been to one or any of my classes all semester long, I can't remember where my classes are, and I can't get to my schedule because it's in my locker, the combination of which I have forgotten. The second one is similar, except that I'm at BYU and have somehow forgotten to go to one of my classes.
These dreams always surprise and unnerve me because 1. I loved school most of the time and 2. I would never have forgotten to go to class. I was such a good girl...I wonder what happened??? At least I was never a hoe-r. (I'm still smirking about that--good one Dalene!)
There have been nights where I spent a few hours blogging, and then when I knelt down to pray before bed I find myself addressing my maker as if I were composing a blog. Sad...and probably sacriligious! Do you think God blogs? Should I just blog to Him instead of praying?? Sadly, I'd probably put a lot more time into it (and spellcheck EVERYTHING!)
Julie, we must be long lost twins--I have that exact same dream/nightmare--it's finals week and I realize I was scheduled to take a class I never went to, can't find my locker, my schedule or my classes!!!
I guess that's why you couldn't pay me to go back to college (I guess that's why I teach it--no more finals, at least on the student side!!)
Hey Julie--I just clicked your name and found myself at Pottymouth Mom, the very blog I was reading the other day and commented on the Poop blog!! Wow, love this blogging world! I feel like Hansel and Gretel sometimes like I need to leave a trail of breadcrumbs to find my way back to some of the great blogs I find (I guess I could just use my history button--but that's too easy right?)
Compulsive writer, I definitely should leave a comment for YOU, not just the other people commenting on your great blog! I loved your blog on waking up the kiddos--heaven help me when my 3 girls are teenagers! I'm sure they'll be up at the break of dawn to get ready!!
p.s. the dishes can surely wait!
Sorry--I noticed a glaring typo...do overs!
Julie, I have to tell you on the first day of school Zack (my son who's a freshman) spent half an hour in Computer Tech before he realized he should be elsewhere. Then he spent another half hour at the counseling office trying to get his correct schedule. Fortunately for him by the time he got to Algebra II--an hour late--the teacher was stumping the class with a trick problem that Zack quickly saw through so I think he redeemed himself. (The sophomores in the class now hate him, however).
My school nightmares are twofold: One, I am taking a religion class from Steve Robinson and he accuses me of cheating. Although I am clearly not, I feel really guilty. The second is the same as yours, only it's always at BYU and it's usually a class from my major--English--which I loved. (Is it physically possible to read the unabridged Moby Dick and write a 20-page research paper on its symbolism overnight?) We need to find a good dream interpreter to figure that one out--it seems we can all relate.
Suzie Petunia, you make me laugh out loud. I feel much better now!
Wendysue, thanks for the new mantra, "the dishes can surely wait!"
Dalene, that's cool that Zach aced that algebra problem. Between the two of you, ya'll are people after my own heart. I loved math--and I used to be really good at it--but I, too, majored in English. Do you think it's possible to love both numbers and words? Kinda makes you say "hmmmmmm...."
Julie--I loved math too, and once earned an A for the entire semester of Algebra by solving an equation that took up the whole blackboard. I hate, however, balancing my checkbook. Go figure.
I too love math, but hate balancing the checkbook. But that's just because I don't like thinking about all the money I don't have.
I didn't have the forgot-to-go-to-class-all-semester-and-now-have-to-go-take-the-final-or-fail dream until after I graduated from college. Weird, huh? And when I was a teacher, I could tell when I needed to start preparing for the upcoming school year because I would have dreams of going to school naked, or in my underwear, or in a bikini (not even yellow, though, and without the fabulous tan body of my other dreams) and trying to teach class. Or I would be trying to teach a totally out-of-control class and nobody would listen to me...on the FIRST day of school (when student's normally don't even make a peep in class). Those were truly horrifying dreams where my feeling of being unprepared reared its ugly head. What was strange was when I had one of those dreams again a few weeks ago. I don't even teach anymore. Weird.
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