Thursday, June 29, 2006

Dear Diary,

No one else wants to hear about my nightmares, so I'll tell you. As you know, Joe, I have no desire to meet other bloggers. So, naturally, last night I had a dream about meeting two of them. *shudder*.

In my nightmare I met Janelle and Neel. I forget how it started. I remember there there was a lot of beeping, but it was a weird beeping, the kind that felt grainy. Anyway, the next thing I knew, Janelle and Neel were speeding towards me at incredible speeds. Somehow they had escaped from deep within the bowels of the suburbs, and were racing across the bridge towards my neighborhood, my very own fog-enshrouded lair of solitude.

I suppose if I did have to meet a couple bloggers in real life, Janelle and Neel wouldn't be bad choices. Janelle writes a great slice-of-life blog making me not only feel like I'm getting to know her, but also that she'd be a great person to know. Neel, meanwhile, writes a smooth and polished blog, mixing reviews, fiction, and a little slice-of-life, with that make-it-look-easy writing style of his. Really, two excellent blogs. Regardless, it was still a terribly frightening dream.

Anyway, in the nightmare I'm hanging out in my neighborhood restaurant, where I'm a big shot, when Janelle and Neel barge in and drag me to a table. They were very intimidating. Something didn't seem quite right about them though, as if they were both caricatures of their blogs.

Neel was smooth and unflappable. There was not a moment in the dream when he seemed awkward, uncomfortable, or inelegant. He was essentially the anti-Mike.

Janelle was sweet and glamorous, like she had just won the Blogger Pageant. She was essentially the anti-Mike.

(Man, a blogger pageant, that is a GREAT idea! It wouldn't have to be just about the swimsuit competition either. There could also be a 55-word contest, maybe a tickle fight, and a race to see who could link to me the most. Note to self: make this happen.)

The rest of the dream is a bit of blur. Although it was totally unrealistic, it was still really frightening. I recall constantly thinking, "Do they know this story already?" and then getting food stuck in my teeth. Classic nightmare scenarios. There was also a part where I was falling in my underwear, I think.

Anyway, it was a big relief to wake up this morning safe in my wittle bed. I clutched at my pillow for a few minutes before getting up.

Even now, many hours later, I'm still creeped out by the dream. I keep looking in the closet and under my bed to make sure that there aren't any more bloggers around. *shudder*.

7 comments:

Janelle Renee said...

I had a similar dream, and I'm writing a post about it, too. Crazy!

P.S.
You didn't check your basement. Boo! I mean, Beepf!

Mike said...

jr, I don't even have a basement. Hah! It's spooky you had the same dream though.

The Tart said...

Drama Queen!

Pat on the head & a smooch,
The Tart
; )

P.s. I hear Willie/Rrraome is coming to your town. Look out, another night of dinner & dancing with JR. More sweet dreams to come. ; )

The Tart said...

Drama Queen!

Pat on the head & a smooch,
The Tart
; )

P.s. I hear Willie/Rrraome is coming to your town. Look out, another night of dinner & dancing with JR. More sweet dreams to come. ; )

Miss Misse said...

I had a dream that some people from around my neighborhood started reading my blog, and that I had posted some negative stuff about them, it got around and people stopped saying hi to me. I had that dream when I first started blogging. It was weird.

Rrramone said...

I'm so very frightened.

Of everything.

Back under the bed.

Mike said...

Tart, you can tell that Rrrramone guy that meeting bloggers in dreams is scary enough.

Miss Misse, screw your neighbors. You play the drums! You are cooler than them.

Rrramone, that had better be YOUR bed.