Now that i’m blogging pretty regularly, i’ve stopped having those dreams. Of course, i haven’t been having my flying dreams either. The dream i had last night involved a ferret doing deathly combat with the gopher from Caddyshack while i tried to stay out of their way. Also, someone kidnapped God. That wasn’t really too important, though. I think i found him towards the end.
I dreamt that i got mad referrals and mentions on other sites after slamming Eminem’s performance on SNL last night. Honestly i thought he was okay, but both the performances were lacking something. “Stan” went over well with Dido there to help out, but it comes off much more trance-like on the album. And “Real Slim Shady” just felt like it totally lacked energy. Usually i’m pretty impressed with Eminem when he performs live because he raps much better out of the studio, but last night left me nonplussed.
In the “i dream about my life” category: just before i woke up today i dreamt that i was writing a new post. It was about some frank sexual topic that wasn’t the least bit risqué, but i had to use some sexual terms to get my point across. While nearing the end of writing the post it occured to me that if i used the terms frequently enough i might be able to increase my hit-count, since people would think my site was dirty. I was very satisfied when i clicked the post button.
But i wouldn’t ever dream of doing that, would i?