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I would like to ask you people to stop invading my dreams...

Posted by maemidwest at 10/27/2002 5:59:12 PM, comments

Submitted by Mae at 10/27/2002 6:01:32 PM

... I keep having blogger dreams. Every night, the Bloggers appear and things get really screwy. The other night, I see Leesa and Vince in Soulard and when I passed them, I began screaming at Vince, "YOu are white trash! You are a redneck! You are a hoosier!" I don't know why, because Vince is none of those things. Well, Leesa walked over to me and told me I wasn't being very nice and perhaps I should get therapy for my anger issues.

Submitted by Mae at 10/27/2002 6:03:34 PM

After that, Ko began showing up in my dreams. For the past week, Ko and I have done things like estate planning, car purchasing, house hunting, and talking about retirement plans. It's like I am married to Ko when I sleep. Ko is a very pleasant man to be married to. He doesn't argue, he doesn't get angry. He has great ideas about saving plans. And no one drafts a better will.

Submitted by Mae at 10/27/2002 6:06:51 PM

And finally, I woke up from another Ko dream last night. We were installing a new sprinkler system in the front yard. Ko didn't think our lawn was greening up fast enough, even tho he had used plenty of fertilizer in the spring. We were standing on the front lawn and I turned to him and said, "Ko, Matt wants to be my husband again, is that ok? It's been fun, thanks for planning out my will. But you have to go home now." That is when Angeline and Vince came walking up to the house. Angeline said, "Come on, we are late for our plane." We said bye to Ko, who looked thrilled to be dismissed. The next thing I knew, the three of us were at an apartment complex, wearing hard hats. I turned to Angeline and said, "This is not my idea of a vacation." She said, "Oh be charitable for once. This is habitat for humanity." Vince shrugged and drank beer. Continued...

Submitted by Mae at 10/27/2002 6:10:09 PM

There was a supervisor who asked us to walk through the apartments and tell him what could be done to improve things. Vince, Angeline, the supervisor and I floated up to the top floor of the building. I said, "Well for starters, you need garages, who wants to park outside and walk up three flights of stairs? And look at this dump! Where's the dishwashers, where's the bubble jet tubs? Where's the wet bars? Come on, you won't be able to charge much rent without those luxuries." Vince said, "You are such a bitch, this is charity housing." And Angeline said, "Yeah Mae, I am sorry I invited you here!" And I said, "Excuse me, but I used to work in the apartment industry and I know what I'm talking about." Then I fell down a flight of stairs and woke up.

Submitted by Leesa at 10/27/2002 7:18:14 PM

HAHAHAHAHA!! Oh my Gawwwd! I have hiccups now! Woman, a therapist would have a field day with this material, you know that? Me as the therapist type in your dream is hilarious in itself, but Ko doing estate planning and will writing beats them all! I can definitely picture Vince shrugging and drinking beer, though, especially if you switched it to tequila.

Submitted by maemidwest at 10/27/2002 8:03:16 PM

I am glad you are entertained by my dreams. I am so tired of having them, because I wake up and am exhausted. BLogger dreams make me have to use the bathroom. So I get up and realize it's 3am and I have only been asleep a short time. I tell the bloggers in my brain to please go to sleep as well, because we all need our rest. I forgot to mention I have also dreamed about Drew. Drew came over and sat in our living room. I asked if he wanted a drink. He said no and opened a book and began reading. I stood there, not knowing what to do. He looked up and said, "I'm fine, just go about your day as you normally do." I said, "I am going to watch TV in the other room. Do you want to watch TV with me?" Drew said that no, he would rather just sit and read. After that, the dream ended and I was able to sleep.

Submitted by asoon at 10/27/2002 11:15:55 PM

*wipe tears off* I was about to die laughing.

Submitted by drew at 10/28/2002 12:21:09 AM

Yeah, I'm totally into reading.

Submitted by maemidwest at 10/28/2002 1:06:44 AM

Drew, you are welcome in my dreams any time, because you let me sleep.

Submitted by drew at 10/28/2002 9:13:29 AM

I'm very cordial that way.

Submitted by Mae at 10/28/2002 1:25:22 PM

Last night, I dreamed I was sitting alone on my front porch and anxiously looking for a Blogger or two to come over and bother me. No one showed up. So I went to Alanis Morisette's birthday party.

Submitted by kofuzi at 10/28/2002 1:58:32 PM

that was rather embarassing. except for the fact that i never had a dream like that as far as i can remember.

Submitted by Christy at 10/28/2002 1:58:47 PM

Wasn't it your husband, Mae, that said he doesn't remember his dreams? I think you're getting his share, is why.

Submitted by Mae at 10/28/2002 2:02:15 PM

He speaks geek in his sleep. I will wake up to him rambling on about python and zope and blah blah blah stuff I don't understand. When that happens, I whisper to him, "Honey, can you change the subject?" And he will go, "Huh?" and then shake his head and ramble on about Linux. Kind of like in real life.

Submitted by Christy at 10/28/2002 2:04:52 PM

The POB utters nonsense in his sleep--all the words are really words and the sentences have normal inflection, but the words together in the sentences don't make sense. Kind of like in real life

Submitted by drew at 10/28/2002 2:05:26 PM

I had a dream the other night that I was driving a really expensive car and I was coming up to this bridge and coming the other way was one of those old style busses that ran along a wire above the street. Anyway, the bus flipped on it's side all of a sudden and was sliding towards me. I veered off the road just before I came to the bridge and watched bus slide past. That's all I remember.

Submitted by sam at 10/28/2002 6:22:12 PM

I think i speak in different languages while I sleep. The other day I had a dream about a giant arboretum with an upper level. It was a giant dome, and up in the top of the dome lived a man. He lived there because all the pollen and nectar vapors would float up to the top, and it was intoxicating, so we breathed deep of the vapors, and it was very electrifying, and we stumbled around in a drunken pollen-induced daze making love to plants. It was strange, but pleasant. The pollen smelled good....

Submitted by drew at 10/28/2002 10:05:13 PM

I had a dream once that was entirely in french. This was after four years of high school french class.

Submitted by rev_matt at 10/29/2002 6:58:11 AM

I had a dream last night that we all worked for Bloghorn. Ben is very cool, but he's kind of OCD about how you fill out your time card.

Submitted by kofuzi at 10/29/2002 7:24:16 AM

and those damn tps reports. ben just would not shut up about filling out our tps reports. what the hell was that all about.

Submitted by drew at 10/29/2002 9:42:50 AM

I'm still trying to figure out what the fuck PC Lode Letter means.

Submitted by kofuzi at 10/29/2002 9:55:24 AM

Submitted by Dreamy Mae at 10/29/2002 12:32:04 PM

Last night I dreamed about Don. We were at a dance club with Betty and Wilma from the Flinstones. They were cartoons. We treated them like real people. They did not appreciate that, and stormed off. We chased them to a bowling alley where they ran into a lane and got smashed by a ball.