Perchance to Dream of Other People's Blogs

I have never had much shame when it comes to admitting that I dream frequently and in living color. I will tell someone I've known for less than two days that I dreamt about them the night before. I will tell anyone who will listen about desperate flights from flesh-eating monsters.

It is a vice.

But it is my vice. And since this is my blog and you can click your back button at any time, I am going to tell you that since I started blogging, I dream about other people's blogs. Their blogs. I think this is strange.

Abba Gav is a very interesting blog. I don't know the occupation of the gentleman who authors this blog, but it must be sweet because he writes lengthy posts, primarily about things I know nothing about. (The only thing worse than my geography is my Middle Eastern politics, which is saying something. I once argued the location of Africa with a Spaniard.)

This is what I know from reading his blog: Hamas: bad. Israel: Good. Which is why I read his blog. (Actually I read his blog for his human interest stories. I am far enough behind in my Middle Eastern politics that his posts are sometimes overwhelming.)

Two nights ago I dreamt about Hamas. Or rather, I dreamt about the photos on Abba Gav's blog, which came to life.

I have also had anxiety dreams about comments I have posted on other people's blogs. Was I too harsh? Was I clever enough? What if I inadvertently typed "they're" when I meant "their?" Why don't bloggers post all their comments?

This is stupid.

The only thing more stupid is that I told you. Unless of course it's the fact that you are still reading.