Most people who know me have been regaled by accounts of my crazy dreams at least once. For pretty much as long as I can remember, I've always had incredibly vivid, detailed, interesting dreams. Not always in a good way, but usually something memorable.
Last night I had a dream directly influenced by Blogger.
You'll have to forgive me on the fuzzy details, but...
There I am, approaching a generic shopping mall at night. The mall is closed, obviously, but for some reason I have to get inside, because I have a meeting. Also, I have a baby in one of those snuggly things (I don't have a baby in real life), and I'm carrying a picnic basket.
I go through some shenanigans getting inside, and then I'm all running through the empty store (like Dawn of the Dead without the zombies) until I finally get on the uppermost floor and find a roof entrance...
And....guess who's there? Waiting for me?
Simon and Sarahjayne! And some other faceless, nameless person who doesn't matter.
We are having a picnic. So we all open up our picnic baskets on this patio table conveniently set out on the roof of this mall, and what a spread! Watermelon, grapes, cheese ball, and several varieties of alcohol (of course). We sit around shooting the shit, eating, and Simon plays with my imaginary baby, who is a boy.
Then something happens--maybe security is coming--and we have to escape! For some reason, this escape involves various ninja-esque moves, and at one point I had to hand the baby over to SJ in order to slide down this complicated rail on my feet. Far too dangerous for a baby, obviously.
Then we make a new picnic on the ground.
Is this a sign that I've been on Blogger too much lately?
Also, I finished the painting yesterday: