I had a dream

I had a dream that last night I was blogging about this fantastic book I’m reading. I could feel the adrenaline being distributed through my arteries as I poured myself into the post. The message behind the book. My interpretations. Relating to my own life.

It was so real that I came to work this morning fully expecting to find a draft there, waiting for me to hit the ‘Publish’ button.

But it wasn’t.

It was all a dream.

I dreamed about blogging.

How antisocial is that? Blogging? Not floating above an audience as usual or solving some randomly nonsensical relationship problem. Blogging. Hunched over a computer, sprawled on my bed, typing so fast that my arms could barely support my upper body and sweating in anticipation of getting all my thoughts out before they disappeared into an abyss.

Damn.

I can’t wait.