I had a bizarre dream last night about roaming the blogosphere. Instead of roaming on my computer, I was in what seemed like an automat... lots of little glass cases with doors on them... the cases held the talking heads of bloggers. Yeah, I know, that sounds a little creepy, but it wasn't. The heads weren't detached, but I'm not sure where the bodies were given the layout. Anyhow, you decided which blog you wanted to visit, you opened the little door and the person would start talking.
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Chips and hot salsa before bedtime isn't always a good idea.
Posted by: Bill Stankus | January 28, 2009 at 09:02 AM
Sounds like a swell buffet...
Nom nom nom.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 28, 2009 at 09:08 AM
Wow! That's one hell of a dream!
Posted by: von | January 28, 2009 at 11:53 AM
that is so genius. You're a genius in your sleep! you should be able to harness that somehow, for the good of humanity.
Posted by: Kathleen in Oakland | January 28, 2009 at 01:11 PM
That's funny. I had a dream that I was inside of an automat with other bloggers.
Posted by: Joe | January 28, 2009 at 01:11 PM
like a series of tubes?
Posted by: mdh | January 28, 2009 at 01:17 PM
I have fond youthful memories of the Horn & Hardart's Automat in downtown Philly. There was just something so appealing about all those little windows. And unlike steam-table joints nowadays you had real crockery plates. And you didn't have to talk to waitresses and waiters, which was great.
Posted by: Dan Leo | January 28, 2009 at 05:48 PM
Bill- I swear... no salsa and chips before bed...
ZMR- All brains were present and accounted for.
Von- It was. It was curious when I had it, but was creepy when I remembered (dismembered) it...
Kathleen- thank you for giving me permission to sleep 24/7!!! You'll have an easy labor for that.
Joe- you're a funny man. :) You know, I stopped by your window in my dream and opened the door, but you told me to move along... nothing to see here...
mdh- next thing you'll be telling me I've built a blog to nowhere...
Dan- Do you actually respond if a waitress/waiter speaks to you or do you just kind of grunt and grimace??
Posted by: Jennifer | January 28, 2009 at 06:08 PM
Ha -- actually I'm one of these genteel and polite customers, but I would still prefer it if I could just open one of those little glass doors and grab my own food.
Posted by: Dan Leo | January 28, 2009 at 06:43 PM
I actually kind of LIKE talking to waitrons....
All brains were present and accounted for.
except when you opened the Empire....
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 28, 2009 at 07:43 PM
I'd hate to be in a case with Rush Limbaugh.
Luckily, I don't has a blog!
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | January 28, 2009 at 09:10 PM
You dreamed just how I've been feeling: my blog has my head in clear-windowed little box along with millions of other jack-in-the-box bloggers. And last time I looked, sure enough my body was here, too, just stashed out of sight.
Posted by: Kathleen Maher | January 28, 2009 at 09:36 PM
I love your dreams :-)
See now that you have posted your picture... you get to see all of us too!!
Posted by: Miss Jane | January 28, 2009 at 10:17 PM
No no, it was me. I have built a blog to nowhere.
Posted by: mdh | January 29, 2009 at 10:30 PM
This dream clearly represents your desire to get a head in blogging.
Posted by: fish | January 30, 2009 at 06:27 PM
looks like futurama got into your brain - http://theinfosphere.org/Head_Museum - it's free on tuesdays, as well :)
Posted by: almostinfamous | January 31, 2009 at 08:16 AM