Blogger Dreams
Two nights in a row I had crazy dreams about bloggers. Luckily last night didn’t feature yet another one.
The first night is was Charles Hill, staying in a camper on a lake in our area (except it looked like Vermont). We stopped to visit, driving along, worried about finding him, only to come across a huge glowing sign at the driveway that said “Chez Charles.” The camper was on a slope, right next to the water, attached to someone’s house for utilities. Off the side of the camper was a metal awning made of slats that could be opened and closed electronically. While we were sitting and talking, he kept opening and closing them, almost like a nervous tick, apparently in time with Deb’s snoring.
The second night it was Rosa Say. I went to a computer show, where the price had gone down and it was only $3 to get in, which led me to talk about the kid at the admission table - probably about 12 - about marketing and the slump in people attending these things, and whether the table fees from the vendors were enough to make them money even with the lower admission.
Instead of the traditional open tables, the show was in what looked like a large gymnasium, and each vendor was in an office style cubicle. I walked along the wall, turned the corner, and in a tiny corner cubicle was Rosa Say, with a “leadership coaching” sign up. She was wearing a telephone headset, and had her head down on a desk-like surface, asleep. She woke when I approached, but looked harried, weary and disappointed. Apparently there was a decided lack of traffic.
I wondered at her being at a computer show with a non-computer offering, but knew sometimes there were such things. That made me think that the show organizers might do well to start making it more of a general flea market. The initial conversation went something like:
“Rosa Say! I’m Jay Solo.”
“Who?”
“Accidental verbosity dot com?”
*Blank look*
“I run Carnival of the Capitalists.”
“Oh!” *gets animated*
Then we talked until I woke up, but I can’t remember what it was about.
Strangely enough, the blogger dreams are tame compared to some I have been having lately. I can’t remember enough detail to be useful, but I’ve been to the future, in space, on espionage missions, and all kinds of crazy stuff. Who needs movies when all I have to do is sleep and watch the show.
Egads! This week I had a dream that included Ellison, Acidman and the Chai-Rista. Is there something in the water these days?
Posted by Omnibus Driver on 12/15 at 03:03 PMAloha Jay, well, it is wonderful to know I’ve made some kind of impression on you some way somehow to be in your dream!
Me at a computer show? Tried that once actually, not as a vendor, but in your role as that person walking the aisles, and I think I probably just annoyed everyone with my very elementary questions.
I can guarantee you that the day we meet in person it will be nothing like your dream! Maybe it was just to help you brace yourself for the unexpected of what the real thing will be like … hmmm, a promise to keep
A hui hou (until then!), Rosa
Posted by Rosa Say on 12/15 at 05:07 PMMixing better drinks, are we?
Posted by CGHill on 12/15 at 09:09 PMI came over here from CGHill’s place to see what the excitement was all about. Don’t know how I’ve missed you before, but will definitely be back for more abuse…
Y’all come on down to nobodyasked when ya got nothing’ better to do…
And from the description of those dreams, better check your doctor and get the dosage of your medication adjusted…
Posted by Winston on 12/16 at 08:07 AMThat’s too funny because that night I also dreamt about blogs
Posted by Kristine on 12/16 at 09:51 PM
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