The Blogging Dream

I have a confession. Last night it finally happened.

Last night I dreamed about this blog.

I was having trouble with my wireless network and I wanted to publish a post. I skulked around with the laptop trying to find a signal in various parts of the house, but it was no use.

I went and got my old modem and plugged that into the phone line, but that didn’t work either, so I hooked the wireless one back in and resolved to publish when I got to work.

But as I plugged the line back in, the phone rang. I mean really rang, in real life like ten seconds after I reconnected the modem in my dream. I opened my eyes and the clock by the side of my bed said 3:10AM.

The phone rang two and a half times before the other person hung up.

Puzzled and perturbed, I went downstairs to check my mobile in case someone was trying to get in touch with me urgently in the middle of the night. I thought I may have left my phone on silent, as I have been known to do. Nothing on my mobile – no missed calls, no waiting voice message or texts.

It’s the first time I have dreamed about this site, but it doesn’t worry me at all. Another part of the dream was that everyone at my work had found my blog. At the same time. But I was OK with that. A few years ago I wouldn’t have been, but now a bunch of colleague have Facebook pages and it just seems that blogs are real life, rather than a virtual imitation of it. Which it never was, by the way, it just seemed like that once.

Blogging is just writing, expression. It’s live. Blogging is to the written word what punk was to music. Books might seem distant, like the movies, but blogging… Blogging is theater.

It’s live and this, right now, is happening.

Anyway, so I went back to sleep and started dreaming again.

In my dream I sat at my computer, went to my blog, and wrote these words.

I have a confession. Last night it finally happened.

No, only joking about the last bit. But what an ending, eh?