Lingering ice floes drift casually down the Muskoka River, soaking up spring sunshine, enjoying their last ride.
LAST NIGHT I had a dream.
I dreamt that the world discovered my blog and thousands of people were hitting it, one after another.
The ticker tape machine attached to my computer was pumping out a steady stream of names and comments from people who stopped by and said wonderful things about my incredible writing talent.
In the subway was a billboard with a picture of me as a 20-year-old on it proclaiming my blog BEST BLOG OF THE YEAR, with little stars all around the words.
When I woke up, I felt like it was Christmas morning.
I had a smile on my face.
I made coffee and then turned on the computer.
I whistled a bit.
I clicked on this space, expecting something glorious, only to see there was nothing new.
In fact, only one of my regular blogging friends had bothered to stop by and leave a comment.
My smile faded.
It was as if Santa had left a lump of coal in my stocking.
Do you know what it's like to have a dream so real that you wake up with a smile? Or a scream? Or desperate, desolate tear-drenched grief?
I know you know.
There is a fine line between wakefulness and the deep slumber of the twisted, inner soul.
And all I can say is this: thank god for Folger's.
Was your computer like a Telex machine?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo of the river by the way. Nice to see water again.
I wish I could remember my dreams!
ReplyDeleteThere's plenty of time for those thousands of people to find your blog! :)
And when they do, make sure you have plenty of coffee to share.
Nice dream at least! Last night I dreamt that twitter kept giving me pages of other people's private messages and none of my own. I woke up cranky.
ReplyDeleteYou have a beautiful blog and one day thousands will notice. :)
Ah, the eternal dream: fame and fortune, or flying...I forget :-)
ReplyDeleteOh, I sounded like I was whining, didn't I? I didn't want to whine.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, I am already thrilled and overwhelmed by the number of people who visit here! Couldn't wish for more!
I guess what I was trying to say is my dreams are so realistic that, when I wake up, I often have trouble figuring out if it was a dream or if it really happened.
I even think that in the middle of a dream sometimes.
Laura: you really dreamed about Twitter?? hahah... I don't know what's worse, blog dreams or Twitter dreams.
Jenn: all of the above. Scary dreams, those flying ones.
Marisa: I've got lots of coffee in the cupboard. Come on by and I'll put on a fresh pot.
Deb: YES, it was EXACTLY like a Telex machine!
Mark: Do you often dream of millions under your pillow? Funny, I never have that one... I wish I did...
Girl, you need to get you some good coffee. Grind your beans fresh in the AM. Forget Folgers!
ReplyDeleteBuild it and they will come. Soon you'll be running us all off with a broom so you can get some rest!
ReplyDeleteBesides, if you keep posting beautiful photographs like that one up there, you're gonna need a security team up in this joint. ;-)