Weird Dreams

Ok. This is a weird thing to confess, but here goes. I had a dream about someone due to their blog.

I’ve had odd dreams before, involving people I know but have never met. This, surprisingly, is not new to me. I’ve been talking to a number of folks online for years now, mostly through forums and IM conversations. I’ve had the good fortune to meet some of them (WH Visit and Twelvestone Chicago Boozification), but many I just communicate with through text on a screen.

I’ve known a lot of these folks, some for years and years. And have just never physically met them, in person.

And, yes, I’ve had dreams about these folks on occasion. Kinda weird, but it makes sense. I’ve seen their photos, and I know their “voices”, their thoughts and opinions, their triumphs and tragedies. I dream about my friends – and so, in turn, I dream about my online friends as well.

But those rare instances are for people I talk to, or interact with, in one way or another. Forum folks, who share links and stories online. We hang out on a forum, and we communicate through its pages.

A few weeks back, the dream I had was of someone who I never met, and don’t even really talk to at all. It was a little unsettling.

The blog in question here is the blog of Rachelle Bowden. A long time ago, I came across her site randomly, and I’ve been hooked on it ever since. Out of all the blogs I frequent – she’s the one who does a remarkably consitent job with updating. I think that she might, in fact, update every single day.

This was what the dream was about. In it, I was talking with her, and wanted to know what it was like for her to try to update daily. Was it difficult? How did she find the time? What did her friends think about it? Why the desire/need to update daily? A lot of the questions where ones that I always wanted to ask someone else – but she’s the only other person, hers the only other blog I know of that really seems vigilent about frequent updates.

Weird, weird, weird. I blame it in part to reading a mention of blog/dreams on another site I frequent – dooce.com.

Though I’ve dreamed of Internet folks before, dreaming about someone who I don’t really know (and yet know a ton of details about) feels weird to me. I’ve been a voyeur into her life for a good while now, and sometimes it creeps ME out just a little.

Dreaming about bloggers. Weird.