I used to think that blogs were going to be the next linguistic evolution. Syntax, semantics, and morphology were being reinvented into a new form of story telling that would one day . . .
And now we're just reduced to telling each other our dreams. In writing about her own dream The Dooce, wrote, I know that this is no way to start a story because no one likes to read about other people’s dreams. Check out PrettySarah, Nurse Ratched and even Mimi Smartypants, who all followed within a week.
And here's mine:
I was listening to a radio broadcast of the BBC and they were doing a story on the American plan to build a fence to keep out the illegals. I immediately fell into a dream where Mattenstien and I were standing at the fence talking. A Mexican man comes to his side of the fence and starts speaking to me in Spanish.
Me: I don't speak Spanish, what does he want?
Mattenstein: He says his frisbee went over the fence and will you throw it back for him.
Me: Um, sure.
I pick up his green 141G and throw a perfect arc back over the fence. Then I wake up laughing.
Go in Peace