My name is GodfatherofGreenBay and I have a problem.  I am addicted to Xanga.  Actually I have another problem.  When I dream, sometimes my dreams are so vivid that I somehow believe that what I dream has actually transpired.  I also have the occasional dreams of the mundane events that will happen to me the next day. 
OK, I digress...what I want to talk about is my Xanga addiction and vivid dreaming. 
Friday night/Saturday morning, whenever I fell asleep, I had such a vivid dream that I just had to blog about it because I thought I dug up dirt about some of the famous Xanga bloggers.  I didn't stop to think that these people live nowhere near where I live however the dream was that vivid that I thought I had to blog.
I was sitting in my doctor's office waiting for an appointment which isn't anything new.  I have had health issues the last year and the doctors are stumped.  However the bloggers in my dream had their health issues revealed to the rest of the waiting room. 
I was sitting there fiddling with a magazine.  I was scoffing at Gallant because I am Goofus at heart.  The nurse walks in and says, "Miss, we're ready to treat your genital warts."  I look at the nurse and then I see a Xanga blogger get up and walk to the door. 
As I watched her exit the waiting room I was in disbelief.  I shook my head and went back to my Highlights but then I heard a moaning coming from across the waiting room.  To my shock, I saw a certain religious restaurateur making out with another man, a certain Dragon or whatever, thus proving that they are not the same person. 
I then thought about how I had to send out Valentine's Day cards and I designed one for the lady who posted photos of aborted fetuses.  Looking back at this dream, this was a cruel joke and being the heartless dick that I am, I wish I had the ability to do this.  My card consisted of the photo of the aborted fetus and had Thomas the Tank Engine's face stamped over the baby's face and it said, "I choo-choo-choose you!"  God, I am even dream Simpsons references.
Then a new person entered the waiting room and she was carrying a laptop and was asking everyone in the waiting room to recommend her blogs.  But before I could say anything or recognize who it was a lady with numerous kids started yelling at me.  Before I could respond the nurse came in and said, "Godfather, we think we know what is ailing you and we can fixing your bleeding sphincter.  Oh and we have found your genitals."
I got up and walked out of the waiting room and then I woke up.  I was sleeping on my floor again because that gives me comfort these days.  I got up and went to the computer and was ready to blog.  Wait, I just dreamt that.
This is lame, sorry.  MrsMok put me up to it.  I told her about my problems.  Time for backlash and loss of friends.  I left out all the names but maybe I will timestamp with all of the names that I dream about and the other creepiness.
I think dreaming about Xanga bloggers is a sign of addiction.