February 17, 2009
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Xanga Addiction
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.
Comments (18)
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!"
It's horrible, but that made me LOL!
@s_a_r_a_h_1 -
All the more proof that I have issues.
What she ^ said.
My name is Katie and I have a problem.
I am your bestest xanga buddy and I was not mentioned. I think I'll go cry my eyes out and slit my wrists. Or even worse - dun dun dun - shut down my site. I am so depressed.
Haha. I dream about a lot of people on Xanga and they seem very real. But, I do spend a significant amount of time talking to the ones I dream about in chatrooms and the sort. There is still no excuse. I am certainly an addict.
Do not blame me! Huzzah! I refuse to post about my new word now!
@its_me_katie -
NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never intended this post to lead to...dun dun dun...Xanga suicide.
I CAN STOP, ANYTIME.
maybe.
lol You are a bit crazy but this is quite funny!
You sleep on the ground? With or without mattress?
Hopefully, you won't dream about all the celebrities you lambast, chasing you through the streets.
When trying to interpret dreams, the important things are the feelings - not the objects. The fact that you dreamt of Xanga bloggers is not necessarily an indication of blogging too much or being addicted. The important things were the feelings you felt during the dream. Your subconscious has to pick some kind of representation to communicate since it can't communicate in language. (That's the pre-fontal lobes part of the brain where the dreams emanate from another part of our experiential brain.) The dream may have had some pleasant or some disturbing aspects to you - like the fetuses. It may be that because you spend quite a bit of time on Xanga blogs, that the topics are foremost in your mind and your subconscious is reacting to these. Your subconscious may also have been communicating to you about some concerns of problems that people close to you may have. Or it may have been communicating concerns about your own health by showing different parts of "you" in terms of others. Again, the important thing isn't the actual object of your dreams, as much as the feelings you experienced.
Hooray for Simpsons references!
Maybe you're prophetic and your dreams about some of these people are true.
I am definately addicted.
This is a riot. I'm addicted, too . . . alas . . . what did I do with my time before?
Hahhaha this made me think of the part in Napolean Dynamite where they say, "I had a nightmare but I didn't wake up"
WOW SOME DREAM....and i say believe in your dreams......dream are real....dreams come true....oh well. just believe.....miss you.
/applause
REFERENCES FTW
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