So last night I dreamed that Dooce lived across the street from me. She was out mowing the lawn, Leta was with her, and Heather was dragging Leta by the back of the overalls while mowing. My Mom and I were driving by and we stopped and I told her I would watch Leta for a few minutes while she finished mowing the lawn. I didn't want to let on that I read Dooce, and I tried to play it cool, like I had no idea who my neighbors really were. Heather was very cool and nice and didn't want to put us to any trouble, but she couldn't keep dragging Leta around by the back of the overalls while mowing.
Somehow Tim got involved with Jon on Blurbomat's comments and ended up calling him Jim. I think it had to do with a man babysitting or something. So my hopes of being friends with Heather and Leta were dashed because Tim called Jon the wrong name and told him how to raise his daughter.
Does this make me a freak-a-zoid for dreaming about someone I read on the internet?
