I had a bad dream. I don’t know if it’s a blogger’s bad dream or an assistant publisher’s bad dream.
I dreamed I had written a poem for an incredibly beautiful, talented girl I know. I am, in a totally heterosexual way, smitten with her.
Ok, maybe not totally heterosexual. Whatever. Stick to the topic at hand, people!!
So I wrote this poem for her. From what I can remember, it was sweet and loving and I thought it was one of the best things I’d ever written. So I posted it here at WWFC.
And then, in my dream, I went to bed. And then, in my dream, I woke up.
Excitedly, I opened my computer to see the comments my masterpiece had inspired. There were thousands of them!! My poem went viral.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out it was just 2 readers who were having a lengthy discussion about the fact I had misspelled the word “steeple”. They also were having a spirited debate over whether my IQ matched my shoe size or my bra size.
Thankfully, I then woke up for real.
So, what does this dream of mine mean? And why the hell did I use the word steeple in a poem?!