"You were in my dream last night!"
I bet I hear this at least once a week. I am some kind of weird dream whore that goes from person to person and sneaks into their dreams. Like an out-of-work actor that ends up being an extra in every movie to come out during one summer.
And I can't help but think how creepy it is.
I mean THAT many people dream about me?
I am a WEIRDO.
Seriously. It isn't their fault they dream about me - if we could control dreams I would have that one where I defeat the zombie army led by a zombie Rip Torn and save Marissa Miller from certain death. Then we do it.
But no, we don't control our dreams.
Which must mean I do JUST enough weird things to be top-of-mind for people when they go to bed.
Like they lay down and try to rehash a conversation we had and try to figure out why I spent 15 minutes talking about bears. Or read this blog and think to themselves, "Well, THAT guy is going to jail at some point in his life."
And I have no idea how to correct this. I think I am destined for a life as the Sandman. Maybe someday I will find a way to not be a huge creepball. Maybe someday I will quit sneaking into people's brains while they are sleeping and do random and anti-climatic things in their dreams.
Or maybe I'll forever be a creep.
Hey, a boy can dream, right?