The power of suggestion is a scary thing

I didn’t sleep too well last night and when I don’t sleep well, I dream. The reason for my restless night was due to Youngest Daughter. One of the subsequent slightly disturbing dreams I had has made me come to the conclusion that I may be spending a wee bit too much time in Blogland.

I will admit I spend a fair amount of time in Blogland, seeing as I have no life quite a bit of time on my hands. I follow many blogs and while visiting different ones, if a comment’s been left that piques my interest, I’ll pay a visit to the commenter’s blog. And so on - I am a lurker extraordinaire.

Last night, Youngest Daughter was getting ready to go out and appeared downstairs to ask my opinion on what shoes she should wear. Totally ignoring the question, I managed to bite back the typically parental, ‘there’s no way you’re going out dressed like that,’ and settled for the slightly less harsh, ‘I think you forgot to put your skirt on.’ To give her some credit though, Youngest Daughter does follow the rule: Legs Or Cleavage, Not Both.

Anyhow, last night was spent alternating between Blogland and the tv, but as there was typically bugger all worth watching on the tv, the internet proved the stronger draw for my attention. I happily poked around various blogs for quite a while before deciding to go to bed.

As I was subconsciously waiting to hear of Youngest Daughter’s safe arrival home – which didn’t happen until 05:47 – a restless night ensued, resulting in a few dreams.

In one of them I was attending a dinner party, and while I was chatting to a friend - a dream friend, not anyone I know in real life - a man sidled up to me and said, “Hello Bub, I’m Mr Finnell.” *

WTF?!


*If you’re confused and don’t know what the hell I’m referring to, read the comments on my last post.