Ever have one of those layered dreams? You know (I’m guessing), the ones where you have a dream within the dream sort of thing?

Last night’s dream had a backstory that happened before the dream. Apparently, I did something bad, only I didn’t realize it was bad. You know how sometimes you might say your friend Ted had such-and-such happen to him or whatever, only that it was really your friend Mary and you were simply trying to protect her privacy? Or, maybe Ted was really you. In either case, Ted isn’t a real person, and was merely a pseudonym meant to protect someone.

Apparently, I had done a blog post about Ted. Not a bad thing, right? No one in the blogosphere knows who Ted is, and no one knows that Ted is really Mary or Sue or you.

Apparently, though, it was a bad thing. Why? I don’t know. No one found out who Ted really was.

Anyway, that was the backstory of the dream. Complicated, I know. And I’ve had to surmise that because, throughout the dream, I really wasn’t sure what I had done that was so wrong.

So, there I was having a blogging party at my house. It was a party for bloggers, not for people to blog. And, only those bloggers that lived in relatively nearby states attended. Anyway, Michelle calls me out on the Ted thing. In a panic, I said Ted was real and was at the party.

Naturally, that was a dumb thing to do because where could Ted be hiding in the house and how could it be that no one had met him yet even though I insisted that he had just been there.

So, things go from bad and worse and now I’m some kind of blogging pariah.

At which point my cousin shows up with her family and, as a distraction, I decide to do a magnet hunt for the kids. Instead of hiding Easter eggs, I’d hide a tiny magnet and they’d need to find it. Only I didn’t hide the magnet until they had given up looking in the front room, then I hid it there, next to an electrical outlet where there was a stud.

At some point, they all vanished and then my father is giving me a stern talking to because he can’t believe that I did whatever I did with the whole Ted thing.

Then, I’m in bed trying to sleep and I can’t get to sleep because I’m thinking about the whole mess. And, yes, this is still part of the dream where I’m dreaming I’m awake trying to fall asleep. Layered dreams. And, I’m worried I’m going to have to quit blogging. But, then I’ve got all these other sites and I don’t know what I’m going to have to do. I might have to change my name or go into hiding or something.

Things are that bad.

And I still don’t know what I’ve done. Nobody even found out that Mary was Ted or whatever, so no one’s privacy has been compromised or anything.

So, then the next day, we’re eating hot dogs at a hot dog place and that’s when I decide to do a series of posts on dancing monkeys wearing shirts that are orange to distract everyone from whatever it was that I did.

The worst thing is that, when I wake up–for real–I still feel guilty for whatever it is that I did, only I didn’t even do it because it was all a dream.

Though I still had to go back to the pre-dancing monkey posts to see if I had mentioned a Ted…

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