So, I’d like to start by saying Hello World!
This is my first stab at blogging in several years, and I’m hoping that, in time, I will find the writing groove that made me love the concept and art of blogging so all those years ago.
For the past couple weeks, I’ve been having some strangely vivid dreams, the kind where you wake up and you are very confused by the sudden change in scenery. While many of the dreams have been strange — as in “giant talking rainbow mushrooms” strange — some have had a more solid foundation in reality. A few nights ago, the dream involved blogging, which is what ultimately led me to start writing again.
The dream was actually a memory, a very strong and wildly vivid memory of my old office, the wooden desk, and rickety chair that was unbelievably comfortable given its apparent pending collapse under the lightest of loads. There was anime playing in the background — Cowboy Bebop, I think — and my desk was littered with the various materials required for me to write. I don’t know what I was writing exactly, but I was overcome by a sense of excited happiness and anticipation (ok, this is actually what led me to start writing again), and so I started getting it in my head that maybe I should get back into blogging.
I don’t keep a record of dreams, never have, and I lack whatever virtue is required to take the time when I first wake up to write a dream down before attending to more pressing matters (specifically: bathroom, dogs, food and getting to work). I remember the important ones, and that dream sure as hell felt like an important one.