72. dreams of yore

New direction for this blog: old dream diary!

Friday, March 14, 2008 - I dreamed that I had a strange and scary stalker. He called during my radio show and knew my name and my street address. Then I was at my house, except it was a house that's a few blocks away from my house, and he was there. I don't remember what happened, but it was very scary. It was so scary I woke up and saw that it was 3 a.m. Then I went back to sleep and continued the dream -- at my next radio show I decided to change my DJ name so he wouldn't know it was me. Oh yeah, and at the beginning of the dream they -- whoever 'they' were -- were talking about how they'd been listening to my radio show and that it was terrible. "Just the parts when I talked?" I asked them, because I know I sound like a helpless baby frog when I talk, but I don't have any problems with the mechanics of being a DJ -- running the board and things -- so when I'm not talking I like to think that my radio shows are fine. No, everything, they said. The entire show was terrible. "Well, not terrible, just bad, right?" I said. No, terrible, they said.