Blogger dreams.

I had the craziest dream last night and guess what? It included some people on my blogroll. It was just...well...read on.

I was on a plane when I got a phone call from work. They asked me to deliver a package to Alyssa and Tracie Lacy (writers of Accidentalpurposity). I agreed and they said they would have the package waiting for me at the airport and a car would take me to them.

I ride in the car which takes me to the middle of nowhere. I step out to see the two standing there looking at me in shock. What's funny about this is the only image I know of those two is the one listed on their profile. So imagine if you will a profile head shot with their jaws dropped.

I approached Alyssa and said I had this package for her and she looked at me in disgust.

"You're not hot," she said matter of factly.

"Oh yeah?" I replied.

"Yeah," she said. "I thought you were going to be hot, but it appears you're not."

"Eh..sorry about my face...well...here's your package. See ya later I guess."

"No wait," she said. "We don't want you to leave yet."

"Yeah," said Tracie Lacy. "You have potential to be hot."

"I do?"

"Yes you do," said Alyssa. "We should give you a makeover and you can then be hot. We don't deal with people who aren't hot."

"Yeah I think I'll pass," I said. "I'm going to go now."

"No," said Tracie Lacy. "We'll buy you dinner and then you can decide if you want to be hot."

"Look I think I look fine," I replied. "Thanks anyways."

They actually pleaded with me to stay for dinner as they really wanted me to end up being attractive. They said it was imperative that I return home looking good.

I was then whisked away into a pizza place with the two girls. They gave me all sorts of ideas on how I can be as hot as Trent Reznor, Joe Rogan, and/or Marky Mark (I still refuse to call him by his real name).

I listened to their ideas, but I asked them why they were so concerned with my looks. They said it was their hobby to turn guys into hot model types and their dream was to turn it into a reality show. The dream suddenly ended.

No there was no nudity or anything of that nature in my slumber. Sad because both of them looked rather attractive in dreamland.

You know when you dream about work and you wake up feeling you need a vacation?

"What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?" - Woody Allen