There is something so profoundly disturbing about waking up and realizing you were sort of...dream blogging. Like, not dreaming about blogging, but actually dreaming in blog format. I used to work with linguists in the military and they told me that they knew they were truly assimilating a foreign language when they started to dream in it. I feel like I don't necessarily want to become fully fluent in blog...there's a connotation there that I don't want to be caught up in.
Maybe because I've been thinking about where I want this blog to go and so subconsciously I was working something out or whatever. If this blog was a person I would be trying to get it slightly drunk and then make it talk to me about its feelings and "where" this "relationship" is "going."