Weird Dream
I tend to have a habit that I remember quite a bit of my dream, and then tell people about it the next morning (or tweet it). I'm always under the assumption that people find my dreams interesting. And they certainly should; my dreams are awesome! I think the habit comes from my Mum who would tell us what she dreamed about, except hers were always tragic (as in, I ran away to Hong Kong because I owed money to the mafia and she had to come and kidnap me to bring me home, or I had a kid and decided to take it to uni to look after, etc) - they were almost certainly never positive.
My dreams, on the other hand, have celebrities (mostly nerdy celebrities, but there's a wide range), and me doing awesome things like flying around, or having to forward-roll everywhere.
This morning, I can't exactly remember what my dream was about. But, I know that I realized that I was dreaming, and forced myself to implant the concept that I was dreaming into memory, so I could tweet it in the morning (seriously). Then, a little bit later (again, no memory of what I was actually doing within the dream), I woke up. Looking around my room, things weren't exactly right, and I laughed. I knew that I woke up from within the dream, and decided that I needed to tweet about that too.
After that, it goes hazy, but just before I woke up I dreamed I was at a social dancing class, and we were doing ballroom, and I was trying to be decent at it but not showing off - then the 'teacher' danced with me and wasn't impressed, so I decided to actually try and out-dance her in a Viennese Waltz, but the music finished. Then I was teaching a tall fat guy how to do the quickstep.
Then as soon as I woke up, I reached over for my phone to tweet, but it was too long. I looked around the house for someone to tell. Then decided to posterous it.
Can posterous become a verb, like Google?
