The other night I had a dream, well, a lot of nights I have dreams, but this one stuck out to me.
In my dream there was a barracuda in the water and it was destroying all of the wildlife. Everyone was really upset about it and we knew that eventually it would come up through our sink drains and attack us as well. Dolly Parton tried to fight it and it was chasing her underwater while she was yelling at it (she’s a really good yeller), for some reason she was wearing a black wig and it pulled her wig off. I guess that made her really mad because then she just turned around and stared at it and it stopped. Then she started chopping it with an ax and it was now made out of some type of metal.

When I woke up I realized the barracuda was the BP oil spill.

The move to Wordpress is a major landmark in my experience of creating my presence on the internet; it is the first time in my 9 years of having my own site that I have paid for hosting. To mark the occasion I wanted to create a timeline to show the progression of the sites I’ve created, plus I’ve never cataloged this so I though it would be interesting for me if not for anyone else.

I want to say it began in 1998 when we first got the internet at home. We had aol and you could make your own website, I don’t really remember it.

From that I moved on to the free hosting site tripod.com. I never made a personal site there, instead I made a site to list the complete discographies of every band that I liked, with tracklistings. In the early 2000s I made the first ever (and as far as I know, still the only) fan site for Blake Hazard. You can get a very broken glimpse of it via the Way Back Machine archive take a look. Oh and then there was a site I made to educate people on the different ways “indie” music can be defined. I was quite the indie snob.

At the same time I started having a blog, I used livejournal, and xanga, and livejournal again, and again.

Which reminds me of something I’ve missed from livejournal and can do now… [...]

I dream narration. No, I’m not saying I dream in narration, or that my dreams are narrated; I’m saying that I literally dream narration.
There are no images, no visualization whatsoever, just straight, third person narration. That’s right, third person, it’s not even about me.
This might be a bit useful if say, I could remember it all, I could probably write a novel or 12. But all I usually remember is what occurs in that last part of sleep before waking up, like a kind of half-sleep/half-awake when you know you’re dreaming and waking up, but you can make it go on just a little longer. So what I usually have it something like:

John always thought himself to be good man, a tall man, yet he had an unseemingly bleak outlook on life.

Yes, it is strange!

It might have something to do with how much I liked Stranger Than Fiction, probably combined with me thinking about writing fiction, instead of just journalism (which is mostly factual). I actually started writing short stories in elementary, but they were mostly about pens and bracelets.