{"id":642,"date":"2001-10-11T11:03:00","date_gmt":"2001-10-11T11:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog2\/?p=642"},"modified":"2001-10-11T11:03:00","modified_gmt":"2001-10-11T11:03:00","slug":"dreams_1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/dreams_1\/","title":{"rendered":"dreams"},"content":{"rendered":"

oh my god, i just remembered my dream from last night. actually, in the middle of the dream i recall thinking that i had to remember it to write about today. go figure.
\nanyway, i was walking down this hedge-lined street when i heard a man’s deep voice and saw headlights coming up behind me. i was nervous about being seen, so i ducked into a bush and hid while the car passed. it was a large, white, convertible. vintage pimp-mobile, for certain. and no one was driving it, or so it seemed.
\nit was travelling very slowly down the street and all the while a male voice was talking. then, a head popped up and the occupant turned off a video camera which i hadn’t seen on the dash. the weirdest part was the occupant turned out to be scott<\/a>!
\nas soon as i saw it was him (and i knew i wasn’t in danger, although what danger i was in wasn’t apparent) i hopped out from the bushes and waved at him. he turned to me, flashed me this beautiful, cheeky grin, a cigarette between his teeth, and then he drove away down the road. i was a little miffed at that. i wondered why he wouldn’t have stopped to offer me a lift or at least say “hey”.
\nfrom there it got weird and i’m incapable of accurately describing the insanity which ensued; but, i was being chased and i did a lot of hiding from security people and a fairly decent job of impersonating and eyeglass salesperson.
\nbut that scott-smile… it stuck with me all the rest of the night. and now that i’ve remembered it, it’ll stick with me the rest of the day.
\nwhy, when i dream of blog people, is it always scott & paige?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

oh my god, i just remembered my dream from last night. actually, in the middle of the dream i recall thinking that i had to remember it to write about today. go figure. anyway, i was walking down this hedge-lined street when i heard a man’s deep voice and saw headlights coming up behind me. …<\/span> Read More →<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-642","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-words"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/642","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=642"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/642\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=642"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=642"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=642"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}