Determined Note Taker

I have many ideas throughout everyday, circumstances and occurrences, all inspiring and noteworthy. I think, wow, that would be something to toss on the blog! Then when I get the opportunity to write, I can't remember a thing about any of my writing intentions. Topics, phrases, funny anecdotes, all gone.

I have determined that when such an idea or thought emerges in the future, whenever it happens, I will write it down for later consideration. Nothing new, I have always tried to record my brainy isms, but I get lazy.

Last night I had a good one! I remember laughing until tears rolled down my face from the funny. I knew it was a keeper and something I wanted to share so I grabbed a pen and pad and wrote down a brief, but all encompassing outline. I remember going to bed thinking how funny it was with a little belly chuckle every now and then.

So here I am, freshly awakened, Mountain Dewed up and in front of my laptop. I remember, oh yeah, my notes from last night! I go back upstairs to the bedroom to retrieve the note book and voila, no such thing. No pen. No pad. No notes. No idea.

My guess is that is was all a dream. I dreamed I had an idea and wrote it down to use later. I dreamed my own laughter at the idea. I then dreamed that I went to bed and dreamed of chuckles in my sleep, in my dream.

I'll have to check this later when I'm awake to see if I actually wrote this or dreamed about doing it and still sleeping while dreaming of being awake when awake or asleep.







By the way, this was not the idea. I am not laughing. I am sitting, stunned, and staring at the screen. The Mountain Dew is real.