I don’t know about you, but recently I had a dream which consisted entirely of tweets.
Let me clarify.
This Twitter dream is the epitome of my nerdiness, 2.0-ness and my addiction to the Internets¹. The dream does not consist of me tweeting the happenings of my life or my surroundings. Oh no, it’s worse. It would be even slightly acceptable if I was dreaming of something funny and say to myself, “I need to tweet about this.” Sadly, there’s no hope for me. No one I knew was present in my dream, but there were a cast of characters; up to 140 of them at a single time to be in fact.
Folks, I dreamt about twitter. This dream consisted not of situations or random events. This dream was purely of tweets. That’s right, tweets. Like this one:
For a whole night, random tweets would flash into my head. I’m passed out in a deep REM sleep when a tweet would appear in my head, causing me to smile for a second, only to fade away as I return to my slumber. Little nerdy? Yes. Okay, it’s very nerdy. But what can I say? When the Internets meets up and awesomeness occurs, how could we not share it to the world? I mean, I was just replaying the weekend back in the most nerdy and yet socially acceptable way possible. What else would you do after an epic weekend?
At least I didn’t tweet about this. =P
¹ There is a difference between the Internet and the Internets. The Internet is for porn, while the Internets is for awesomeness.