Excellent Battle on Dangerfield's

After a night of good sleep, in that period just before one actually wakes but is still dreaming, I see books. I don't just see books, I read them. I see sentences and words and somehow they make sense. These stories have not been written; they exist only in my mind at those given moments and usually dissipate before I can write them down. But I caught this one.

The title of this imaginary work was "Excellent Battle on Dangerfield." It was an old book (1950's) written by a man and his soon-to-be wife. They would come to write many books together. But only his name was on the cover.

The book seemed not to be a comedy, but was about comedy. I've lost that now. Maybe it was some kind of fight to the top of stardom. Perhaps it was at Dangerfield's, a comedy club founded by Rodney himself.

I think I know how this got put together. Beth's been studying American history (Battles), we've been watching a bit of Comedy Central lately (Dangerfield, comedy), and I live in South Georgia (heat and humidity cause delusions).

Anyway, I thought you'd find it interesting that I read books in my dreams. I also hear intellectual speakers, but they're all long gone when I wake. It's interesting how the brain works.

Now that I've installed the Google Toolbar again, I can use the Blog This! feature to blog more often.

But don't count on it. And for what it's worth, Happy Independence Day. Don't blow yourself up.