I had my first nightmare about chickenmonkeydog.com last weekend. In my dream, I had missed a deadline. In a panic, I then ran around desperately trying to find something worth taking a picture of and creating a post. There was nothing suitable to be found, so I crafted an angst-ridden email and sent it to the editors.
Dear Editors,
I realize that I did not submit any material for this week. I have absolutely no ideas for a post. In addition, I believe my last few posts to be sub-par. I think this is a sign that I can no longer be a part of the team. My life is clearly not conducive to coming across weird things on a regular basis. The pressure is too great each week. Please accept my resignation, and thank you for posting what I have done thus far.
The nightmare was so vivid that I spent the next day frequently checking Gmail waiting to see if any reply emails appeared because I couldn’t be sure it was only a dream…
In this dream…
…were you also being chased by a psychotic chicken, a rabid dog, and an insane monkey?
It felt that way…but I don’t remember them being there. Fortunately.