A Nightmare

I had the most horrible, life-like dream the other night.  It was truly wretched, if you know what I mean.

Now most people would have nightmares about being chased by an ugly monster down a dark alley, or falling off a skyscraper or something of the like.  But remember how I told you that I'm not really a "normal" person?  Well, I've never had dreams like that before.  But what truly scares the bejeevers out of me are the small things that would likely not even make your heart flutter the least bit.

Like my blogger anonymity being totally squandered.  

Yes, that scares me.  I'll give you a minute to stop laughing.  

Okay, that's enough. 

Anyways, in this dream someone who is really important to me basically betrayed me.  She wrote up a blog post that unintentionally disclosed my identity- making it unmistakable to think that I could be anyone else.  

I was heartbroken, and cried over it for days and days. 

Even though, in reality I knew that it's not really that big of a deal.  But how could she do that to me?  How?

The worse part is that it was so life-like.  The blog was Mundane Muslima.  The friend was a fellow MM writer.

It feels like the blame game...or the cookie jar game that we play as little kindergartners.

"Mariam took the cookie from the cookie jar!"

"Who me? Couldn't be!  Then who?"

So, who is it? 

P.S.  For those who are wondering if I have an active subconscious, you bet I do!