A Topiary Dream

I am in a maze and my online friend is there, a known blogger. The maze is like a virtual walk-through where you can visit bloggers in their privately and lavishly decorated rooms. You can touch the XML, its like moving furniture around. The dream had a tactile experience to it.

There seems to be a struggle, a sense of unrest in the maze, as the rooms are moved around according to the click-rates or visits they have. I find an empty room, bloggers come over wanting this space from me. They walk around the garden maze with parasols. My online friend tells me not to give in.

I wake up.