Blogger's Nightmare

I dreamed last night. And what's more, I remembered my dream. It went something like this:

Someone hacked into my blog and turned it into a giant, cavorting, spam-fest. I couldn't log into my account because my password had been changed. I wrote Blogger in an ineffectual attempt to stem the tide of crap that seemed to be inundating my site. Post by post, I watched what was once a thriving world of words and images collapse into "Enhancements/Girl on Girl/Insurance Rate" pinwheels and sky rockets across the internet. There was nothing I could do to stop it. It was like a pixel cancer spreading without a sound devouring archives, comments, links. The work of two years of my life erased to nothing. Soon the address of 'k-srasra' became a by-word on the web. People would refer to it as 'k-sr*sr*' ommiting vowels just so the creeping, crawling demon that my site had become would not find this mention of its own (usurped) name and rain down destruction on the person who spelled it.

Everything, everything was gone.

When I woke up I was sad. And thirsty.

So I drank some water, tried to remember if this had actually happened or not, and feeling reasonably certain it had not occurred I went back to sleep.

I think what this dream is trying to tell me is that I need to back up my blog. Just in case. Or maybe it's trying to tell me to change my password more frequently. Or more likely, it's just trying to tell me to get a life.