I dream of the First Amendment, what do you do?

Well, today's post was supposed to be reserved for a few heart-warming paragraphs about some of my feelings about blogging and the great internationality of the whole thing. Some things my reader euthymic pointed out in a comment to me a few days ago. 

However, things changed when I had a very vivid dream about none other than the First Amendment to the Constitution. Oh, how proud my Media Law professor Nerissa Young would have been! I'm not sure what the whole thing means, I can only assume that it is pointing out how truly cynical I am about my country's freedom of the press and observation of this amendment as the 2008 presidential election draws closer. 

Regardless, I was a student again (possibly a cry for classes to start...) and I had written a feature article for my journalism professor, Dr. Jim Lewin about John Lennon and the close relationship he had with the music he wrote for the Beatles and also for his solo career. In it, I had quoted George Harrison (deceased, I know) and a few of my other favorite rock journalists: Rob Sheffield of Rolling Stone and Chuck Klosterman, included. (How. Incredible.) I don't know how I interviewed them, I don't want to know how I interviewed them...but I did. At first, Dr. Lewin accused me of plagiarism, but I begged and pleaded and assured him I would never dream of doing that (I wouldn't...plain and simple). Instead, he accused me of writing something inappropriate with the intent to cause an uprising. Now, John Lennon was one of the most peaceful people of this past century and never deliberately tried to cause an uprising (He was just amazing...Mark David Chapman...you jerk!) so I have no clue why I was accused of these crimes. 

The to the point version is: I was going to be beheaded for what I wrote. 

Crazy? For sure. 

The dream continued with my mad dash to fight the crimes against me. I was running around Shepherd's campus spouting off the First Amendment verbatim (again, Nerissa Young would be impressed...) and trying to get someone to listen to me, saying it was my pursuit of happines, and not behead me. A few random members of Shepherd University's music department were trying to help me get out of my punishment and the dream ended when I was printing off a copy of the First Amendment in the music department computer lab and the printer jammed ten minutes before my beheading trial (the printer there ALWAYS is jammed, out of ink or out of paper). 

It's either telling me that I'm secretly afraid of all you readers in cyberspace reading this or that I should stop reading CNN.com election coverage right before bed. 

Thanks for reading. Please don't behead me...