Last night I dreamt that I was at a party talking with an old friend of mine, Satyam, whom I hadn’t seen for about ten years. He started talking about this game he played on a message board he frequents where players make a list of ten celebrities they think will die in the next year, and get five points for each celebrity who dies.
“That sounds almost like the Celebrity Death Pool on the Straight Dope Message Board!” I said. “I played that game in 2006, but I didn’t place an entry for 2007.”
“Wow! Actually, I am talking about the Celebrity Death Pool on the SDMB,” said Satyam. “I just discovered the board a few months ago and I’m playing the 2007 game.”
“Are you sure you get five points per dead celebrity?” I asked. “When I played, the points were a function of the celebrity’s age at death.”
Satyam confirmed that the rules had been changed, and I was (recreationally) outraged. For much of the next five minutes of the dream I explained to Satyam the original rules, whereby each death was worth 100 points minus the celebrity’s age at death, and ranted on about how this ridiculous new simplified system vastly decreased the difficulty and fun of the game. Under the new rules, I explained, there was no incentive to risk choosing a young celebrity in hopes of a greater payoff. Instead, the best strategy would simply be to think of the ten oldest and sickest celebrities. I made a mental note to post a BBQ Pit rant about the rule change after the party.
Anyone else here ever had dreams about the Straight Dope Message Board?
Definitely, although I can’t remember details right now. I think I may have posted something terribly inflammatory and then wasn’t able to take it back. :eek:
Yes, but details are sketchy. Sometimes I’m typing and sometimes I’m reading, (and it all makes sense then) but I don’t recall (once awake) just what it was all about.
A few years ago I had a weird dream where I was fighting vampires. The head vampire picked up an elephant and threw him at me. In the background some vamps were leading Batman away in chains and I thought: Wow, I guess he wasn’t prepared.
I have had a few others where the SDMB pops in on the peripheral, but I don’t recall them.
Not about the board, per se, but I had a dream in which I read a book at the library which was the book form of a movie being discussed on the board at the time.
I also had a dream in which TubaDiva showed up on my doorstep, for no reason that made sense at the time.
And, most recently, I had a dream in which I was scheduled to be one of the next contestants on Jeopardy!, and someone was trying to kill me. So I was given twickster’s name as a former Jeopardy! champion who would help me stay alive until the show was taped. She brought along a secret admirer/gentleman friend who had some sort of training appropriate to the situation. And then my parents showed up on the doorstep of the hotel in which we were staying.
The hotel in my dream, was the hotel I was actually staying in at the time of the dream. My parents do not live close enough to that location to have showed up in the amount of time that elapsed in the dream. twickster is really a former champion from Jeopardy, but if she’s got a secret admirer who could have stepped out of an Elizabeth Lowell book, I don’t know it. While I may someday compete on Jeopardy, I’ve not actually applied to do so–and why anyone would try to kill future Jeopardy champs is beyond me.
But that’s fairly typical of my dreams. Take 6 pieces of real life, add six pieces of unconnected past or future, blend thoroughly.
Not exactly about the SDMB itself, but posters’ names show up in my dreams now and then. For example, recently I dreamt I was walking through a shopping mall and in the food court there was a pizza place called Bosda’s.
A few months back, the infamous “Johnny Hildo” pitted me for my deviant paraphiliac desires (I have a superheroine knockout fetish) and accused me of being “a serial killer waiting to happen”. I found the pitting highly amusing. One night about a month after this whole sordid affair wound down on the message board, I dreamed that I walked into my room and found a man dressed in a really flashy cowboy outfit (picture Glenn Campbell as “Rhinestone Cowboy”) going through my commissioned art collection. I said, “Are you Johnny Hildo?” and he replied “Yes.” He started going through the art, and would alternately rant about how sick it was, and that he also found it quite fascinating. At one point, he would ask if I would like to have him as a character, so he could knock my “Panther Girl” character out. The next second, he would decide he found the whole concept very disgusting, and would curse and scream at me. Eventually, we heard sirens, and he decided he had better go, so he crawled out the window and left.
It turns out there really were police sirens that ended the dream and woke me up, and it was the wee hours of the morning. I got out of bed, chuckled to myself, went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and then went back to sleep.
It has been in the back of my mind ever since. I may eventually have one of my artist friends draw a “Rhinestone Cowboy” knocking Panther Girl out, just for kicks!
