Last night I had a dream where I was in my bathroom putting on makeup in a bikini top and my bellybutton suddenly started spurting out this thin stream of water. Then, as if it was a pimple, it was like it exploded and blew up like a white balloon and just suddenly popped.
My first dream thought was, “Oh man, that would be the best pimple thread EVER!”
Even in my dreams I think about the TMI pimple threads.
I had the classic dream that I was at work and suddenly realized I was naked. I couldn’t go tell the Big Boss cause he had someone in his office. I thought “This must be a dream,” and noticed a poster on the wall. I then thought “According to the Straight Dope, you can’t read in a dream. Therefore, if I can read this, it must not be a dream.” Well, I read the lyrics to Forbidden Hollywood’s parody of “Buenos Aires”:
I will strip to the waist and my bra will be shapped like torpedos
And I’ll dance all around while the boys will all dance in their speedos.
I don’t care if Evita was a saint, I’ll be Argentina’s saint of bondage.
Might I just say, Whoa! 
What do you smoke?
Wow! What a coincidence! Most of my dreams include female Dopers in bikinis too!!
But seriously, not only have I had dreams about wanting to post, but I’ve had dreams where I actually started a thread and continued the discussion and posted more throughout the course of the dream. Sometimes the other names are actual Dopers, sometimes they’re not.
…interesting, since so many people claim one can’t read in his dreams. I call bullshit to that. Though I’ve found it impossible or at least very difficult to read in most dreams, there have been times where I managed to read and recognize words, numbers and letters.
Ha, I wish it could be explained that easily.
I’ve got severe asthma, so no smoking for flamingbananas.
Two nights ago, I had an unhappy dream that was made happy by a revelation from an anonymous doper! I dreamt (not that anyone cares, of course) that had made it through a terrifying spectacle of someone driving a HUGE pickup truck into a supermarket, and killing dozens of people by running them over.
I was feeling survivor’s remorse, like sobbing I was so guilty, but then a Doper said, “Didn’t you wonder why you ended up with that scar on your back?” I felt, and sure enough, I had a HUGE scar. The Doper told me that I had actually gathered up toddlers and protected them under a folding table, even when the truck hit me. I was very badly injured, and that’s why I didn’t remember doing it.
Ah, dreams. Gotta love 'em! 
I had a weird dream where I was in a war with Vampires. The head vampire casually picked up an elephant and threw it aside. In the background other vampires were leading Batman away in chains and I thought “Man, I guess he wasn’t prepared.”
Strangely enough, when I was in “High” School, I had a friend that tried Smoking Banana Peels. In my twisted head that went so well with your user name I had to ask.
BTW: they just made him choke and I don’t think he repeated the experiment.
Jim
Hey, I know someone that has tried smoking dog food.
Oooh! This just happened to me last night! I had a dream about one of my Doper crushes (my favoritest) and, as only happens when I’m asleep, he liked me, HE REALLY LIKED ME! 
I tried to go back and get to the really good stuff, but alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Perhaps he’ll reappear tonight for an encore.
I had a dream where I was trapped in my computer screen, and the Dope was up. I was only two dementional, and was interacting with the icon and such by actually touching them. Wierd, wierd stuff.
I had a dream where I was abducted by a UFO. Then I was describing my experience on the SDMB, and I got nothing but posts denouncing me, invoking Occam’s Razor, and asking “Cite?”
I’m not kidding.
Aw man I get that kind too. It’ll be some totally outrageous thing that I post on here then get a bunch of “Uhhhh, cite?” posts.
We all knew you were demented, but only in a dream could you be TWO (or is that TOO?) demented! 
Considering how much time I spend here, it’s surprising I don’t dream about it.
Of course not, I decided when I first read this thread.
Then just now, I was reading the “posters you’re thankful for” thread, and someone mentioned lieu, and I realized that oh dear, I did dream about the board. Ya see, I met lieu in the dream, and was surprised to see that someone who was sooooo into fart jokes (I know, I know, he’s really famous for poop jokes, not just farts) was so young, just barely 20, and did I really want him around my kids…
The board has been a source of much enlightenment for me. So when I dream about it, do I dream about all I’ve learned here? No, I dream about poop jokes. I’m not sure what this says about me 