So I was having a dream where I was working with the President of France (craziest dreams I had. Involving parts of Venus crashing into the South China Sea, creating mutant mecha-like life-forms and secret rooms within motel containing billions-year old clay tablets and scale models of cities).
Then I dreamed I logged onto the Straight Dope, and there, in the IMHO forum, is a thread “What do you think of the French President?”
My reply. “I am now staying with him. He wakes up real early. Probably planning an invasion.”
I have had the Dope in my dreams before now (once or twice), but darn it – not with that much imagination, CrazyChop! (What on earth were you eating before that one?)
I have, but I dream about a lot of things I do during the day. The worst was when I worked at KFC and would dream I was working all night, especially after a double. Those weren’t very restful nights!
Once, though it involved delirium in a hospital. Eventually I passed out and dreamed I was trying to post, only to discover the place had been taken over by trolls.
Ok, I had a Dope dream last night. In my dream I posted two celebrity death threads, one for Keith Olbermann and one for Horatio Sanz. I don’t remember any more details besides the fact that I was overwhelmingly pleased that I was *first *with those threads.
Oh man! When I was the Administrator for a very small vocational school seeking State Board Approval, I’d have dreams at night that I was literally drowning in paperwork. Like, little papercuts up the nose and under my eyelids and suffocating in reams of white 8.5" X 11" shooting out from a malicious copy machine.
I often have a dream of something that would be way cool to post on the dope. Then I wake up and find it probably isn’t that interesting and so I don’t post.
