Well, it’s happened. I knew it would, eventually. It just the way my brain works.
What atonished me was the lucidity if it.
I DREAMT OF THE DOPE!
I’ve been sleeping poorly, no surprise there.
Usually my dreams are snippets of things I’ve been thinking while awake. Sometimes the odd dream of the past, reimagined.
Here’s the dream (analyse it if you must:))
I’m walking in a narrow corridor, way at the end is a guy sitting at a desk looking at a book. This person is someone I vaguely know. I’m trying get a better look. So I run a few steps, but get bogged down in a squisy floor. A door in my left, I look in and see Dropzone flirting with a Nurse from his hospital bed. Hmmm!
I run a few more steps til the floor stops me, open door, I look in Sunny Daze is unpacking boxes.
Same, run, stopped look in a open door: ~Vow is chasing 3 meeces with a cleaver.
Run, stopped, look in: Spoons is sitting at a bar, talking excitedly to a group of onlookers
Run, stopped, look in: uh-oh a group of Mods are huddled in a circle talking about super sekrit things. TubaDiva slams the door in my face. I look down the corridor, I’m not any closer to the end. My feet are completely stuck in the squishy floor. I look down and see dachshunds are running around my ankles. Someone is calling them. I look up and see Gatopescado poking his head out of a door.
I try to walk again. It’s very difficult. In the next open door I see Nelliebly on her computer. And Panache is in there sitting at a table and laughing at someome unseen.
I don’t know how I know who’s who. But I did.
Weird.
I think everyone should send you a pic of them IRL to see just how close your dream was… 
Oh. P.S.: there were lots of doors. I saw in a lot more than those I mentioned. I think the whole Dope was there.
Oh. I think the guy at the desk at the end of the corridor was Cecil Adams, himself.
Hmmm? I wish he would come tell me what book he was reading.
Curiouser and Curiouser.
At least I was laughing. 
I was probably on the SDMB, looking for you, Beck. Maybe that’s why Panache was laughing. “Hahaha, Nellie, she’s squishing down the hall, you dope!” Or maybe we had a lot of corn dogs and a tank of nitrous oxide and I was PMing you an invitation to join the party.
I don’t know what your dream means, Beck, but I think we’ll be bunkies at the looney bin. I had a dream about the Dope awhile back and posted about it, and you were in it, sort of:
Your dream was much more interesting. I couldn’t ID anyone. I think maybe Cecil was God.
I totally get it. Cecil is a god. :::shameless sucking-up:::
I need, no NEED to know what the book was.
Wait, just a minute. Nellie, my dream may be connected to yours. You were looking for a way to change your thread. My dream puts you at a computer. Oh, lovely. Now I’m doing group dreams, as if mine weren’t problem enough. :smack:
(No one asked what I’m wearing…um…in my dream, I mean:))
Weird, yes. I spend most days after work having a drink at my local sports bar, where I talk (sometimes excitedly :)) with the other regulars. How did you know?
waving hand with big, floppy bandage
It was obviously a hallucination. Mr VOW would never allow me to have a cleaver.
(however, if the meeses had BIG eyeballs…)
~VOW
Has anyone noticed that Dopers only appear in other Dopers’ dreams if they are logged onto SDMB at the time?
The entire roster of the Dope has merged, slime-mold-like, into one amorphous Hive Mind, which is itself, in fact, the so-called “hamster powered” dream-sharing server on which the Dope runs and in which the entire corpus of Dope post resides.
That’s why, often in the nighttime (for North American time zones at least), when someone is having a sleepless night, others have so much trouble logging in or posting posts. For example, every time someone wakes up in the night to go pee, others start getting “Server Error 501 Try again” errors.
But Unca Cecil has forsaken us a long time ago.
Good. I’m going to assume that, behind one of those doors, is a much slimmer Yllaria.
But Senegoid, I don’t want to be a slime mold.
I have this little voice in my head (no, not THOSE voices) that sez he may lurk, occasionally.
{{{Unca Cec don’t forsake me. I’ll buy you new socks and bring pie. (:))}}
I haves my spies (;))
Do you ever write something and go back and reread it and realize you’re cuckoo for cocoa puffs?
I do it frequently. (:))
"Ut oh. Due to my prostate cancer, a good night for me is getting up three times. Sorry to shut you down so often.
My dreams are random and guided by dream logic. If a dream is not particularly noteworthy or disturbing, I usually forget them within moments of waking up. I have like three dreams in my whole life that were so compelling that I remember them years later.
Beck, there were several Straight Dope books. Or maybe he was reading Do Penguins Have Knees so he could scoff. I’ve been a shameless Cecil-worshipper for many years, long before I washed up on this shore. But obviously, I’ve long seen you as a friendly port in the storm.
When I was at a computer, was my face inches away from the screen? That’s the way I sit in real life.
Yes, you were a tiny little thing sitting really close to the screen.
I know Cecils books. I have them all.
I’m gonna try to re-dream this dream when I sleep. I gotta get to the end of the corridor. Any Dopers that look out their doors tonight please give me pep talks and dixie cups of water.