Whoa people. I just woke up from this crazy vivid dream about Emily. Mind you, I have never met Emily. I don't even have much of a SW relationship with her (other than thinking she's um... justaboutthecoolestladyintheworld) so Emily of all SWs showing up in my dreams is pretty out there. But okay okay okay I'm going to tell you about my spooky Emily dream, and then everybody else please post all about your SW dreams, because you know you're on here like 25 hours a day and if SW doesn't occupy your goddamn subconscious then you're probably catatonic.
So I am in NYC visiting my family, and my mom makes me go to some sort of festival/fair/concert (like Burning Man but smaller and more for losers) in Central Park. She walks with me there (from Queens?!) and then leaves. So I'm all alone at Uncool Burning Man which is taking place in that amphitheater, the one where they do Shakespeare in the Park, except that because of The Environmental Problems of the Modern Era the theater has sunken into the ground partway, and is all crooked and decaying, and there are vines and moss growing over most of it, and fallen limbs everywhere, and is generally a big wreck.
All around me are clusters of people sitting and talking about things that don't interest me. I look around for someone I know, because it's going to be like hours until my mom comes and gets me, and I spot Emily. I run up to her and start screeching with excitement, but she is both skeptical and unimpressed. I have to convince her who I am, and she finally believes me, and consents to hanging out.
We decide to go explore this underground tunnel, kind of like a subway station but covered in moss and lined with tree roots. It's very big inside. Once we're inside I realize how short I am, and how tall Emily is. She is so tall that she cannot stand up inside the tunnel, and she seems to be getting taller, but I can't actually see it happening. For some reason, this infuriates me, and I freak out. I take my Chinese cleaver (the one from the Asian grocery, with the wooden handle, that I've had for ages) and cut her on the arm. Her arm is the size of a tree trunk, and I don't do much damage, but she is mightily pissed off. She stands up (how?!) and yells at me. I beg her not to post it on SW. She says she will post about it and take pictures. I realize that my SW life is over.
Obviously I wake up in a cold sweat and log on, hoping that people still love me, or maintain a benign indifference toward me. As I see no "Fuck TotH, she sliced our Moderator!" threads, I am reassured.
Anybody else had any zany SW dreams?



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. Usually when i have dreams with girls in them the sex always dissapoints....not that time
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