Must have been about 45 minutes ago I awakened from a vivid dream. I had several minutes afterward in that confused reality, arguing thoughts as though the dream was the reality.
This was no dream-fun of being with the Blues Brothers in Chicago, of Twiggies in Jaguars and the boys on a prison stage playing Jailhouse Rock. No dream of Bobby Dylan and me wandering around the deserted streets of NYC, as described in my last fun, but imaginary blog.
This was a dream about a non-existent LP forum thread, a dream of a conversation about number behavior.
Dream Poster: "Rip, this isn't the first time I've seen you post on threads claiming lottery draws are influenced by draw histories."
Me: "I've never posted anything of the sort. I've posted they're influenced by the moon, maybe. I've posted they're influenced by heavenly bodies. I've posted in long and loving detail how they might be influenced by a particular artifact located on the surface of the moon.
"I've never suggested, and I don't believe the draws are influenced by their own histories any more than I believe a coyote is influenced by the tracks he made yesterday."
Dream Poster: "Yes you have. And I just want you to know that if you ever post anything like that again it might well result in the end of our friendship. It might even cause a flame war."
I awakened and wondered for a while. I couldn't imagine why this LP member would consider me a friend. I've read a few of his posts, and he's PMed me a time or two over the years. I found myself being newly-awakened indignant that this guy would threaten me with a flame-war as though such an event would be an event (even in THIS reality) and the dissolution of a non-existent friendship to keep me from posting a viewpoint I don't hold.
I haven't even been following the threads lately and here I am dreaming about them.
Wasted a few minutes of wakeful life trying to sort it out.
Something about this ought to tell me something. Probably does.