The other day, after having some problems with my new Linux install, I dreamed about what went wrong, and I actually solved the problem in my dream. When I woke up I was thrilled except when it relly hit me, I hadn't solved anything, but it seemed so real!
So, who was talking about being a dork earlier, I think that seat is reserved for me.
Oh, and I came up with a brilliant thesis for an essay a couple of years ago, which turned out to be so funny that I actually WOKE MYSELF UP with my own laughter.
Shit, dreams rock, just don't plan your life around them, they are fairly, um, unreliable.
Peace,
Pierre