This is odd. I never remember my dreams ... and I remembered one I had last night/this morning.
Some background before I start.
Firstly, Boss B and I have been working hard on AVDAR, our new Business Continuity infrastructure offering, and two of the servers which form part of this infrastructure are called BC1 and BC2. Imaginative names for business continuity servers, I'm sure you'll agree.
Secondly, I'm just about to head off to a convention which is full of slash writers.
Thirdly, I have a bit of a name for writing magician/assistant porn and producing strange magician's-assistant photomanipulations, with an emphasis on strange body modifications, reductions and conjoinments.
Now, the dream.
I went to a convention, and when I was there I bumped into the anthropomorphic personifications of the two servers BC1 and BC2 -- it transpired that they were a couple of slash writers who were conjoined at the waist. They'd been drawn into different teams for the convention points contest, and were seriously cross that they couldn't join in the game properly when it became necessary for the members of different teams to gather in different locations -- we had to go and find a member of the convention committee to act in the role of Stunt BC1 for the duration of the game.
scarlatti says "I think it's great. I think it's great that you remembered a dream. I think it's great that it was so bizarre.
I think you're working too hard.
But I really do think it's cool".