Another weird dream... →[More:]I dreamed that I moved to New York City, to the way way way upper East side...like...190th street, or something. And there was an apartment building there, and everyone in the apartment building was a member of MetaFilter. We had our own building, just for us. I walked up the marble steps and opened the glass door leading to the foyer of the first floor, and the first door on the right had a large gold nameplate in the middle of it, that said MATTEO on it, in all uppercase letters. Underneath that it said Certified Public Accountant. The door was really ornate and heavy, and painted in a sort of fleshtone bandaid color. I remember being very impressed by it.

I walked to the second floor, because that's where my apartment was. I saw a door that said amberglow on it - he had written his name using a sharpie on white paper, and had stuck it over the brass nameplate. The door next to his had my name on it, and as I was walking up to it, DaShiv appeared out of nowhere and kept taking pictures of me, which really made me mad. I covered my face with the hood of my sweatshirt, and told him to leave me alone. Amberglow and jonmc and dame and languagehat were all there in the hall, standing in a line, waiting to go to a cafeteria or something. I remember thinking it was funny that everyone used their usernames on their doors instead of their real names. Everyone kept asking me who I was but I wouldn't tell them that I was iconomy - I was embarrassed to say who I was, although I'm not sure why. I kept the hood over my face.

I kept waiting for Matteo to come out of his apartment, but he never did. Suddenly I was in the cafeteria line too, right behind jonmc, who kept asking who I was. He told me that I had to get out of line if I wasn't a member of metafilter. Then jonmc turned into my husband, and he stood in front of me in line, and kept making weird, ugly faces at me. So rude!