I was just wondering if anyone had dreams about their internet friends or journal people who they haven't seen a picture of but they know it's them. I'm asking this because for the past couple weeks I've had dreams about 3 different internet friends. the scary thing is that ethan [one of my internet friends] was in my dream last night and he showed me his picture today. he looked exactly how he looked in the dream! I just find this freaky. please tell me your stories.

-Ms. Bito [my nickname by ethan..heh] enter the darkness

-- Anonymous, April 05, 2000

Answers

Like that line in The Matrix "maybe you need to unplug for a while".

I have never dreamt about cyberspace friends only meatspace friends. Actualy I dreamt I was working at my current workplace about a month before I started there and about a week before I applied for the job.

-- Anonymous, April 06, 2000

I've had several dreams involving other journallers... They're usually just scenery, or I'll be talking about their journal or something they said in their journal.... but I have had TWO dreams about slumber parties. One was a slumber party with all the girls in a mailing list that I am on (one girl is from Iceland..I believe she traveled the farthest to get to this slumber party)... and another dream about a journaller slumber party. (But Pamie wasn't there... see, she's too busy for me even in my DREAMS. heheh)

-- Anonymous, April 06, 2000

Yes, I've dreamed about Pamie. In my dream, I was at home, apparently on a Friday night, with my husband, and we were bored. I decided to call Pamie and Eric to see what they were doing, thinking if they weren't busy, maybe we could go visit them. Even in my dream, the back of my mind knew it was a bad idea and kept yelling, "Pamie and Eric don't know you, idiot!", but I ignored the little voice of reason and called anyway.

Pamie was, to say the least, surprised to hear from me, but very polite anyway, as I'm sure she would be in real life. I put her on the spot and asked what she and Eric were up to, and she reluctantly stammered out that they weren't doing much, so I blurted, "Great! Can we come over?"

Too polite to say what she really wanted to say, Pamie responded, "Uhhhhh....okaaaaaay...I guess so..." but I knew that she was probably holding the phone out and making whatthefuck? gestures to Eric. Not wanting to give her time to change her mind, I said, "Okay! We're coming from GA, so it will probably take us about an hour (???) to get there. See you in a little while!" and we took off.

Next thing I know, we're knocking on their door. We have to knock a few times, but we can hear them whispering on the other side of the door, so we know they're in there. Finally, a rather pale Pamie opens the door with a grimace-like smile and invites us in. My husband and I immediately start in with the talking. Talking, talking, talking, very fast about everything all at once, both of us at the same time. Pamie and Eric exchanged many nervous, exhausted glances.

At some point, Pamie excuses herself to go check on the cats, because they haven't been around for a while. Eric sits with us, looking grim, as we continue to hit him with a barrage of blather. He finally excuses himself to check on Pamie. They both reappear shortly and tell us they're sorry, but we're going to have to leave. The cats weren't feeling well, they told us.

As we were saying our long goodbyes, and thank you's, and saying how great it was to see them, etc., Pamie and Eric kept brave smiles on their faces, because they knew it would all be over soon. As soon as we stepped over the threshold, they yelled, "Goodbye!" and slammed the door. I heard the deadbolt turn. We wondered if perhaps they hadn't liked us, and decided that next time we would have to allow them a chance to talk.

Don't worry, Pamie. I would never really do that to you. And not just because I don't know where you live, have your number, or enough money for the gas it would take to drive there. I wouldn't do it because I'm just not that kind of person. I was actually having a twisted nightmare about what we fear getting at our house the most - Unwanted Drop In Guests who won't shut up and stay forever. We recently discovered neighbors who have forced themselves upon us and cling until we have to feign death (thanks for the idea, Gary Larson)so they will get the hint and leave. I guess Pamie was really on my mind at that particular time.

Oh yeah, and there was one more dream, where Pamie and Eric's comedy troupe was performing at the Oscars, and somehow I had snagged a front row ticket to the show. I saw Pamie helping to set up the stage, and yelled, "Pamie! It's me! Lisa E.!" She graciously came over, shook my hand and sat in the empty seat next to me for a second (because I'm sure there are plenty of empties in the front row of the Academy Awards). When it was time for her to take the stage, I asked if there was anything I could do to help, and she said there would be tons of white fabric all over the floor when the skit was done, and I could help them clean it up.

I was so excited, and as soon as the skit was over (I missed the actual performance because I was sneaking around to get backstage, so I don't know why white cloth was involved) I went to work. I could have sworn the curtains had been closed when I started, but at some point they had opened and I realized I was standing in a full-on bendover position, with my ass facing the audience, which of course consisted of nothing but cool as hell celebrities. When I saw them, I realized that none of them looked too happy to be staring at my big ass, so I scooted offstage where Pamie was having to apologize to a bunch of mad people, "I know, I know, but what could I do? She reads Squishy every day, and she wanted to help. I didn't have the heart to tell her no, and I didn't know she was going to show everyone her ass! Geez!"

Hmmm...notice how in both of these dreams I'm a total dork? What's up with that?

-- Anonymous, April 06, 2000

I am almost too embarrased to admit this, because I don't want to look like a stalker freak, but I did dream about Pamie. Once. It was right after she wrote about her skin being so wonderful. I dreamt that we were riding in the back seat of some car and we were packed in like four people in the backseat. We were drinking miller lite and singing. We hit a bump in the road and I had to put my hand down on Pamie's thigh to brace myself. I remember thinking that she was right, she had the softest skin ever! This is the bad part......I remember that I liked my hand on Pamie's thigh!

I swear, I am a straight, married woman! No really!

-- Anonymous, April 06, 2000

Thanks, mis, I feel better now. I was worried my dreams made me sound like a Pamie stalker, but I can honestly say I haven't grabbed her thigh in any of them. I cracked up when I read your post.

Of course, tonight I'll probably have some total lesbian dream about Pamie, so then I'll be the biggest freak again. Sadly, I fear my husband would be thrilled if I dreamed about some hot girl on girl action. I will never figure out why men are so gung-ho about the idea of women with women. I've tried to explain to him, "Honey, if I decided to start having sex with women, that would make me a lesbian." He nods enthusiastically. "If I'm a lesbian, then what the heck would I want you around for?" Furrowed brow, head scratch. "You could be the kind of lesbian who still wants to have sex with her husband, I guess." Yeah, I hear there are a lot of those around. Problem is, they're all on Jerry Springer!

Sorry, getting off topic. I'm so doomed to have a Pamie dream tonight now. Sorry Pamie. I'll try to be a good girlfriend to you.

-- Anonymous, April 06, 2000

wow...most of you have dreamed of pamie!! I guess I haven't been reading her journal long enough to get it in my memory. heh...the only journaller I've dreamt of was charlene but I doubt any of you know her. she does uglygeek.com? heh. well, I also saw laurie [of memory and desire's] webpage in a dream, but she wasn't in it. I was just at my computer and went "wow, laurie updated!!"

daniel..that work related dream...wow!! I've never had something that freaky happen. I do hear some people can read the future in dreams though. I'm just not one of them!

-- Anonymous, April 06, 2000

I've had two dreams about Pamie, and both of them were Scooby Doo dreams. You know, where we had to save some kids from the evil professor who had them locked in the haunted factory? That sort of thing. My dog talks in my dreams, and he's part of our gang. Me, Pamie, and my dog. We're going to get our own Saturday morning cartoon show. (But I think we're supposed to keep that kind of hush hush for now, so you didn't hear it from me.) I think there will be wacky hijinx with Taylor and Cal, although I'm not sure they'll be able to talk. Just my dog talks. Well, Pamie and I talk, too, but there's nothing really remarkable about that.

Damn, I need a nap.

-- Anonymous, April 06, 2000

I've had dreams about online journallers, I just never admit it to them out of shame and complete and utter embarrassment. Strangely enough, I've been in 4 dreams according to my cyberfriends. Or so I've been told. I lived upstairs to one girl, somehow visited another one who lives 2000 miles away, got married to a 'Thomas' in another (?), and had my legs not complemented in yet another. Eeep. I sneak into people's subconscious.

-- Anonymous, April 06, 2000

Lisa E.....glad I could make you feel better. (as for the thigh grabbing,it was the miller lite, I swear)

-- Anonymous, April 07, 2000

I've been getting occaisional e-mail from an amalgam of online galpals who call themselves "The Insane Bus and Coach Posse". Their yahoo profile shows them as a group of girls that are incarcerated in an unnamed penal institution. Their occupation is listed as licence plate manufacture.

Occaisionally, they spam me with the odd sexual fantasy or explicit description of what they would do to me if I had the balls enough to show up for a conjugal visit. It's fun to fantacise on, and occaisionaly, I'll use it as "soup stock" for a fictional story.

In reality, "The Posse" is made up of four young women who are real good friends o/l. One is a semi-celeb and can't use her name o/l. When they post messages in the clubs, it's easier for them to go anaonymous as "The Posse".

So I'm guilty of daydreaming about some of my internet friends. It helps pass the time,as a diversion.

The Greyhounder

-- Anonymous, April 11, 2000

I had the WEIRDEST dream last night. I dreamt of Anita, from Anita's LOL (I *THINK* that's what one of her sites is called) Okee, mind you, I've ONLY seen her posts in forums, I have only glanced at her stuff, and I've NEVER EVER seen a picture of her. I think I was reading the great menstruation debate at Bad Hair Days, and that's what sparked this.

Anyway, she called me to tell me she was picking me up for some sort of journalers convention (P.S. I don't even have my own journal) She said she'd be there in 5 minutes or something... so I see her little red car pull up from inside my house, and have to finish up a few things... after about 5 minutes, the car pulls away.

I call her back (how she made it back home in 30 seconds, I'll never know) and she agrees to come swing by again, but this time she's walking the two miles.

I'm gonna have to go check out her site now :) But Jesus, I feel like a big big freak. :)

-- Anonymous, April 11, 2000