In that weird half waking time early in the morning (where all the dreams I remember happen) I had a dream that I got to meet some of you! There was a meetup in London, and somehow I had the time/money/babysitter to catch a last minute flight over to meet some of you. There were about six, but the only one I remember for sure is Jennyapples, because London. We met on the roof of a bookstore, hung out and chatted on some nice cushions, then went to a spice market. I introduced myself as [real name] and then panicked because no one knew my name and I couldn't remember my screen name. That's about it, but I woke up thinking how much fun we would all have together. I are jealous of meet ups!