You know you’ve gone
bonkers when you
dream about
noders. Not
sexually, mind you, or anything of the sort, just a
noder in your
dream.
Last night, dear ole
mkb was in my dream. I think I was having
coffee with him or something in this
bar and restaurant kind of setting. The walls around us where dark brown wood and there were the sounds of clinking
glasses and
people talking. The lighting was dim, and it reminded me of the place
BAP went to in
Harvard Square.
Not much really happened, and I don’t remember there being musch
dialogue, but I knew that is was
mkb. I think, just once, I asked about why he changed his nick from
proj2501 to
mkb. I don’t remember getting an answer.