The other dream I had last night was really, really weird and recursive.
I dreamed that I woke up, here, in Indianapolis in 2010, and the whole html/world-wide-web thing had been a dream. No Tim Berners-Lee. No www.bigcorporation.com web addresses on everything. No Amazon. No YouTube. No, you can't haz cheeseburger. The word "meme" was still an obscure bit of jargon that had never been insidiously spread from mind to mind by means of weblogs, because there weren't any of those, either.
I mean there were computers and modems and whatnot but it was all still dialup bulletin boards and Usenet newsgroups and ASCII porn, just like in the old days. I was trying to explain to the in-dream Bobbi that, no, for the last fifteen years or so we'd had pictures and even streaming video. Can you imagine trying to explain the rise and fall of awful blinkie-text- and animated-.gif-strewn GeoCities homepages to somebody in a dream?
Anyhow, there was still a blogmeet today, but it was not the same crowd as... did any of y'all ever go meet a bunch of people from a dialup BBS back in, say, the late '80s? Let's just say that the crowd trended even weirder than your average group of bloggers these days. The scarf-and-fedora wearing Doctor Who nerds were the normal end of the group and things got progressively dorkier as you went down the row of tables at the Applebee's until you got to the twitchy kid in the corner that was being looked at askance by even the guys debating the grammar of Hamlet in Klingon.
I was so pleased to discover that I hadn't actually woken up after all.