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.