I was sitting on the bed in the bedroom, using my husband’s
laptop (that hasn’t actually been
connected to the net since we moved). I could hear the
shower running in the next room. I was
noding. I had come up with the most
brilliant idea for a node. Something no one else had written about -- something upon which I was the
ultimate authority. The node was
fabulous. It was my first node and I was getting
C!’s and lots of
upvotes. But then it disappeared and I got that message saying an
editor had
deleted it. So, I re-edited the node, cut out the parts I thought I could live without, added to the weaker parts. Perfection! I posted the node again in its new and improved form, and the same thing happened again. Tons of upvotes, then the node was deleted. This
cycle repeated itself several times,
and then I woke up.
What an
odd thing to
dream about – and
I’ve only been here a few days!