All I'm Saying there's a joke in here somewhere

I've had two dreams over the last couple of months that I have been hanging out at The Pioneer Woman's ranch in Oklahoma. I've never met her before, never even really corresponded, unless you count unreplied-to comments I've put on her site. Sheesh, she gets probably 20,000 hits per day (I really have no idea), so it's not like I'm expecting us to bond or anything.

But it's weird that I'd be having these dreams. In one, I went there on a shopping trip because she and her sister-in-law had started hand-tooling leather and had this amazing gift shop set up. Not that I even shop for hand-tooled leather. Ever. But it was evidently good enough to get me to the middle of the country.

In the most recent one, wolves had been released on their ranch and Marlboro Man was pretty pissed off about it. I figured I'd better just keep my opinons to myself about that. Maybe it has something to do with Idaho selling wolf-hunting tags starting this week. (And remind me once again: do not engage the wackadoos on the local newspaper's website comment section and/or forum.) While my heart is a little distressed about the wolf hunt, my head knows it is probably the best thing for the species' survival in the long run: wolves that run away from people are a lot less likely to be illegally poached than the ones that (currently) stand there and look at you with mild curiosity.

Anyway, I got off track there. Do you ever dream about people from the internet that you've never actually met?