Night before last, I had a series of short-snippet type dreams, and one of them featured prominently a player I have never met in person:

I'm with a friend, entering a barn that is the venue for a pre-school end-of-year play. There's a little raw wood stage, and some hay-bales to sit on for the first few rows, and then about ten rows of wooden folding chairs- my friend and I choose the row all the way in the back, and sit down with our programs.

The two of us are admiring the cute children's drawings in the program, and the seats are quickly filling up when another pair of people take the seats right next to me- looking up, I recognize the face- it's Piratey Monkey!
"Piratey Monkey?!?" I exclaim.
"Anna One?"
"I can't believe it's you in person!" Piratey's friend looks totally confused.
My friend leans over with a look of amusement, saying, "The infamous Piratey Monkey?" because, naturally, she's heard all about her. Piratey and I give each other a bemused hug, when the curtain goes up, and the kids divert our attention.

[Not much about the content of the kids play actually seemed to get through in this dream... for the next thing I know:]
The play is over. My friend and I are chattering away about how cute so-and-so was, and 'didn't the kids do a great job with the whats-it' when I realize that Ms. Monkey and friend have left. I excuse myself to my friend, and make for the big barn doors.

Outside, in the courtyard of the pre-school, I look around for Piratey, but to no avail- she has left the building. Dissapointed, I light up a cigarette (how inappropriate, obviously my waking brain doesn't frequent pre-schools) and wait for my friend to join me, and I wake up.