In one, I remember seeing myself in a sweater and noticing that
- It seemed a bit chilly.
- The rendering of the sweater was more realistic than I recalled seeing in SL.
This morning, I had a strange dream during a nap. I could see IMs appearing before my eyes, but knew I wasn't online, so I must be dreaming... but I still felt that I should respond to them somehow.
I have no idea what it means.
P.S. The title is a quote from the immortal (but, alas, no longer among us) Lord Buckley's monologue "God's Own Drunk." If you've not experienced his work, I hope you'll check it out.