It was shirts and skins, though I couldn't figure out why as each team had their own side of the net and you could obviously tell which team was which. It was all male, which made me appreciate the 'skins' part and we were all hanging out at this HUGE southern plantation home right on the beach. The ladies were all draped over the railing, reclining in loungers and milling about sipping sweet tea. The waves were crashing ... the breeze was blowing. The ref blew the whistle and the games began. Let me just say that Hertz :hertz: was the ref and boy was he whistle crazy. The sand was flying, the ball was volley-ing, the men were jumping and we (the TPF Chicks) were yelling and cheering ... till Bace jumped up, spiked the ball and made Hertz swallow the whistle. After that, whenever Hertz tried to speak, he sounded like the Gofer from Winnie the Pooh with an impediment that had us all howling. Now, obviously this was a dream and what made me realize it was dream was that I was a perfect size 6 with awesome blonde hair. I'm going to have to check out the artsy thread and see how many faces were actually TPFers. Some people looked like their avatars ... Voodoocat and Ferny I recall, and Verbal with his hat cocked and grinning slyly. Allison, though still pregnant, was very happy and surrounded by several snack plates of grapes and cheese and someone was fanning her with a huge palm frond. It was funky, to say the least. Not a camera to be seen for miles, either. No, I'm not using illicit drugs and no, I am not presently inhabiting a rubber room. I had an eventful day and was just plum tuckered out last night. Anyway, it was great to see the TPF gang at the beach! Anyone else have any kooky dream sequences to share?