Manual versus Automated Responses

I had a dream last night, really this morning, as I've had to shift my sleep schedule to a 3rd-shift cycle in order to get all the night photography I need to do done. Anyway, I had a dream, where (f)AD and I were arguing about something. We were an apartment she and THO shared. At one point in the dream, I told her, That's not fair, Christine, and you know it!

We both stood frozen, shocked. I find it peculiar, I've only made that verbal slip three times, although I used to constantly confuse Christine's and Priceless Pearl's names. Certainly never in a dream.

Huh.

From my bio on Photo Net:

By a bizarre series of misunderstandings on par with Three's Company, my girlfriend's family came to believe I collect antique cameras. Four gift-giving holidays and one retired great-aunt-in-law later, I succumbed to serendipity and learned how to shoot a roll of film. That was 2001.

2001? Damn, that means I've been into this for five years now. That's a pretty serious amount of time to be indulging in this kind of obsession.