I had an ENWorldish dream once.
See, there's this bar I pass on the way to work called "Henry VIII: Topless Go-Go Dancers." Yeah, don't ask; I drive through some interesting neighborhoods on my way to work (what do you expect; I live in Detroit!) Anyway, it has this picture of Henry VIII that looks a lot like our former Admin's illustrious avatar.
So I had a dream one night that I was in "Henry VIII" and it was like some kind of ENWorld gameday; folks were sitting around tables playing D&D, mostly. It was kinda dark and smoky inside, and Henry the moderator was walking around all over the place. Of course, this Henry the moderator looked (and dressed) exactly like Henry VIII including the jaunty cap, big puffy sleeves, codpiece; the whole nine yards. And, of course, he had a topless girl on each arm following him around, lighting his cigars, etc.
I was wandering around the bar trying to find my game, but I kept bumping into Henry and his gals instead, and he kept trying to tempt me with girls instead of gaming. For some reason, I kept turning him down because I had this burning imperative to find my game.
DAMN YOU, subconscious mind! Next time, just TAKE THE GIRLS AND FORGET THE GAME!!!