I had a dream last night that I was out eating dinner with Poobie, Sarah Adair, and several other people. We were talking about something or other, when I said, "Hang on a minute," then half-stood up and let go with a HUGE fart. I said "excuse me" and sat back down, and Sarah gave one of those "Well, I never!" gasps and hit me on the arm. Then she caught a whiff of it, covered her nose, hit me two more times, and got up and ran away.
I woke up from this one giggling like a schoolgirl. Hell, I'm sitting here now laughing my ass off. Does that make me immature?
And by the way, the only reason I do this is because I don't usually remember my dreams beyond a general impression of "good, "bad", or "weird". I remember them vividly when I first wake up, but usually all the details have faded by the time I get to work. I only write them down in my journal when something about the dream makes it stick in my head. I don't know what it is that makes some of them stick and others fade away, but I figure maybe by writing them down and examining them, I'll get some ideas. So you don't have to read them if you don't feel like it. And I've got a suspicion that after this one I'll have some takers on that.