I had a dream last night - even stranger than my usual Knot dreams. TK was a large, outdoor venue. Much like a reception site, with a big white tent. There were tables everywhere, and the boards were large books where people were writing their responses to various threads on huge pages in the books. Everyone was milling around, enjoying the gtg, and writing on various thread pages. There must have been a bar somewhere, because we had champagne glasses in our hands and were enjoying beverages. The more lively threads had people lined up to write their responses on the page, and there was a librarian who would check out older volumes to people who wanted to look up what what was said on older, dead threads. It was very strange, but fun because we were all talking, mingling, and recognizing each other from our siggy pics and swapping stories.