Rooting for the Gazelles

I had a fun dream the other night, which I'll tell you about now. Don't worry; there's no "screwing."

I dreamed I was reading a review of the new ELO Greatest Hits CD (which, I'm positive, was prompted by my real-life reading of a real-life review on copacetic zine, and, incidentally, if you go there, and check out Mike's blog (which I do frequently) you'll see an unnecessarily flattering reference to us, which surprised the hell out of us, and made us blush). In the review, the author referred to a much-acclaimed ELO record called Stop Shooting the Robot.
As far as I know, ELO never released a record called Stop Shooting the Robot. I didn't do any research, but I'm pretty sure.

For some reason, I seemed to wake up right after I dream-read the part of the dream-review that contained that album title, and, of course, I was really amused by it, and I didn't want to forget it, so I felt for and found a pencil and a piece of paper on the nightstand, and in the dark, I wrote "Stop Shooting the Robot." I couldn't see anything in the dark, though, and when I woke up the next morning, I looked at the piece of paper and it was blank! I don't know what happened. Maybe I wasn't pressing hard enough, in my stupor, or maybe I was using the wrong end of the pencil. Luckily, I was able to remember the fake album title.

I'm considering buying the ELO record, incidentally, because Jesus so clearly wants me to have it.