Ugh.... Another Bad Dream, LOL
1/12/2007
I forget dreams so easily, so this time I thought I'd get straight up and log into blogger... even though this is a horrible, horrible dream that may leave you cramping with nausea if you have even the remotest point of reference *chuckle*.
In the dream, I was at a Sci-Fi convention dressed in a faux Han Solo outfit with two giant supersoakers for guns under my belt. Everything about the costume was wrong somehow. Purple leather cape. Santa Claus belt. Ugh. I was single, and the only passing flirtations I received was a fat, gay, swinging couple with horrible BO. Together they would have weighted over 1,000 lbs, so no... not very sexy. I did NOT wake up aroused. *chuckle*
Of course, this is standard at a SF convention. Walking into certain social circles at Conestoga (local con) has often reminded me of those bathrooms at the lake. You know, those round outhouses made of tin or fiberglass with the rusty metal toilet seat and who knows what crawling around down there, baking in the sun for weeks at a time. But these wafts of fragrance are much worse, especially when they are eating all of the cheetos in the gamer room, so when they sweat they smell of processed orange cheeze and BO, and whatever they drank last night at a room party, and it's still all on their tee-shirt getting crusty, and the scent literally crawls from their armpits and jams its tentacles into the unsuspecting noses of its victims.
The most frustrating part of the nightmare: in place of the massive, endless junk food table, which is always a feature at cons (and boy do I love those special brownies), the committee of the 'nightmare con' decided to hire caterers this time. A massive food bar full of exotic, healthy things was available for only $3. Sounds great, right? The only trouble was, after spending what seemed like hours digging through to find the 2-3 vegetarian items they had, I ended up spilling everything on the floor. That's when I woke up, in a frozen panic, frightening the hell out of my cats who were sleeping next to me.
My apologies for any stereotyping here. It seemed funny somehow at 5:57 in the morning. Plus I haven't posted regularly in awhile, so it seemed appropriate to do a bit of dream journalling here. In any case, yes, I've been to a few conventions, and yes I will go to more. I love them when all the elements are present. But you have been warned. There are small pockets of SF cons that are the real-world equivalent of the 'Bog of Eternal Stench.' If you are attending a convention this year, be prepared.
Cheers.
Labels: conventions, dreams
posted by novachild @ Friday, January 12, 2007,
