The Strangest Dream
Jul. 16th, 2011 08:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanWherein a previously innocent function on my phone transported me to the back seat of Beth Massie's car - in a strip mall in a Canadian city. There was a man with her whom I knew slightly but was not Cortney Skinner. They were involved in some sort of business negotiations in the front seat of the cat when I appeared in the back.
I try desperately to make the phone take me back, but succeed only in calling some unknown number, where the person yells at me incoherently.
Wherein I get out to walk and calm down, and met Keith DeCandido in the park alongside, where he was upset at something Jean Krevor had said/done. Hrm. In Canada? Apparently, there's a convention in town? (ahhh. Must be Polaris.) When I finished talking to him, Beth and car had gone, abandoning me - and taking my cell phone, my only chance to get home.
Scene-change to the hotel where the convention is being held, wherein I wander, looking for people a) I know and b) I think can help me. In this instance, that's Arwen Rosenbaum and Peter Dougherty, although that may be because I figure a Canadian convention should be able to find those two for me...
But no. Lots of random people and a straggly-looking art show and gaming room, and a decent bar, and a few faces I know, but nobody useful. And meanwhile, without my phone I am totally cut off from...everything.
I finally think I hear Arwen's voice coming from a hotel room. But no, just someone who sounds like her...but her roommate knows who I'm talking about, and where to find them, yay! They will leave a note in my room...wait, when did I get a hotel room?
Of course, there's no guarantee they'll be able to help either, and I'm still trapped in Canada without a passport....
And then I wake up.
Brain, WTH?
I try desperately to make the phone take me back, but succeed only in calling some unknown number, where the person yells at me incoherently.
Wherein I get out to walk and calm down, and met Keith DeCandido in the park alongside, where he was upset at something Jean Krevor had said/done. Hrm. In Canada? Apparently, there's a convention in town? (ahhh. Must be Polaris.) When I finished talking to him, Beth and car had gone, abandoning me - and taking my cell phone, my only chance to get home.
Scene-change to the hotel where the convention is being held, wherein I wander, looking for people a) I know and b) I think can help me. In this instance, that's Arwen Rosenbaum and Peter Dougherty, although that may be because I figure a Canadian convention should be able to find those two for me...
But no. Lots of random people and a straggly-looking art show and gaming room, and a decent bar, and a few faces I know, but nobody useful. And meanwhile, without my phone I am totally cut off from...everything.
I finally think I hear Arwen's voice coming from a hotel room. But no, just someone who sounds like her...but her roommate knows who I'm talking about, and where to find them, yay! They will leave a note in my room...wait, when did I get a hotel room?
Of course, there's no guarantee they'll be able to help either, and I'm still trapped in Canada without a passport....
And then I wake up.
Brain, WTH?
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Date: 2011-07-16 12:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-16 03:47 pm (UTC)Also, had no idea you knew Peter and Arwen.
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Date: 2011-07-17 01:10 pm (UTC)Also, had no idea you knew Peter and Arwen.
*snork* For years and years and years...
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Date: 2011-07-17 12:12 am (UTC)...
What? I can freakin' try, right? Oh, sure, I've nothing to entice you like work or a con or payment or anything but hey I dream about the lottery too so :P neeeha.
(lol)
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Date: 2011-07-17 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-17 01:08 pm (UTC)