The Strangest Dream

Wherein 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?