Whoa

[evilhippo]

If I could even begin to make sense of my dream, I'd write it down. As of right now it involves (from what I can remember) a house trip downtown, dysfunctional valet parking, and this weird convention that was sort of Ikasucon but only because it wasn't ACen. And I was following someone from my floor to where the car was supposed to be parked and someone else was following behind us and we were making dorky jokes about making the group into three (which, I kid you not, included something about posns and define-struct and several other scheme terms, maybe even the joke "I suppose we could cons you onto our group." Really, subconscious, do you have to be that dorky?! Well... at least I was the one standing there thinking "I'm not going to make the define-struct joke, because it's too dorky...") Then we stood there and drew pictures and sang some sort of weird song that resulted in me running off to find a shopping cart, and we were trying to draw pictures of Hawkeye's guns. Then I finally decided to talk to the poor Roy Mustang cosplayer that had been stuck in the middle of all this. I asked him how he made his costume, and I kept screwing up the names of the people (I think I called Riza Winry, and Winry Jessica somehow), then I blamed it on the fact that we'd been watching the dub. For some reason as I was talking to him I slowly realized that the guy who was cosplaying Roy Mustang was actually the swim coach here, and he shrank down to the size he was supposed to be and his cosplay was slowly replaced by normal clothes and he was trying to show me the bandaid over his eye but I was distracted by the bright yellow ACen shirt he was wearing. Then we finally left and went inside the room where our other friend was, and she was dancing around this room filled with a group of nuns (mostly in pink and pale green, for some reason) and dancing around this shopping cart singing about how she could play the Rocky Horror Picture Show on guitar with her tongue. And she was licking the shopping cart, and calling it David Bowie or something. (WEIRDEST. DREAM IMAGE. EVER.) So we were standing there and the nuns were telling us how usually there were more colours around and they didn't want to look like a cult but most of the other people hadn't shown up so they were mostly green. Then my RH knocked on the door and woke me up. Which was good, because I had no idea that it was 11:30 already. Silly sleep schedule.