evilhippo | ... I appear to be back on the weird dream wagon

Oh, what a weird dream! I keep tracing it backwards in my mind, and it keeps getting longer and weirder. I think it started at some point with me packing to leave Chicago, and trying to fit all my stuff into small bags. I almost tried to bring my katana home on the airplane, which wouldn't have been a good idea, so I kept running back into the storage room (which was guarded by students all summer) to figure out a way to hide it that the RHs wouldn't notice. Then, at some point, I left because I was already running late for my flight, but somehow ended up in this room somewhere downstairs where we were supposed to be searching for something, which was apparently dinosaur bits in giant bags. Somehow I'd lugged the two heaviest to the elevator, but then Skirtpants showed up and took one. We got on the elevator with the other person in our group, but we were almost over the weight the elevator could take, so we only got as far as the second floor, where the people in the other elevators were heckling us for carrying too much stuff in the elevator. So I handed the other bag to Skirtpants and got off to wait for another elevator. The next one that came slingshotted back up when the doors opened, but when it came back down again I got on and ended up in this large, auditorium-type room. My phone started ringing, but I'd borrowed it from someone else who called themselves :Miho: (punctuation and all) and decided I shouldn't answer it, even though I had this horrible urge to call and make a voice post because things were so weird. Whoever called me started leaving a message about some dragon or something, so I left the phone on the table with all the girls that were giggling about it, and wandered over to... some kind of toy train track or something. I was playing with my camera, which shifted back and forth from being disposable and digital at random, which made it a giant pain to figure out. At some point, I went outside, and things shifted to third person. I'm not sure if I was on the back of Neil Gaiman's motorcycle before or after I was suddenly a homunculus (or controlling a homunculus) battling against Godzilla with a giant piece of parsley in his mouth. The buttons kept falling off my bag and getting stuck in the tires of the motorcycle, though, and at some point I got off, so I think that's when I started battling/photographing Godzilla. Sometimes there was shutter delay, sometimes there wasn't, and eventually, after trying to steer it around by waving my arms at it, somehow I ended up riding a bicycle in the other direction and wondering what I was supposed to do now that I didn't have a soul anymore, even though we'd planned a way to get it back. And, after all, it was fate that whoever I was following/being had been turned into one anyway. I remember thinking "And it's a good thing he's a homunculus now, otherwise when Greed bit him [there was an insert here, manga-style, with Greed making a that-tastes-nasty face and "No!" written on it] he would've died. And so, from here, our hero (because even I'm confused about what POV this is now) ended up in some sort of dog pen filled with a lot of acorns, and after chatting briefly with some sort of anthropomorphic bird, I think, swung himself up onto a wooden patio where he did brief battle with a very angry girl who was trying to keep people away from her father, who apparently lived in the dog house. And was a painter. But it turned out the hero had actually found out where the father's missing painting was (from my omniscient POV, it appears to be in one of the stages of Katamari Damacy). And, um, at some point during the conversation Neil Gaiman showed up again and started yelling at the daughter for being mean and shooting at the hero... and then there was a big musical number that involved a lot of fast-motion sunrise and sunset shots showing how the light changed the colour of the French flag. There was a whole line of dancing authors, and Douglas Adams kept nagging Neil Gaiman for making him do it.