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Monday, February 8, 2010

Strange Convention

     
  
Somehow I knew I was on the way to A-Kon. It was Wes and I with Otis. We were in a big glass elevator that was absolutely bizarre. Instead of just going up and down the building, it went up and down on the outside of the building, and it flipped over the top to go back down the other side. Given my fear of heights, just watching it freaked me out. And for some reason once Wes dropped Otis and I off (why Otis was with me, I don't know), we had to wait in the elevator until my sister got there.

We would stop on the floors and I saw people dressed in their cosplay stuff, and that did make me feel better. I was excited even though I was scared. I was also annoyed with myself because I'd forgotten Otis' leash, so I was going to have to carry him once the elevator stopped (for some reason I knew he wouldn't run off of the elevator).

Then I woke up a little, and when I drifted back to sleep, I was in the elevator, but Otis wasn't there anymore. Instead I was in it with Melissa and her ex husband and kids. Strangely, though, her ex wasn't the same guy. Same name, but he was Indian, and so while her son looked the same for some reason, her daughter looked younger and looked like she was Indian. It was like one child looked like Mel and the other looked like the dad who wasn't exactly the dad. Very odd.

We were all stuck on the elevator for the night, but the elevator had become huge - it was more like an old storehouse or something than an elevator, and we were all trying to find comfortable spots to sleep in. Then finally the alarm saved me from any further bizarre dreams.

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