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I had a strange Misha/convention dream last night and it's not really amazing or anything but I want to write it all down.
It started off with me having attended a Friday and Saturday of a Supernatural convention, which went pretty non-eventful, but then for some reason I decided to go home before Sunday. When I got 'home' I realized OH SHIT, Misha was on Sunday! I had to get back to the convention center, but it was 6 hours away and I was stuck at my cousin's house (in my dream, this was 6 hours from the neareset convention, but in reality they don't live that distance from any of them, but lol DREAM. Also, yes, this is "pregnant hipster cousin" who is now "hipster cousin mom" but I'm not going to change her tag). It was midnight so all the public transit to the trains stations and airports had stopped running so I had to desperately plead with my family to give me a ride back to the convention center.
My uncle refuses and we get into an awkward conversation where I'm just like "BUT MISHA COLLINS" and he's like "WHO??" and I made no progress, but eventually my cousin agrees. I show up back at their house a few hours later and my cousin and I take off to the convention. Only instead of just giving me a ride, she wants to ATTEND even though she's never seen a single episode of Supernatural.
On the way I keep drinking coffee and coke and energy shots and all this crap because I don't want to pass out while meeting Misha. Once we actually get there I start having to craftily sneak my cousin into events because she doesn't have a ticket. Some things are harder than others. Any panels with actors is pretty much impossible, but for some reason this Supernatural convention was also screening Firefly and sneaking her into that was super easy.
Anyway, the sneaking continues and finally it's my turn with Misha. Suddenly in my dream I realize I've won the lottery, so I decide to take advantage of this and buy one hundred autographs to give out to all my online friends. This also gives me several minutes alone to talk to Misha. I tell him what I'm doing and he says it's really nice of me to be using my lottery winnings to treat my friends like that. I get a little bit awkward and I explain to him that not all of his fans think I'm a very nice person. I tell him about the incident involving A Very Stonehenge Christmas and how people are mad at me and calling me terrible names because of it all.
Misha looks me in the eyes and says "they're wrong. You're a good person."
I start to cry.
After a few minutes of sobbing I tell him I'm also going to donate the $5,000 required to go to Haiti and he says he'll see me there and he smiles and winks at me.
I then walk away crying and holding my giant stack of autographs.
Then my cat woke me up by kneading at my back and I looked at the clock and it was almost 2:30 in the afternoon so here I am. Ta da. End of story.
It started off with me having attended a Friday and Saturday of a Supernatural convention, which went pretty non-eventful, but then for some reason I decided to go home before Sunday. When I got 'home' I realized OH SHIT, Misha was on Sunday! I had to get back to the convention center, but it was 6 hours away and I was stuck at my cousin's house (in my dream, this was 6 hours from the neareset convention, but in reality they don't live that distance from any of them, but lol DREAM. Also, yes, this is "pregnant hipster cousin" who is now "hipster cousin mom" but I'm not going to change her tag). It was midnight so all the public transit to the trains stations and airports had stopped running so I had to desperately plead with my family to give me a ride back to the convention center.
My uncle refuses and we get into an awkward conversation where I'm just like "BUT MISHA COLLINS" and he's like "WHO??" and I made no progress, but eventually my cousin agrees. I show up back at their house a few hours later and my cousin and I take off to the convention. Only instead of just giving me a ride, she wants to ATTEND even though she's never seen a single episode of Supernatural.
On the way I keep drinking coffee and coke and energy shots and all this crap because I don't want to pass out while meeting Misha. Once we actually get there I start having to craftily sneak my cousin into events because she doesn't have a ticket. Some things are harder than others. Any panels with actors is pretty much impossible, but for some reason this Supernatural convention was also screening Firefly and sneaking her into that was super easy.
Anyway, the sneaking continues and finally it's my turn with Misha. Suddenly in my dream I realize I've won the lottery, so I decide to take advantage of this and buy one hundred autographs to give out to all my online friends. This also gives me several minutes alone to talk to Misha. I tell him what I'm doing and he says it's really nice of me to be using my lottery winnings to treat my friends like that. I get a little bit awkward and I explain to him that not all of his fans think I'm a very nice person. I tell him about the incident involving A Very Stonehenge Christmas and how people are mad at me and calling me terrible names because of it all.
Misha looks me in the eyes and says "they're wrong. You're a good person."
I start to cry.
After a few minutes of sobbing I tell him I'm also going to donate the $5,000 required to go to Haiti and he says he'll see me there and he smiles and winks at me.
I then walk away crying and holding my giant stack of autographs.
Then my cat woke me up by kneading at my back and I looked at the clock and it was almost 2:30 in the afternoon so here I am. Ta da. End of story.