The stress is getting to me
I had a dream Sunday night that I was at ACEN along with my underclassman cello players from high school and another girl. Us and this other chick led the entire convention goers in an epic battle to save the world from an evil shapeshifting space alien that could infect our minds with insanity.
I just remembered that I was wandering, trying to get to a panel all weekend long when I kept on shifting into strange alternative fantasy worlds. Somehow I killed the alien's final form in the one of the dreams/hallucinations (while trying to keep a Lina Inverse top on my chest which wasn't working because tube tops are a big no no for me.) and made it to the convention hall. But the panel was canceled because 14 other con goes had died.
So we all held a Star Trek funeral, complete with bagpipes and kilts. Because vulcan ears somehow look hotter with all of us in kilts. Yeah. I don't understand that logic either.
Anyway I need to just buy my dang ACEN plane tickets.
I just remembered that I was wandering, trying to get to a panel all weekend long when I kept on shifting into strange alternative fantasy worlds. Somehow I killed the alien's final form in the one of the dreams/hallucinations (while trying to keep a Lina Inverse top on my chest which wasn't working because tube tops are a big no no for me.) and made it to the convention hall. But the panel was canceled because 14 other con goes had died.
So we all held a Star Trek funeral, complete with bagpipes and kilts. Because vulcan ears somehow look hotter with all of us in kilts. Yeah. I don't understand that logic either.
Anyway I need to just buy my dang ACEN plane tickets.