Fannish Dreams Are Bad For Me

[flambeau]

See, I'd apparently won some sort of spend-a-day-with-JC thingy. JC was very sweet, though he wore that scarf-and-sunglasses combo that makes him look like my grandmother. Turned out, though, that the whole event was on a train, and JC was supposed to be interviewed by a lot of people, and I spent most of the time lying on a floor somewhere talking with Carlos and sorting papers and then running up and down the train looking for JC, who had a tendency to wander into the wrong compartment and start talking to people who were not at all the journalists waiting to interview him. Carlos was apparently quite happy to get someone to help with the JC-herding, especially as there would be a photo shoot later.

Then I was in my parents' house and supposed to bring Justin to the photo shoot, except the bathroom kept flooding, and the only clothes in the house were all green velour. It wasn't a stress dream, mind, more of a profound exasperation dream. Even in my dreams, I can't get Justin and JC together. My father kept making conversation with Justin, and Justin looked more and more nervous, and the phone rang and it was Carlos saying where the hell are you and then I woke up.

Strongly suspect I don't have a future as a personal assistant.