nightmares of a cosplayer
so I had this dream where I went to a con, but instead of its usual location, it was on a really rocky, wet and rainy island.
We were inside this room/hall similar to those in Japanese gradeschools where they change their shoes at their lockers. The wood was a deep mahogany, and there were tons of people bustling about.
I remember trying to go through various mountain-piles of shoes, looking for both my own and my partner's. I saw some pretty bizarre shoes, let me tell you. Possibly sci-fi.
Once I'd found my partner's shoes, I continued looking for my own. Only, near the end of it all, I looked down at my feet: I had been wearing them for my whole dream. Albeit, some flaps were furry for some reason. Sadly, I learned something else when I stood from my kneeling position:
I was only wearing the belts. And when I say only, I mean only the belts.
My partner quickly found some parts of my outfit that made me somewhat decent, and I carried on looking for a weapon. Someone apparently had a giant sized version of the dagger my character had, so I requested to borrow it for a while.
And at the end my traumatic shortcomings: it wasn't the actual convention. Instead, a "testrun," so to speak.
tl;dr:
My nightmares motivate me to finish shit on time.