In my dreams
I had the weirdest dream last night.
It's origins comprise stress induced from the speech I gave today, hitches in making my cosplay costume, rereading the Hellsing manga for god knows what time, some random nonsense, and the generic sleep deprivation.
I was visiting home (this coming weekend,,,you know how time is in dreams). And I was desperately trying to get my costume together because I had to meet the car that was going down to AX...in the middle of winter. Of course I missed it and began a strange quest to southern California with my sister, trying to collect individual pieces of my costume that I had left in different places when I came up to Nor Cal to visit home. All the while there was some malevolent force trying to stop me. It was like some video game with those pointless little missions that you have to complete to proceed. I spent an extensive period of time to find the right color of spray paint out of a selection of 4 colors - hoping against hope that the right colors would show up. There was also the generic parking garage scene and trouble with an elevator.
Anyhow, it has made me really anxious all day.
Silly really, but I won't be happy until I have my spray paint.
It's origins comprise stress induced from the speech I gave today, hitches in making my cosplay costume, rereading the Hellsing manga for god knows what time, some random nonsense, and the generic sleep deprivation.
I was visiting home (this coming weekend,,,you know how time is in dreams). And I was desperately trying to get my costume together because I had to meet the car that was going down to AX...in the middle of winter. Of course I missed it and began a strange quest to southern California with my sister, trying to collect individual pieces of my costume that I had left in different places when I came up to Nor Cal to visit home. All the while there was some malevolent force trying to stop me. It was like some video game with those pointless little missions that you have to complete to proceed. I spent an extensive period of time to find the right color of spray paint out of a selection of 4 colors - hoping against hope that the right colors would show up. There was also the generic parking garage scene and trouble with an elevator.
Anyhow, it has made me really anxious all day.
Silly really, but I won't be happy until I have my spray paint.