the dream of too much travel stress
Well that was a stress dream.
I was supposed to be traveling. But I hadn't packed. So I had to do it at the last minute. And then I missed my flight. And kinda blew that off and went on a quest through an unfamiliar city for a restaurant with my phone failing to give me useful maps. And people failing to give me helpful directions. Then I ended up in a little weirdly-laid-out ramshackle house renting a room for the night. And started dropping bags and having stuff go everywhere. And then my iPad was chock full of malware and wasn't even turning off properly when I tried to reset it because ads were popping up instead. Oh and also there was a barely understandable phone call from an Australian person I was apparently supposed to be sharing a hotel room with who I was of course not there to pay for what with missing my plane.
I crawled onto the bed with Nick to try and destress by hugging him and he poked me in the forehead with a mechanical pencil when we tried. Put that away and I cuddled him and bawled like a baby.
And then I woke up.
I wonder if this is related to the fact that I have four weekends in a row coming up with some kind of convention stuff happening on each of them. I'm not looking forwards to flying to DC, coming back and visiting the airport for a couple panels, flying out to SF, then doing a con here in the city. Quite possibly. I'm not looking forwards to those weeks and will be pretty wiped out after them. Need to plan my cons better next year.
There may be other factors, too. It's getting colder at night which always means bad dreams for me until I adjust the temperature of the bedroom. And of course my mom is still dead. I had a moment not too long before going to bed last night where that thought sprawled across my mind and I just kinda sighed.
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