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Jun. 9th, 2008 02:39 amSo I sleeped. That was nice. I had some amazingly vivid dreams. At one point I realised I was dreaming and decided to do things on purpose, like fly and find someone to chat up. The flying thing worked... sort of. If flying at about head height and strolling speed counts. Not as if I really wanted to go anywhere anyway, so it was just sort of floating more than flying. And then there was a someone... I can't remember who. Possibly Buffy? Someone with hands that had clearly done a lot of fighting and felt tough like weapons as well as soft and hand like. She held on to me and towed me along like a balloon. It was very sweet.
... yeah, yeah, also strange. ANYway...
I woke up for a bit and got bread and water. The bread I bought this afternoon is already a bit blah, which is why I don't usually buy it, but the Most Shoppers Ever had totally locust the bread I wanted, so I got a hedgehog loaf instead. And I'm sure you're all fascinated.
So then I went back to sleep and there was a lot of magic and running around. First there were tiny flats of slightly falling apart modernity that secretly lead into huge flats, or eventually houses, of magic and mystery. That was cool. They had a garden between 4 houses, their own little courtyard, but you could only get in to it through the magic versions of the houses and only if you knew it was there so nobody had been there for ages. There were a lot of magical servitors who looked like Donna from DW. It was kind of cool.
Then there was like this huge meeting with complicated architecture and meeting halls so there were G vs E groups. And they did kind of a pub quiz to determine the fate of the world. Two teams, two halves, whoever wins is the strongest until the next quiz. I was there on the side of Chaos. I screwed it up for everyone, basically. Why should we have to live with one pub quiz and one group telling us what to do? So first I went in the G room and distracted the hell out of them until the first half of the quiz was over, then I wandered along to E and prepared to try the same trick, except I found they'd somehow scored perfect in the first half so they could win even if G did everything right. Er, oops? So I sort of wandered along and waved my hand over the official answers and chaosed them. New answers. Probably not so perfect.
Then there was some running away. Quite a lot actually.
Also some bizarre bits about who was out to get me. That fat TV astrologer guy thought I was Eeeeevil because I made all predictions not apply, so he was hunting me, but I could fly and be invisible, so no luck for him. I made him chase me down to the basement, so then he was standing in the basement door with a bit bendy stick with a star on the end, like a door sized wand, and he was looking all fierce and grrr and You Shall Not Pass, and I was trying not to laugh too loud from somewhere behind him, because invisible isn't inaudible. So that was fun. But then I found myself in a room that last year had hosted a massacre, and this year had the ghost of a massacre, only the bad guy, who was skinning and eating his victims when I accidentally floated in, turned and looked at me. So then there was chasing and running and concentrating very very hard on being intangible when I realised his knife was going to hit me even at my best speed. So that was uncomfortable.
Then I floated outside and ended up walking. And walking. And walking. Bits of it looked familiar from the way home from Norwich, though walking any further in that direction would mean walking on the motorway, and no. But then I got a bit further and found the sea, and it was Cromer and I was wandering around on the beach. There were weird hotel places that seemed to be stuck in the past rather more literally than usual. Also there was a cinema showing a crackly silent black and white movie. I waved a hand and, um, digitally remastered it for them on a second screen... well, useful!
Then I went and walked some more and found some really interesting pub architecture with a courtyard again, one of those coaching inns you used to drive right into, and it was called The Bell and was yellow with black beams and brass fittings. There's probably a place like that somewhere. This also had big steps, like those grand steps you get on houses that think they're all that, leading up to a big door, which seemed a bit more grand than the older looking bits of the pub. And standing in the door were some people in Stargate Atlantis uniforms, obviously home made, and some actors, including Paul McGillion, who was Officially Not Having a smoke break. I don't know if he smokes in awake life, but that's what he was doing in the dream. So then I realised I'd wandered in to a convention I hadn't heard of and decided to just book in.
Chevron 7 is happening soon. I decided not to go cause I have essays, presentation, and an ongoing desire to pass. Also it starts on Friday 13th. My travel luck recently has been bad enough without adding Friday 13th to it. And yet I keep getting this forgotten something feeling and I suspect it's I forgot to go to a Stargate convention. I have classes, and I have two things to go to next month, and I'm still getting dreams telling me I forgot to go. *sigh*
... tickets available on the door, hotel rooms... huh, they have some showing up, did I put the right data in? So, anyway, I could try for it... I just... argh. *sigh*
... how do I get to that town anyway...? Two train changes, either via London or Peterborough+Birmingham. Hmmm.
... I probably shouldn't go.
Unless I get my essay written in advance.
hmmm hmmm hmmm
... every time I try and meet Michael Shanks he turns out to have cancelled at the last minute. By this point I've got superstitious about it. Do you think if I don't book a ticket the luck won't know...?
... yeah, yeah, also strange. ANYway...
I woke up for a bit and got bread and water. The bread I bought this afternoon is already a bit blah, which is why I don't usually buy it, but the Most Shoppers Ever had totally locust the bread I wanted, so I got a hedgehog loaf instead. And I'm sure you're all fascinated.
So then I went back to sleep and there was a lot of magic and running around. First there were tiny flats of slightly falling apart modernity that secretly lead into huge flats, or eventually houses, of magic and mystery. That was cool. They had a garden between 4 houses, their own little courtyard, but you could only get in to it through the magic versions of the houses and only if you knew it was there so nobody had been there for ages. There were a lot of magical servitors who looked like Donna from DW. It was kind of cool.
Then there was like this huge meeting with complicated architecture and meeting halls so there were G vs E groups. And they did kind of a pub quiz to determine the fate of the world. Two teams, two halves, whoever wins is the strongest until the next quiz. I was there on the side of Chaos. I screwed it up for everyone, basically. Why should we have to live with one pub quiz and one group telling us what to do? So first I went in the G room and distracted the hell out of them until the first half of the quiz was over, then I wandered along to E and prepared to try the same trick, except I found they'd somehow scored perfect in the first half so they could win even if G did everything right. Er, oops? So I sort of wandered along and waved my hand over the official answers and chaosed them. New answers. Probably not so perfect.
Then there was some running away. Quite a lot actually.
Also some bizarre bits about who was out to get me. That fat TV astrologer guy thought I was Eeeeevil because I made all predictions not apply, so he was hunting me, but I could fly and be invisible, so no luck for him. I made him chase me down to the basement, so then he was standing in the basement door with a bit bendy stick with a star on the end, like a door sized wand, and he was looking all fierce and grrr and You Shall Not Pass, and I was trying not to laugh too loud from somewhere behind him, because invisible isn't inaudible. So that was fun. But then I found myself in a room that last year had hosted a massacre, and this year had the ghost of a massacre, only the bad guy, who was skinning and eating his victims when I accidentally floated in, turned and looked at me. So then there was chasing and running and concentrating very very hard on being intangible when I realised his knife was going to hit me even at my best speed. So that was uncomfortable.
Then I floated outside and ended up walking. And walking. And walking. Bits of it looked familiar from the way home from Norwich, though walking any further in that direction would mean walking on the motorway, and no. But then I got a bit further and found the sea, and it was Cromer and I was wandering around on the beach. There were weird hotel places that seemed to be stuck in the past rather more literally than usual. Also there was a cinema showing a crackly silent black and white movie. I waved a hand and, um, digitally remastered it for them on a second screen... well, useful!
Then I went and walked some more and found some really interesting pub architecture with a courtyard again, one of those coaching inns you used to drive right into, and it was called The Bell and was yellow with black beams and brass fittings. There's probably a place like that somewhere. This also had big steps, like those grand steps you get on houses that think they're all that, leading up to a big door, which seemed a bit more grand than the older looking bits of the pub. And standing in the door were some people in Stargate Atlantis uniforms, obviously home made, and some actors, including Paul McGillion, who was Officially Not Having a smoke break. I don't know if he smokes in awake life, but that's what he was doing in the dream. So then I realised I'd wandered in to a convention I hadn't heard of and decided to just book in.
Chevron 7 is happening soon. I decided not to go cause I have essays, presentation, and an ongoing desire to pass. Also it starts on Friday 13th. My travel luck recently has been bad enough without adding Friday 13th to it. And yet I keep getting this forgotten something feeling and I suspect it's I forgot to go to a Stargate convention. I have classes, and I have two things to go to next month, and I'm still getting dreams telling me I forgot to go. *sigh*
... tickets available on the door, hotel rooms... huh, they have some showing up, did I put the right data in? So, anyway, I could try for it... I just... argh. *sigh*
... how do I get to that town anyway...? Two train changes, either via London or Peterborough+Birmingham. Hmmm.
... I probably shouldn't go.
Unless I get my essay written in advance.
hmmm hmmm hmmm
... every time I try and meet Michael Shanks he turns out to have cancelled at the last minute. By this point I've got superstitious about it. Do you think if I don't book a ticket the luck won't know...?