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Jul. 7th, 2015 09:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethWoke up super grumpy and inexplicably tired.
Dreamed I was supervising a time travel group to go to a small convention in 2014.
First we got there, parked under the portico, and got out the time machine. Only the outside was set to minibus and like a whole coach load of people streamed out. And then when we opened the luggage hatch nobody had stayed inside the weight limit, or indeed the size limit, so we had a total clown car situation down there too. Plus it wouldn't even open or stay open without me using all the locks and palm prints and asking very nicely.
So then when almost everyone had their stuff and poured into the hotel lobby, someone came out waving a calendar and saying we were two months off. Which was not, on the whole, unlikely. I just rather thought the driver had checked. Driver however was nowhere to be seen, calendar was set to May and not March like we thought we should be.
So in I go to the hotel desk to ask two important questions.
First though everyone else was up along the hotel desk waiting to ask the same darn thing. And the hotel person told me to wait in line. Behind people who should know better and let me sort it out. So I was yelling at them for everyone I was in charge of to back off, no really, back, sod off alright! So finally I got some space and the questions could proceed.
Is it currently May? And is the convention on Mould Spores in March?
When I mention the convention the hotel desk brings out large handfuls of con badges, hotel room keys attached in neat little folders, and big stacks of photo-with tickets, and even bigger stacks of photos get signed, and hands it all to me to hand out. I roll my eyes and explain nobody told my lot it wasn't in March any more and they say how when you change something big there's always something little you didn't expect. Butterfly effect.
I make suspicious face, because time travel references to time travellers are maybe a trap, but the hotel person bustled off already and everyone with me wants their tickets etc
So I find a room off the lobby and make three piles and tell people to take their own stuff, no really, only their own, I don't care if their friend is waiting in the lobby, one each, one at a time, no one per heap keep it moving really there's a queue, take your stuff, leave the rest of the stuff.
Reg desks of the world, I salute you. That was a nightmare.
And once the queue was down to two people plus myself, there were no more con badges, and all the photos-with were with the same three actors nobody seems to have ordered.
Even in the dream I thought it odd that a Mould Spores convention had actor guests, as well as serious seminars on rotting and dead things, but I hadn't had time to look at the pictures. One set had three male actors, a black guy and two white guys, and now I'm awake I think they were from Pacific Rim. The other photos, the ones that were all snapped up in a hurry, were of an actress from an obscure horror movie where at one point she takes off her skin like a corset, undoing busks and letting it sag open to reveal the horror movie version inside, and all the photos were of her in varying states of... undress. Yet were very popular. Ugh.
So then I woke up, in the knowledge that either someone had nicked my room key or nobody had booked me a room, having handed out scarves to the last two in line, who were the 4th Doctor and my Grandpa, looking about the same age and that not quite 2014 but not exactly young either.
I just have such a cumulative grr of nobody can do what they're told and I have to do everything around here and really can we not even stand in line like civilised people!!!
:eyeroll:
Letting it go now.
If I had a time machine though I would totally go to a bunch of conventions throughout history. Tons of people would, especially if you could stop and pick them up at different time points. Now we've got video records of people there'll always be someone somewhere that wants to meet them. Well, there's enough historians that would want to meet people out of paintings, or fans of several sorts wanting to meet people out of books, but it'll be more now the looking is easy. The logistics would not be easy. And it's bad enough running Q&A sessions where you only have to worry about people being rude, it'd be tons worse if you had to worry about people accidentally violating causality. Spoilers, but for seasons yet unwritten. Nightmare.
Dreamed I was supervising a time travel group to go to a small convention in 2014.
First we got there, parked under the portico, and got out the time machine. Only the outside was set to minibus and like a whole coach load of people streamed out. And then when we opened the luggage hatch nobody had stayed inside the weight limit, or indeed the size limit, so we had a total clown car situation down there too. Plus it wouldn't even open or stay open without me using all the locks and palm prints and asking very nicely.
So then when almost everyone had their stuff and poured into the hotel lobby, someone came out waving a calendar and saying we were two months off. Which was not, on the whole, unlikely. I just rather thought the driver had checked. Driver however was nowhere to be seen, calendar was set to May and not March like we thought we should be.
So in I go to the hotel desk to ask two important questions.
First though everyone else was up along the hotel desk waiting to ask the same darn thing. And the hotel person told me to wait in line. Behind people who should know better and let me sort it out. So I was yelling at them for everyone I was in charge of to back off, no really, back, sod off alright! So finally I got some space and the questions could proceed.
Is it currently May? And is the convention on Mould Spores in March?
When I mention the convention the hotel desk brings out large handfuls of con badges, hotel room keys attached in neat little folders, and big stacks of photo-with tickets, and even bigger stacks of photos get signed, and hands it all to me to hand out. I roll my eyes and explain nobody told my lot it wasn't in March any more and they say how when you change something big there's always something little you didn't expect. Butterfly effect.
I make suspicious face, because time travel references to time travellers are maybe a trap, but the hotel person bustled off already and everyone with me wants their tickets etc
So I find a room off the lobby and make three piles and tell people to take their own stuff, no really, only their own, I don't care if their friend is waiting in the lobby, one each, one at a time, no one per heap keep it moving really there's a queue, take your stuff, leave the rest of the stuff.
Reg desks of the world, I salute you. That was a nightmare.
And once the queue was down to two people plus myself, there were no more con badges, and all the photos-with were with the same three actors nobody seems to have ordered.
Even in the dream I thought it odd that a Mould Spores convention had actor guests, as well as serious seminars on rotting and dead things, but I hadn't had time to look at the pictures. One set had three male actors, a black guy and two white guys, and now I'm awake I think they were from Pacific Rim. The other photos, the ones that were all snapped up in a hurry, were of an actress from an obscure horror movie where at one point she takes off her skin like a corset, undoing busks and letting it sag open to reveal the horror movie version inside, and all the photos were of her in varying states of... undress. Yet were very popular. Ugh.
So then I woke up, in the knowledge that either someone had nicked my room key or nobody had booked me a room, having handed out scarves to the last two in line, who were the 4th Doctor and my Grandpa, looking about the same age and that not quite 2014 but not exactly young either.
I just have such a cumulative grr of nobody can do what they're told and I have to do everything around here and really can we not even stand in line like civilised people!!!
:eyeroll:
Letting it go now.
If I had a time machine though I would totally go to a bunch of conventions throughout history. Tons of people would, especially if you could stop and pick them up at different time points. Now we've got video records of people there'll always be someone somewhere that wants to meet them. Well, there's enough historians that would want to meet people out of paintings, or fans of several sorts wanting to meet people out of books, but it'll be more now the looking is easy. The logistics would not be easy. And it's bad enough running Q&A sessions where you only have to worry about people being rude, it'd be tons worse if you had to worry about people accidentally violating causality. Spoilers, but for seasons yet unwritten. Nightmare.