*TENSQUEE!* Yes that's totally a word. Now. Anyway! I had an awful dream - relatively speaking. So there was another convention, like some medical stuff or whatever, at the hotel where the next con is, at the same time, and Mamita was going, and so she was the one driving us there. (I know, right?) And we were on London itself. And I absolutely wanted to be there at the Opening Ceremony, since Alan was attending and there was no way I was missing a nanosecond of his presence. And with traffic and the like it would take forever to drive to the hotel (it's in Heathrow), so I warned her and all, that we needed to leave not too late. And I looked at my watch and it was 4:30 and I was like, chill Fan', opening ceremony's officially gonna be at 7, it'll start at 8, 8:30 for real. And then next time I looked at my watch it was 8:30 and I kept freaking out and stuff and it was horrible and we didn't make it until like, the next day or something, because it was daylight when we arrived. ...I DON'T KNOW WHAT MY UNCONSCIOUS WAS TRYING TO TELL ME.
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Date: 2007-10-19 11:24 am (UTC)Ha, yes, true! Now I remember.