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A few days ago I had a dream. It started out with me arriving a bit late at a con. The con was being held in some hotel that had a bunch of "themed" areas.

Anyway, after spending some time with friends I went to check in (I think I was going let one of there friends share the room). Amazing the line at the desk was short.

Then came the fun. The elevators were somewhat camoflaged, and the other ways of transition between various areas had a lot in common with them park rides.

I was having increasing difficulty trying to find my room. and kept winding up back at places I'd already been. Mind you, this sort of "maze" behavior isn't that uncommon in my dreams. But this time I was getting cranky because I was tired and just wanted to rest.

Finally had a major league meltdown

About then I started coming awake and just before I woke up, I took one last glance at the paper with my room number on it. and proceeded to heap impreciations on my subconscious.

Why? The room was number 404...

Date: 2017-06-25 12:35 pm (UTC)
stickmaker: (Steamboat Abdominal Snowman)
From: [personal profile] stickmaker

Were the elevators ridiculously slow because some of the attending techies were using them to play Pong? :-)

Date: 2017-06-25 09:22 pm (UTC)
stickmaker: (Default)
From: [personal profile] stickmaker

I actually know what those are. (Transportation engineer. :-)

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