Haven't posted a dream in a while

[3rdragon]

kadharonon and I were at a con somewhere in an über-ritzy hotel (I think the front lobby had 40 or 50-ft ceilings. And it was all done in some creamy-peachy stone, pillars as big around as a small car, the whole nine yards. The sort of architecture designed to make the individual human being feel inexpressibly insignificant). I'm pretty sure vorindi was also around, or was going to be showing up eventually, although I didn't actually run into her in any of the parts of the dream that I remember. We were also hanging out with some other people who I may or may not actually know in real life. yuki_onna was there, rushing around and doing the busy author thing with her hair swirling around her like a crazy-elaborate cloak. She was also doing some sort of theater thing that weekend (I want to say an odd twist on Cinderella, but it was considerably more awesome than that). kadharonon and I were discussing how impressed we were that she could do theater and con in the same weekend, and then some highschool-ish girls showed up wanting to know how to get to the tribal fusion-inspired not-Cinderella, so we directed them to Ballroom G, or wherever. I never did figure out if that was the one yuki_onna was involved in.
And then later I was outside scouting for a place to eat lunch. It was raining, and I was walking under a covered walkway/tent-thing towards a place someone had recommended, only the canopy was made out of modular pieces, and the edges of each modular piece went down to about chest level, so I had to keep ducking under low bits of drippy fabric. The path was stone-amidst-grass, though, and what I could see of the trees past the canopy was quite lovely. The restaurant was peculiar; the decor was all green-with-celtic-knots, and the menu did that we-will-stick-in-random-extra-vowels-everywhere-in-our-pseudo-medieval-scholar-script, and it was outdoor seating (at least partially), but I don't recall there being any difficulty about things getting wet. And the actual food they served didn't really appear to correspond to the theme they were trying to cultivate. (Also, it was the kind of place that in real life would totally have an alcoholic beverage menu three times as long as the food menu, and there was no alcohol in evidence. Hey, it's my dream.) There was a girl sitting alone at one of the tables, looking at the menu. She couldn't have been older than 15, and was probably more like 13, and I asked her if she minded if I looked at the menu with her. She didn't, so I started looking it over and trying to decide if we wanted to have a meal here. And shortly after that her food arrived, and it was something like a platter of at least eight different kinds of cold salads, several of them made out of fish, so I helped her identify what each of them had to be before going back to looking at the menu. Somewhere around there a waiter put a plate with a fancy (read: shaped like a flower) piece of toast with something-or-other spread on it down in front of me, so I said, "Er, thank you?" And then I saw the really intense look of disappointment on the girl's face, and realized that while this what the complimentary whatever-it-was that was mentioned in the menu, she was also really looking forward to it, so I quickly shoved it over to her side of the table, since it wasn't like I was going to eat lunch there today anyway.
I'd finished reading the menu and decided that while we would probably like the restaurant, it looked more expensive (especially for lunch) and more of a hike/time commitment than we really wanted to make in the middle of a convention, and was getting ready to thank the girl for letting me share her table and menu and wondering if I ought to mention that she should swing by the con if she thought it would be interesting, and somewhere in there I woke up.


And three nights ago, I dreamed about accidental time travelers to WWI. I wasn't actually a time traveler, more of a techie working the net or whatever, but for some reason I couldn't pull them out yet. I was also in contact with future-now, but at the same time I could talk and interact with the WWI people (one of whom was a love interest finally goaded into declaring his feelings by the prospect of being drafted). I think I was sort-of simultaneously in WWI-time and future-now, but only in that one spot?

I do not approve of Miss Eliza's new habit of sometimes shutting down without warning when she has less than 20 minutes of battery left. That time I definitely still had 19 minutes; I was paying attention! At least lj auto-saves these days.


Edit: Also? The restaurant menu, while it had a very fancy layout, was printed on newsprint, which was just folded and taped to the tablecloth (so it didn't blow away). Real linen tablecloth, white. Newsprint menu.