Last night, I had a dream.


Willow, Joanie, Raye, and I were at an anime con in a hotel with tiny elevators. I was trying to keep up with the artist's alley girls, each of us carrying a large amount of luggage. The hotel was enormous, with ferns and water fixtures and all light cream paneling everywhere. It was really quite lovely, but as I said, the elevators were tiny. They were about the size of the part of my closet I can actually stand in. I offered to wait behind for the next elevator but when I got into it I must have pushed the wrong floor because they weren't at the floor I got off at. I tried to stay calm, thinking either they went straight to the room or that I got off on the wrong floor, and as I was trying to figure out whether to try knocking on the door of the room that I thought maybe might be ours if I remembered correctly or to try a different floor, I woke up.
It was night and I had fallen asleep in the car driving to a pagan con with my family. As I woke up, I realized I didn't pack any underwear for the entire weekend. I started to explain this to mother and Willow, explaining that I had one pair in my purse for emergencies, so I'd be okay for one night. But I'd really be much happier if we picked up another pair, as we were too far out to turn back for a single pair of panties. It was of course made more embarrassing because at home I have a ridiculous amount of panties. The drawer has trouble closing properly.
I'm not actually sure whether or not I woke up at this point or not, I might have actually woken up and then fallen back to sleep because I have had thoughts along these lines as I am falling asleep. But usually not as I'm getting up.
In the steampunk Dr. Who A.U. I was writing purely for my own amusement, there are eleven professors from the same college who also frequent the same gentleman's club. The sixth of these number had married his own ward, despite the difference in their ages and the fact they argued all the time. The dream centered around this professor and his young wife dozing, with her burying her face in his chest and thinking it was actually quite nice; comparing him in her head to a large cuddly teddy bear that might at any moment wake up, turn out to be an actual bear and tear her face off.
Translation: Steampunk Peri and sixth Doctor cuddled. And then I woke up.
This time, what woke me was mother sticking her head into my bedroom, shocked to find me still in bed. She informs me that she needs me up and out of bed for some reason. As I am fairly groggy, I'm barely paying attention to her and just pull my sorry arse out of bed.
Then I woke up, finding myself back in the same bed. I get up and start to get dressed. As I was picking out an outfit, I saw my corset and purple-lined jacket were lying on top my dresser, so I thought about wearing my corset again. It would of course require someone to lace me up, so I was wondering if that was worth troubling someone else. Then I realized I had a proper corset and a fashion corset and wondered why I'd never worn the fashion corset before.
Then I woke up, found myself back in my bed and realized the fashion corset did not exist. At least it explained why I hadn't worn it. I am then watching the climax of a romantic comedy starring Peter Davidson and Meg Ryan. Read: the fifth Doctor and that chick from all those romantic comedies. Everything looks slightly early ninties, late eighties; and it is very much a romantic comedy from that era.
In it, they are two people working for a magazine. She writes articles, he is a photographer. They are in a meeting with most of the company; wherein everyone explains what they are doing for the magazine. She then explains that for research into her article she was comparing whether it was true assholes made better lovers by dating her old assholely boyfriend and a nice guy at the same time. And we can see from the look on his face that the "nice guy" was him.
He then sort-of but not really, being the nice guy in a romantic comedy, confronts her.
"You have a british accent and you're nice to women; I assumed you were gay!"
"I have a british accent because I'm british!"
She goes onto use the evidence that he didn't try and sleep with her that he is in fact gay. He counters, stating this in the same "this is so obvious, why do I have to explain it" voice that he didn't sleep with her because he didn't want to sleep with her before he knew she loved him back; which is good because this proves she doesn't. She's all "dur, you're in love with me?" and he's like "I wouldn't want to be with you if I wasn't."
He then goes on to say that the worst part is that he knows that she's manipulative and crazy, and that he really ought to just leave her to her boyfriend and let them treat each other like crap, but he is in love with her and if she wanted to be with him, he'd go along with it.
She starts rom-com crying all over the place and hugs him, and she goes to kiss him but he's like, "no. We've only been fake-dating for a week and a half and real dating for thirty seconds. I'm not going to kiss you." and sets his head on top of hers. Very sweet, very much makes someone like me who hates romantic comedies want to punch the heroine for treating a really nice guy like crap.
Then I woke up. Again, it's mother sticking her head into my bedroom. She tells me we need to get out of the house because Mark is taking us to lunch.
As I am getting out of bed, I woke up. This time, everyone is running about getting ready to go to this pool to go swimming. There is the choas to be expected whenever four people are going out of the house at the same time, and I can't find my clothes. Or the bottom of my swimsuit. I intended to wear the victorian one, and eventually I find it. We go to the pool, and because it's a pool I can wade in and just sort of stand on tip-toe, which is really all I do by way of "swimming." Meanwhile, Willow and Johnathan are swimming around like a porpoise and a second less-graceful porpoise. This creates huge wakes, which I get caught in and pulled underwater. As I am drowning, I am unable to communicate to my siblings that I am drowning.
Then I woke up. Mother is running around screaming with fury because Mark is taking us to lunch and no one is ready to leave. As I am getting out of bed and trying to think of an outfit I can just throw on without fine-tuning, I wake up.
Again, mother tells me I need to get moving. This time, because we're late for a forth of July party. For some reason, she and John have loaded up the van and the trailer to the gills despite making it clear that this is a one-day social event.
Then, as a complete shock; and I wish I was making it up at this point, I woke up.
Willow tells me that mother is running around like mad because Mark is taking us swimming at a home so John can meet other anti-social autism spectrum young adults.
Then I actually woke up and found myself scared to move out of bed. After a time, I did so, found it to be nearly noon and got on with my day. I really hope that I really am awake now since I've done the day's housework, had breakfast, and wrote all of this down.