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Oct. 28th, 2002 08:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinI had a bizarre dream last night that I was going to Journalcon, and I brought about 6 or 7 bags of tortilla chips with me. I had a hell of a time trying to line them all up on the fake-glossy wooden table in my hotel room.
The hotel room was bizarrely situated in the hotel itself, part of a ground floor rotunda, and people were using the doors at each end of this long, curved room to get from conference rooms to the lobby. It was very frustrating, and I was trying to yell at people, but they just thought I was stupid and getting in their way, obstructing their right to pass through my hotel room.
Like so many other dreams, I feel like this one is still covering over my day, like this thin patina of frustration and weird hope and bags of tortilla chips.
The hotel room was bizarrely situated in the hotel itself, part of a ground floor rotunda, and people were using the doors at each end of this long, curved room to get from conference rooms to the lobby. It was very frustrating, and I was trying to yell at people, but they just thought I was stupid and getting in their way, obstructing their right to pass through my hotel room.
Like so many other dreams, I feel like this one is still covering over my day, like this thin patina of frustration and weird hope and bags of tortilla chips.
