Megacon Dreaming
Ok, well Megacon was a lot of fun. I didn’t do much con stuff, but seeing lots of friends was great and I made a few new ones too. I would list shout outs to all the people I saw and hung out with but that would take up enough space to justify an lj-cut… so, no. I will say that I need to hang out with you people more. Damn vast tracks of florida swampland separating us.
The best thing I saw at the con was probably the fan-dub “panel.” It was hilarious, and OA is totally going to do a fan-dub/parody one day when we have the time. The dealers room was awesome. The costume contest had a lot of good costumes but was really boring and the announcer needed like an assitant.
Also, I had this dream. I’ve already shared it with some, but it needs to be recorded for propriety.
We were at a Publix, in a food court area. Yeah I know, publixes don’t have food courts. We were playing card games. I went and grabbed another deck of cards from the store so we could accomodate more people into the game. We finished playing and were leaving so I went up to pay for the cards. The publix had changed into a target while we were there so they didn’t know how to ring up my order. They finally figured something out, I think it involved me giving a donation to the tsunami victims and then them giving me the cards for $0.01.
So we head out to a party. This party is being thrown by jrockers who are ALIENS. I’m not really sure if they were disguised as jrockers or that was their natural state. Anyway, they were cool as hell. They had all the latest unreleased nintendo games and we got to play them. They had a new mario game in 3D in which all the original Super Mario Bros levels were represented. There was some game where you had to jump across the backs of fish… it was entertaining… but then disaster struck!
It was the fuzz! The Orlando SWAT team broke into the party and said “Everyone in this room is going to be arrested!” They started exploring and confiscating stuff. One sheriff fellow took my wedding ring to search it for knives. When he gave it back it was all fucked up, scuffed, scarred, bent, mangled. I was ticked. I told him he had to pay for it. He said “The hell I do,” and then I decked him, he went down. Maybe that wasn’t a smart move as all the other cops then had their guns on me.
Luckily the jrocker aliens distracted them so we could make a break for it. We bolted out of the apartment/room/whatever and started running across some countryside (I know, in florida? wtf?) The sheriff was now conscious and piss, he started after us… instead of shooting though he transformed into a miniature pincher and ran, barking, after us. He kept lunging and biting our heels. It was getting pretty bad, we were bleeding. I ended up kicking him across a canal.
We found our car, sideways in some ditch. We piled in and threw our weight against one side to get it to come back upright and peeled out. The end.
I’ve probably already forgotten some important points, but that’s the gist of it. Highly amusing eh?
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