Convention, Hot Tub Surprise

I dreamed I was at a convention, just attending, sitting in a panel discussion, when a group of former students recognized me and started making a fuss about how I should be on the panel (A Discussion of Designing Game Worlds for Publication – Can Original Works Sell?) I pointed out that although they had played in my world for four years, it was not, in fact, published…

“It should be,” was their response.

“Thanks, maybe I’ll learn enough to publish it now,” was all I could say.

In a later dream I was in the hot tub with a slender blue-eyed woman I didn’t recognize. She couldn’t tell me who she was, or how she came to be in my hot tub. She also didn’t seem inclined to go anywhere else.

I don’t know why, but I was pretty sure N was going to be upset about this woman, even though I wasn’t the one who invited her. In the dream we hadn’t done anything for N to be upset about, and the woman was just a bit too waif-like for my tastes, but there was a sort of dread associated with her.

Ad astra per technica,

FF