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Fermius Firefly

A Dream Log, whenever I remember the dreams I've had.

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Fermius is a pen name drawn from a series of short fiction I wrote when I published the small press magazine Stellanova (on paper.) I play RPG games to escape from my daily grind as a technology wage slave for the state of California. I eat out a lot in order to do my part in supporting our increasingly service level economy. I am butler to 2 feline masters. If you ask them they will tell you I'm not very good at it, late with dinner, don't have enough hands with brushes in them, and sometimes I even lock them out of their office.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Convention Meeting

I dreamed that J and I were on a bus travelling to a convention or conference of some sort. We were invited to act as chaperons for one of our local HS groups. Ordinarily I wouldn't have done that, as I don't currently know any of the kids in the schools, since I haven't worked there in a dozen years or so. J signed us up, however, because it meant that we would get a free room out of the deal. I tried to point out that it also meant that we had to work from Ten to midnight checking each of our rooms randomly at least once an hour, so we wouldn't have time in the evenings to spend together, and wouldn't be able to attend any of the conference's evening events other than the ones our students were involved in.

Still, it did save us a bunch of money. We arrived by bus, another cost saving, and the kids piled out of the bus first. I had some trouble getting out of the narrow stairs from the top level of the bus, until I noticed that the hand rails were adjustable, I called down to the bus driver and he helped me move the rails apart. (They were about 10 inches apart, and there was just no comfortable way to go down the stairs without being able to move my legs past one another.)

We got the kids checked in and were about to escort them up to their rooms before the first set of meetings, when I heard a familiar voice calling my name. N was there. She was being "fake nice" as she used to put it, but it was obvious that I was the last person she'[d hoped to see at this conference.  I introduced her to J. They sized one another up for a bit and I made my excuses and interjected myself into a luggage kerfuffle, not so much because I was needed, but to get away from the two women. I figured J would debrief me on what she discovered/thought when we got settled into our room.

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