My crazy dream
Aug. 21st, 2003 08:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hilsWoke up from a rather bizzare dream this morning where I was at a con with a girl I went to uni with. As we were queuing up to go into a Q and A session I realised I hadn't brought anything for James to autograph. Panic mode. So, I got a seat right at the front but there was this bunch of rowdy guys sat around me. One of them shoved his foot in my face so I wouldn't be able to see James.
My response? I bit his foot. Hard. LOL
I then yelled at him a lot and he was nice to me after that. Hehe.
So then I decided I NEEDED to get a pic of James for him to sign so I headed off to the dealer room with my friend. On the way I passed James and Mercedes who were stood in the hallway to welcome people.
"You're not leaving already are you?" James asks, dressed in early Spike garb with leather duster and red shirt. "It's not going to be that bad."
I grinned and replied. "Well, someone told me it was going to be really boring."
James chuckled, and I carried on. "So we figured we may as well go and see a good film. James Marsters, Pirates of the Carribbean, what's the difference?"
This time he DIDN'T laugh and I shuffled off feeling all embarassed.
So, then we got to the dealer room and there was just one guy in there. I asked him if he had any pictures of James or Spike and he said no. I was mortified. I looked around the shop and found two binders FULL of pics. On the top was a note saying that they weren't for sale in case it caused a surge of people in the shop.
"Come on!" I pleaded. "You must have SOMETHING!"
He reaches under the counter and hands me a crumpled picture of Spike in Intervention where he's standing in the elevator with all his wounds. I've just resigned myself to the fact that I'm going to look a total idiot (forgetting the incident in the hallway apparently) when I wake up.
So there you go, my crazy head
My response? I bit his foot. Hard. LOL
I then yelled at him a lot and he was nice to me after that. Hehe.
So then I decided I NEEDED to get a pic of James for him to sign so I headed off to the dealer room with my friend. On the way I passed James and Mercedes who were stood in the hallway to welcome people.
"You're not leaving already are you?" James asks, dressed in early Spike garb with leather duster and red shirt. "It's not going to be that bad."
I grinned and replied. "Well, someone told me it was going to be really boring."
James chuckled, and I carried on. "So we figured we may as well go and see a good film. James Marsters, Pirates of the Carribbean, what's the difference?"
This time he DIDN'T laugh and I shuffled off feeling all embarassed.
So, then we got to the dealer room and there was just one guy in there. I asked him if he had any pictures of James or Spike and he said no. I was mortified. I looked around the shop and found two binders FULL of pics. On the top was a note saying that they weren't for sale in case it caused a surge of people in the shop.
"Come on!" I pleaded. "You must have SOMETHING!"
He reaches under the counter and hands me a crumpled picture of Spike in Intervention where he's standing in the elevator with all his wounds. I've just resigned myself to the fact that I'm going to look a total idiot (forgetting the incident in the hallway apparently) when I wake up.
So there you go, my crazy head