Strange Conventions

This dream was strange and disjointed while having an overarching theme of the convention hotel. I woke up with the worst headache too..

Namaste

Dream Follows Jump

06/02/2014

Ouka and I went to Six Flags for some reason. I remember wanting to go on certain rides, and we tried to go on a scrambler type ride that was up in the air. We got on it, and then our cart actually came off and floated to the ground. Josh didn't want to try any rides after that, which made me sad...especially since we spent all that money to go.

Then I was at a convention. It wasn't AWA because we kept mentioning that in dream. It wasn't anything I had ever seen or heard of, and there weren't really panels or anything. It was a little confusing. There were little dream events that happened throughout it though.

Some people were driving race cars up a one lane road. I was riding in one of them, when we stopped. I got out to see what was going on, and noticed that the front car wasn't moving, and the door was open. I hopped in to see what it was like on the inside, which caused some of the drivers in the back of the line to start honking at me to move because they thought I was the driver.

C. said to go ahead and drive it up, so I shut the door and started to drive. He was impressed with how smooth I handled it at first, until I tried to test speed and terrain. I punched it, and tried to go over a grassy bank in the parking lot. There was a rock, and the bumper fell off as I stopped on the grass.

The owner came out yelling, turns out it was a cross between Ch. and M.. She was so pissed at me, and I was trying to explain that I was just doing what I was taught when you get in a new car, first you test the speed, then you test what terrain it can handle. She stormed off, and no one could reach her after that. I was sad, but knew that she'd eventually calm down. She had stopped talking to me for 6 months before, it didn't shock me if she did it again.

I was in the lobby of the hotel when G. approached me and asked for a favor. He said something about 8, and introduced me to two of his friends. They were tiny and pixyish, both with dark hair and lithe bodies. The girl was sitting crosslegged on the boy's shoulders. Apparently the boy had an issue with pants and needed new ones? G. asked if I could get him a pair, I asked what size, and he said he had already told me, size 8. I said something about how I thought that had been their age, and agreed to try. 

I ran up to my room and realized I didn't have any size 8 pants, but I did have a small size that I could pin up. I used long fishhooks to pin the pants together, though I thought I had grabbed safety pins. I brought them downstairs, and the pixy couple were walking in. The boy was now in his underwear and carrying a pair of pants. His mom apparently had come up and brought him some new ones. They apologized for my trouble. I said it's cool and dropped the pants on the floor near the reception desk. Then Ouka and I had to pick up some other items that were scattered around nearby, and I wondered about Ch./M..

I wandered outside, and saw what I thought was my garden spiral all grown up! The sage was gorgeous, and the other plants were growing amazingly well seeing as i just planted it last week. There was even a little bird's nest with a robin's egg in the center. Then I realized the spiral was a lot taller than I had made mine, and there were bamboo supports and decorations everywhere. I found out it was A. and As.'s, we were talking about it when I woke up.