Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

I'm not sure what happens after that. 

Is anyone?

I dreamt I was at a comic con with my high school friend Scott, who everyone in that circle has lost contact with, and possibly ED, but that's hazy. I'm looking at various displays including an ornate desk decorated to look like a Tardis. Some nerdy dude at a table is babbling something incomprehensibly geeky to me. 

I'm either conceiving of or wearing a xenomorph cosplay costume. It vacillates between imagining how functioning telescopic jaws might work and actually having them and impressing con goers with them. 

PsychoAnal: I gotta get my comic con plans together. One was just held here in the Cruz, a minor one, held in the abandoned Sears store at Capitola mall. Stacy reminded me that I best make reservations if I plan to do SDCC - flights and hotel, etc. I really want to go but I have some trepidation about going alone. Maybe some of my moonlighting jobs will sponsor me, or at least part of my trip. Immortal is presenting at Wondercon. And Den just went to SXSW.