Last night I dreamed I was in a large anthropology museum, connected to a series of underground tunnels where maple syrup was collected, and vast amounts of amber (some of which I picked up, one large piece was really gello-y). Anyway as I went through the museum I found TV screens playing the tv show BONES and a large number of light weight boats, which I regularly picked up and carried around for fun.
Then we got to the small comic convention in the main portion of the museum. I nearly knocked over some displays with a boat I was carrying and had to put it back. Afterward I stopped at a table who's work I recognized, and whose full sized refrigerator got my attention. Before I put the boat back I sat it on the ground and asked a football player jock guy who'd been trying to flirt with me what it was. He couldn't name it, and walked around it puzzled. A few moments later I informed him it was called a "boat" and that I wasn't interested in him, then I put the boat back away.
At the table sat Aaron Diaz (who writes and draws the comic Dresden Codak), working on a small laptop and showing some fans some animated intros he had to watch in order to get to his website to update it and/or work. The animations were done by my friend Gemma Bright, who to my surprise Diaz was a fan of. We talked for a short time about her work then as the videos played some of the fans around the table asked Diaz questions; about how long it takes him to do pages, what techniques he does, if he was working on other projects.
"It's funny you should ask, I'm almost done with a joint project featuring Alan Tudyk and Nathan Fillion." he then began searching for a preview trailer to show us, as my attention moved to the refrigerator.
I opened it unsure of what I might find. There were packages of sandwich meat in the door, a gallon of milk in the main part of the fridge, and some sticks of beef jerky in various places under things. As I poked around the refrigerator Nathan Fillion walked up and pointed to the fridge doing hand motions like he was instructing a navy seal which way to go on a mission. I complied, and moved all the sandwich meat to one bin, leaving only the beef jerky sticks in the bottom of the door sections. Did he want the beef jerky sticks? Was he going to put more in the fridge? Why did Diaz have a full sized fridge at his table anyway? Sure it would come in handy at a con, but still.
Nathan Fillion moved in closer to the fridge as I backed away, then---
Peppy jazz music with scratchy distorted drums like that which announces a late night talk show host if they were in the bottom of a fish tank burst through the scene as my phone's alarm went off. And then I woke up.
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