Dreams are weird

JIB must be preying on my mind.

Last night I had a weird dream about being in Rome at the con (though the hotel we were in wasn't anything like the Hilton) and we were all having a great time on the first day. It was the evening and we were all in a room that was like a posh gym changing rooms, and for some reason Richard Speight walked in and took all his clothes off!! After this strip-tease he left, and we were all in fits of giggles.

That was when I suddenly realised I hadn't registered for the con, and somehow nobody had checked my pass all day to find out that I didn't have one. Which would have been fine, except I also realised not registering meant I hadn't picked up any of my extras, and had missed my Jensen and Jared single ops and the trio!! To say I was gutted is an understatement, so of course that's when I woke up.

Musing about this ridiculous dream later, I realised that apart from anything else, if it had been the first day of JIB, the Js wouldn't have been there anyway...not that the rest of the dream made sense either, LOL