Hmm

I dreamt that I was in downtown Boston and stopped by to see alabastard. It turned out he owned half of a two hundred year old building, and when I got inside, I was pretty astonished at the opulence and the fine furnishings. The main floor had a high ceiling, but the upper floor had a twenty foot high ceiling with skylights made from stained glass, which meant everything in the room had unusual coloring because of the sun filtering through. There were lots of plants hanging from these elaborate wrought metal plant hangers that were hanging from the ceiling from these gorgeous handmade chains. There were several people sitting around and chatting, and I came into the room and sat down next to alabastardragon, who was quietly writing something in some sort of handmade journal with really beautiful paper. Alabastard was there and he showed me the rest of the room, and it turned out that right in the middle of it there was an invisible line and if you crossed it, you were in the next door neighbor's house. And sure enough, there were a few people on the couch there on the "other side," and they glared daggers at me.

We went out on the balcony, which was carved out of stone, as was the whole front of his building, and suddenly it was night and he was explaining the historical significance of the neighborhood and why he prefers to live there. It really was a gorgeous building, with high arches and lots of stonework, and a Middle Eastern look.

Brain, what is going on? Are you sad about not going to cons? I think that's it. I want to hang around HP people again, lol.