valis2 | *laughs at self*

I had an anxiety-convention dream this morning. I dreamt that I went to a con, and I was just wandering around, and I couldn't find anyone to talk to, and then when I found that there was a round table going on, I sat down at it and people looked unhappy that I was sitting down. And then a couple people did say something to me, but I couldn't hear them and had to ask them to repeat it multiple times, and when I finally understood what they were saying it made no sense at all.

There was a girl there who was a RL friend--someone I haven't talked to in a long time (I suspect that she is annoyed with me in some way), and she wasn't happy to see me. I kept mentioning how it was the last day of college for me, and people gave reluctant congratulations.

I looked up and realized that we were in the mall I used to work at; in fact, we were right in front of the Waldenhell I used to work at. There was some bizarre subplot involving this artist guy who sat in my lap.

As I was leaving, I realized that I'd forgotten to take notes and couldn't remember almost anything that happened at the con. "That's it," I said to myself. "I must not care about HP fandom any longer. What a shame."

Then I went out in the parking lot, and I found boxes next to my car and I tried to put them in my car but they only barely fit. And then I realized that I was supposed to go pick up