• Musings

    Silver Surfer Pickles

    by It’s very unusual for me to remember my dreams, or even that I had dreams at all, which is partly why I feel the need to share this one. I wander into a hotel that happens to be hosting a Science Fiction convention. Signage identifies it as Philcon (where I’ve never been but hear good things) and the colour scheme of the walls, carpet, and furniture is a variety of dark reds. It’s very early in the con and many things are still being set up, but there are people lining up for panels and a large amphitheatre type room starting to fill for a special presentation of some…