dream fragment

1. My family and I are visiting my paternal-side grandparents. In our car, there's a weird bottle with the Joker's eyes, hair, and mouth on it, the idea being that you hold the empty bottle up in front of your face and it makes you look like said Clown Prince of Crime. For the lulz, I end up singing "no, he can't read-a my Joker face~" (despite how much I can't stand the actual song in waking life)

When we get to the grandparents' house, I get a call from my friend that she's not going to pick me up for our vacation until a day later. I get remarkably upset.

2. Something about a machine that weaves incredibly soft T-shirts out of only a handful of cotton fluff. Threading the machine is a bit of a challenge, and you have to hold on to the end of the cotton throughout the entire process, but the results are cool.

3. Something about sneaking into a building through an air vent.

The only thing I can really remember about this dream is trying to do the stage makeup for my cosplay of Sander Cohen from BioShock, except for some reason I keep putting green, black, and gray base on (from my Hanna Is Not a Boy's Name Zombie cosplay, I presume) instead.

This dream fragment involves messing up a cosplay. I normally have dreams about forgetting the costume entirely halfway to the convention, but sometimes they involve putting on the wrong parts. They usually serve to remind me to finish up my costume for an upcoming convention, but Zombie's already finished, and Sander was for last year's cons. I do need to get to work on GraveRobber from Repo! The Genetic Opera, though.