I am a science fiction fan.
Within the realms of Morpheus I do fan activity. I have several
kinds of sequential dreams and a number of them concern fandom.
One dream sequence involves
trying to find the registration desk so I can get my badge and
attend the convention. Much like a Kafka novel, I am situated
in an endless hotel lobby, and greet dozens and dozens of people,
have endless wonderful conversations and move on to the direction
of the registration desk. The desk in question often moves, winds
up on another floor and has signs on it that read: "Go to
Information desk", or "Register in hotel suite",
and I move on, greeting more people and conversations go on and
on. I never do find the desk, but often wander in front of the
huckster room, which I am not allowed to enter until I have registered.
I get tired in this scenario, because I am wearing a backpack
and carrying a suitcase.
other major dream sequence is simply called "The Elevator."
I am in one and I am surrounded by people. The door opens. People
get off, people get on. I talk and talk as people enter and leave.
Often more than one door opens up at a time. I never budge and
seem content with the situation. I, after all, am getting to
see just about everyone at the convention.
I've had this dream only
twice: I am in the huckster room, looking for one dealer and
one book the dealer has for me. I cannot find him and fear I
may never get that particular book. It seems to be a multi-sized
worldcon huckster room, with several floors and rooms. I find
everything else, but not the specific dealer with the singular
book. I don't recall if I had registered for the convention.
Last sequence of dreams has
to do with getting fans together and going out for a meal. It
takes forever, and some people drop out, some people show up
and others invite themselves along. I find these dreams odd and
comforting, though they are people by fans I do not see often
enough, and often the fans are those who have passed away. Like
the outcomes of the other sequences of dreams, we never do sit
down and have a meal. At least this way, I am not presented with
Robert Whitaker Sirignano