Sweet dreams are made of this

[ceemage]

Last night, I dreamed I went to Manderlay Wiscon.

There can be, I'm afraid, absolutely no doubt that this is all replyhazy's fault, as I wouldn't have even known it was on soon but for her lj entries.

At Dream Wiscon, the Voodoo Board was so big, that it had its own building, which doubled up as an ice-cream parlour.

But the oddest part was that all the panel sessions were held in fields in the English countryside, and to get from one event to another, you had to walk down country roads, dodging the juggernauts and stroking the little lambs sleeping by the roadside.

Very odd.