I just woke up from a dream where I was at Monster Bash ... I THINK it was Monster Bash. Anyway, I'll say it was Monster Bash as an excuse to resurrect an old thread. Anyway, I had fun, and then I was in my hotel room packing to go home. Just like ev-er-y time when I dream of doing something mundane, it goes on and on and on, super-realistic, pure drudgery -- picking coins up off the floor, looking in drawers, searching every nook and cranny, and thinking about the long, loooong ride home (about eight hours). Eight hours! I should hit the bathroom again before I go. Yeah, I better ...

Blink blink. I wake up, and even though I'm in my bedroom, I don't know where I am, because the dream was so drawn-out and realistic. Where's the bathroom? THIS isn't my hotel room. What the .... ??

Then I realize it was a dream.

And I thought to myself, "Wouldn't it be great to actually be able to come home from a con that way?"

Come on, men of science -- get back to working on teleporters!