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[katallison]

Apparently my subconscious decided last night to have its say on the whole Characters of Color brouhaha.

So, I dreamed I was back at Escapade, in the con suite, which was rather larger and on one side opened into a big auditorium with a stage. Lunch was being served and almost all the members were in the con suite, wandering around talking and getting food, when suddenly a door opened and out came a procession of maybe a dozen beautiful, buff, shirtless Black men, wearing only tight jeans. They marched single-file across the con suite and over to the stage, passing so close by me I had to flatten against the wall. All the con members flocked into the auditorium, and I remember thinking that this was another surprise the con com had cooked up for us, that they were going perform some racy sort of Chippendales/Full Monty thing for us. Instead, when I got into the auditorium, I saw that the men were standing on stage on the sort of risers used by choral groups. And then they started singing a perfectly straight, high-school-chorale-worthy version of "Getting To Know You." Some of the con members were silent, watching with apparent confusion, but most crowded closer to the stage, and -- some enthusiastically, some way off key, some timidly and under their breath -- started singing along with the men:

Getting to know you, getting to know all about yoooouuuu . . .
Getting to like you, getting to hope you like meeeeeee. . .

I woke up, contemplated this, and then cracked up laughing. My subconscious, she is *such* a sap.

Comments

[brynwulf]

That is SO sweet and so you. LOL!

What I can't figure out is why you flattened yourself up against the wall when they walked by? *confused*

[popfantastic.livejournal.com]

*giggle*

It's not like this couldn't happen at a con, either. I have seen stranger things.

[logovo.livejournal.com]

*snort*

*wipes coffee from monitor*

[twistedchick]

::getting up off floor, picking up fallen lap computer, reassuring the cat that no, I haven't gone crazy::

Your subconscious is wonderful -- and metaphorically exact.

::visualizing Tyr Anasazi, Jamie Fox-as-Ray, Will Smith-as-James-West, and Denzel as anything he damn well wants, lining up with the others...oooh the pretty::

[mimesere.livejournal.com]

I heart you. And your shiny, sappy brain. Really, really I do.

[coffeeandink.livejournal.com]

I like your subconscious.

[macgeorge1.livejournal.com]

Not to get to psychoanalytic about it, but I think this is a residue of the endorphins from the that chocolate fountain. :g: And I vote we put forth this as a suggestion to Jenn for next year's entertainment.

(Although I'm not so sure about the singing part.)

[dine.livejournal.com]

now I'm imagining the processional, and the varied reactions of con-goers, and falling over. I think your subconscious should definitely get involved in planning next year's entertainment - and I'd bet the singing would go over a treat.

[harriet-spy.livejournal.com]

*cracks up*

[falzalot.livejournal.com]

*snort* I've had con dreams before, but they sure never involved shirtless glee clubs. :->

[umbo.livejournal.com]

That is hysterical! That's the kind of fever dream everyone wishes they could have, I bet ;-).

[laurashapiro.livejournal.com]

::dies::

I simply could not love you more right now.

[thete1.livejournal.com]

I... you... <33333