At some point last night, I dreamt that my family and I were at Worldcon… in some small town either in Iowa or downstate Illinois. A little insane so far, but I also dreamt that at the same time the Olympic Games were in the same small town.
Things started getting really weird after that. I dreamt that I woke up the next morning, and was realizing that my scenario was insane, but I couldn’t remember where I was – and I wasn’t at home.
It did get a bit better when I started to decide I was dreaming and fell into my usual trick of trying to fall back asleep – usually in odd places – and I finally woke up and knew where and when it was. So at least I woke up sane – or as sane as I ever am.