I used to go to conventions every couple of years. They were a lot of fun. I dreamed this one, though. The convention was at an old hotel by a swamp. It was misty and ancient. I brought my luggage in and found that I was going to have to share a room with a woman named Lou. I was worried because we were in a zombie apocalypse. I settled into the room. There were two full size beds, an antique lamp, and a wardrobe. I was tired and I went into the bathroom to change for bed. Lou accidentally came in and saw me. On my side was a greenish zombie mark. Lou screamed, pointing at it. She said she was going to report me and I will be executed. I ran after her, protesting. I grabbed up a statue off the fireplace and bashed her head in. I wrapped her up in a bedspread and dragged her to the elevator and went down to the basement. There was a tunnel through to the swamps. I dragged her out and fed her to the gators.
The dream wasn't a nightmare, it was eerie. It had a moody atmosphere with amber toned lights, red wallpaper, rich greens in the swamp.
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