I had a strange dream last night. It started off good and then went straight to hell. And not any hell, but I think this is my personal hell.

It started off as me getting a job as a professional re-enactor, and it paid really well! I even got to portray a Jacobite! All was perfect until my first day at work. Upon arrival at job it was a horrible mess. They had a timeline of 1558 to 1780. And everyone was just jumbled together. They had Elizabethan era people mixed with Revolutionary War solders.

Then to make matters worse, it was mostly people that I work with now. All the ones I'm having issues with. In fact the director of our office WAS Queen Elizabeth. They kept having me walk around with her to my protest. It didn't matter how much I pointed out that a 1746 Jacobite would NOT be with Queen Elizabeth. Much like real life, my opinion didn't matter even though I had facts that backed it up.

I kept getting excuses like, "But the public likes you two together. The way you act like you hate the English and her being all regal is funny." I think I almost had an aneurysm in my sleep. Then it was I couldn't carry my sword with me because It's not safe, they made me carry a Styrofoam one. It just kept getting worse and worse... THEY MADE ME WASH ME WAISTCOAT AND LEGGINGS!

When I tried to quit they brought out my contract and showed me that I couldn't quit unless I wanted to pay them 10 million dollars. That's when I woke up in a cold sweat screaming.

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1 Sounds like you were at Fort Koskanong, or a countless number of other events. I sort of have the same dream, but instead I write for a reenacting magazine and was fired for calling certian events Farbie. And now every time I show up at an event, some points at me and says,"Didn't you used to be Wil Crouch?" So don't worry it will be all right.

Posted by: wil at May 15, 2008 06:04 PM (u+Qbj)

2 ROTFLMAO

Posted by: Petey at May 15, 2008 08:33 PM (JhiOW)

3 I dreamed last night about a heron named Spike in my kitchen who wanted Girl Scout cookies. I thought it was a pretty weird dream until I read this.

Posted by: LeeAnn at May 16, 2008 12:11 AM (ayhdB)

4 Maaaaaan when your work stress starts carrying over into your weekend hobbies, there are issues I think

Posted by: Shadoglare at May 16, 2008 06:24 AM (4bE0t)

5 No, this is worse, much worse than Fort Koshkonong. Think more renfaire. As for work getting to me, yea. I'm taking the signs. Ktreva even thinks that my problems at work are compounding my health issues. And if you think this dream is weird, you sould hear the one about the time I had to wash Luke Skywalker's van.

Posted by: Contagion at May 16, 2008 06:50 AM (Q5WxB)

6 Red reminded me that my dream was not a dream. It really happened when I use to write for Smoke and Fire. Oh well, so much for dreams.

Posted by: wil at May 16, 2008 09:50 AM (u+Qbj)

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Back in March, Spurs of the apparently defunct Pull My Finger, was able to get me a copy of the Sports Illustrated limited edition Brett Favre memorial issue. They sold out around here in a matter of minutes when they hit the stands. When I had that highly coveted magazine in my hands, I promised I would send him a couple bottles of Dragon's Milk and a six pack of one of my higher rated beers in appreciation. Finally after months of waiting, my contact got me my case of Dragon's Milk and I picked up a six pack of the Edmund Fitzgerald Porter.

Armed with an address, two bottles of Dragon's Milk and a six-pack of the porter, I hit a local shipping store. Where I am promptly told, "You can not legally ship beer." WHAT?!?!?!?! I can't ship beer? It seems that it's illegal to ship beer. Instead of driving all over town I called three other places and received the same information. GUH!!!! WHY?

I'm still working on it, I may have to get sneaky, sneaky, but dammit... I'm a man of my word and he's getting his well deserved beer!

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