An Eventful Convention

Date: 7/26/2017

I was about to go to comic con, and some of my friends told me that there was going to be a party there at 6:00 PM. I checked it out and saw that there was a no alcohol drinking rule unless you payed for it or your color was picked (which confused me since I didn't think we were being color coordinated). I wasn't sure if I wanted to go, but when I asked my mom she said I should go, so I guess that was my decision. I then more or less teleported to the convention center, which looked like a grocery store. People were grabbing pictures of the other cosplayers there and sorting out the ones they thought were hot. I wasn't sure what they would do with them later, but I didn't get much time to contemplate that since an old classmate showed up out of nowhere. I don't think she'd recognize me now, but I didn't want to risk the awkward conversation, so I ran off to use the bathroom. All the stalls were taken except for one thankfully (I actually did have to go kinda bad). I walked into the stall and realized that the lock didn't work. I didn't want to wait for another stall to open, so I just did my best to hold it shut while I was doing my business. While I was in there, this guy pokes his head under the stall divider on my left. I didn't find this nearly as creepy as I should have, given that I'm a girl and I was definitely in the girl's bathroom. I just said, "umm, excuse me?" and he quickly jerked his head back up. A few seconds later he actually crawls into my stall under the stall divider and starts begging me for money because his parents had just kicked him out of the house. I casually finished doing my business and told him that I wasn't going to give him any money. I stepped over him and went to go wash my hands. As I was doing so, I caught him standing behind me in the reflection of the mirror. He had also turned into this guy that has recently become a recurring character in my dreams. He wore a suit and had a foam mannequin head where his real one should've been. I also distinctly remember a serene face was neatly drawn on in sharpie, and the lips pissed me off for some reason. I think he was supposed to be an employee for my phone service provider or something, cuz he liked to follow me around and harass me about phone bills and data and such. Whenever I'd yell at him, he'd always guilt me into thinking I was the one at fault, and my dream would usually end with me screaming at him. This time was different though. I told him to leave me alone, and of course he doesn't move a muscle and proceeds to smugly rant about how much I was saving with the company he worked for. I snapped and grabbed a can of red spray paint out of nowhere and started beating the shit out of him, screaming about how I was tired of being a victim and I was done with him. He tried to guilt me out of it, but I was sick of his shit. I kept hitting him with the paint can until it broke and started leaking red paint onto him. I thought it was blood and I panicked a bit, I didn't mean to hurt him that bad. I quickly realized it was paint and moved on with my life. I went back out to the convention center and found some friends to hang out with.