Owl Cosplay

Date: 7/21/2016

I convinced Taylor to come with me to a cosplay convention. It wasn't Comicon, just a cosplay convention. We were walking with my parents down the hallway to the convention (it kind of looked like one on the Disney Cruise, but bigger). There were so many crowds, we got seperated from my parents. But we didn't care. This was actually the second time we went to the convention, and I suspect this is the second time I've had this dream. Since we were there before, we knew just where to go. After we left the hallway, we went to this lady who died hair and face painted and that sort of stuff to help people with their costumes. She was in a small building where the office of my school should be. The whole convention was held on an enlarged version of my school. It had a fancy waiting room. Taylor was transformed into a taxi wrestler (A taxi with a wrestling mask), and she went ahead and left to see the other attractions while I waited next to other geeks. There was a steriotypical fat geek guy next to me. Finally it was my turn. I had her dye my hair pink, straighten it, and paint feathers on my face. I was an owl I guess. The dream restarted, and now it was lucid. Everything was exactly the same, except this time there was a much longer line. There was barely enough time for her to transform me before the end of the convention. ~ THE END ~