I dreamt that I was wearing a kangaroo fursuit at a furry con, but I didn't have the head on yet and I was at the head of the registration line so I was trying to plunk down cash but kept coming up with tattered small bills until I handed over a $253 bill and then couldn't find the fursuit head I'd been carrying.
I... don't even.
@ElectricKeet I want a $253 bill now.
@mawr I know I wouldn't turn one down!
The part of last night's dream that continues to haunt my brain into the day is how flustered I was at the reg desk, trying to keep track of my fursuit head, purse, and wallet while being surrounded by the energetic chaos of the first day of a convention, all the while being frustrated and embarrassed that all I wanted was to get through all this, get the head on, step outside my own mental bullshit, and just be a happy cute friendly carefree plush critter for a while.