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.
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.
