Nightmare Con

No better dreams last night.

I dreamed I was attending a Con with James Marsters (who I was married to?) and we stopped by a store to look at some Warhammer and D&D stuff and then while they were closing they asked for my help so I did and then Jared Padalecki came in (Sam from Supernatural) and he had a fever so he sat next to me on the couch and went to sleep on my shoulder.  I put my hand up to check his forehead and James came in and thought we'd had a fling while he was gone.

We of course hadn't but he got Alan Rickman to come in and mediate so I went through my entire afternoon with Alan (all of which I'd either spent with James at the Con or here at the shop with the people working here, who were now gone), and then I realized I couldn't remember what had happened before, at lunchtime, but I knew it wasn't bad!

I just couldn't remember...

I was so frustrated and angry and hurt that someone would accuse me (and Jared, who is MARRIED) of sleeping around when I so obviously hadn't.  It was agonizing.

Sigh.

Maybe I just need to take something and sleep through the night tonight.