I had a dream this morning in which I was at Readercon, sitting in one corner of a boisterous con suite, catching up with Resa Nelson. I've known Resa for more than 20 years, but these days we tend to only see each other face to face once a year at that convention, which is coming up in two months, so it made sense that she would appear in one of my dreams.

Then into the con suite comes, of all people, my mother, who plops down in a chair next to us. She's out of breath from playing tourist during the day, and tells me that she just wanted to check how I was doing. Her visitation in my dream also makes sense (even though she's never attended a convention in real life) considering that yesterday was Mother's Day, after all.

But then comes the part that doesn't make much sense, at least not now, in daylight, though it made perfect sense in dream. Kenneth, the NBC page from the TV series 30 Rock, shows up at the party, and makes a beeline for me. He pulls me away from friends and family, and asks me for a favor. I don't find his presence odd, perhaps because if he were a real person rather than just a fictional character, the fact that he's an NBC page would mean that technically we worked for the same company, since NBC and SCI FI are both part of the same conglomerate.

Kenneth asks if he can borrow my assault rifle. Strangely, nothing seems out of place about his request, even though in real life I don't own one (though I do own a 12 gauge shotgun). In the dream, I just happen to have that assault rifle with me, and hand it over to him, loading it for him before I do so. Again, in the dream, this seems natural. Kenneth wanders off happy, his usual goofy self, giving no hint as to why he needed the weapon. As soon as he was gone, I woke up.

I'm not entirely sure what all this means, but if you'll be attending Readercon this year, you'd better watch out for Kenneth!