
In my dream, I'm wandering around an SF con. There appears to be a bit of a comics theme as many people are in costume. I remember a good Swamp Thing costume and some X-Men costumes. I am, oddly, wearing something of a costume. It's an appliance that fits under my shirt and if I "flex my muscles" they glow with an eerie purple.
I'm hosting a party room. There are party favors left by either previous occupants or folks who came to hang out at the party before I started hosting it. They are little badges that say "Legionnaire" and are tied to some comic or game (or both). If you pick one up and don't have a corresponding pin or something to prove you are a member of the Legion, they start to ping after a short period of time. After 10 pings, they glow and get hot enough that you wouldn't want to hold them. I'm guessing the Legion is of "the Dead."
After a while I wander into other rooms of the party. We seem to have a suite of rooms around a corner with two doors going into a hallway/foyer. In one of the rooms a bunch of people are sitting around, reading, talking quietly and such. One one corner of a bed, the aforementioned Jim Young and
In any case, I congratulated Jim on his story in F&SF and hung out quietly for a bit. I started musing about the idea of hosting MN-Stf reading rooms at conventions. Kind of a fan lounge, but not fanzine-oriented. A place for quiet reading or conversation, to relax from the hubbub of a convention and actually meet some people (as opposed to encountering them). As I drifted off to sleep in my dream I awoke into this reality and wanted to jot it all down.