dream

So I had an odd dream last night.

I was at the ALA annual conference with Jenn C. and someone else (I think it was Vicki S.). I was at a program where we were watching MST3K (with Mike). After it was over, I met back up with Jenn and whoever and went out for dinner. We walked back to where our rental car was parked and got in to go back to our hotel. I asked Jenn if she wanted to drive her car back or just leave it in the parking garage overnight. While she was thinking about it, Matt Dillon came in through the sunroof. He said he just wanted to hang with us. Jenn decided she felt more comfortable leaving her car in the garage overnight. Then I was in the Pate room where a poker tournament was going on. People were betting both chips and the pre-pubs they'd gotten at ALA. Justin Bieber was playing at the same table as me, and killing everyone. Soon he had all the chips and all the books. I hugged him and said "Biebs, you're my favorite." He said thanks and let me have back the books he had won from me. We packed up the rest of his bags, and Marsha and Kornela helped me take them up to the children's department for the night.

WHAT? I had a dream about Justin Bieber??