Sounds like you were at Fort Koskanong, or a countless number of other events. I sort of have the same dream, but instead I write for a reenacting magazine and was fired for calling certian events Farbie. And now every time I show up at an event, some points at me and says,"Didn't you used to be Wil Crouch?"
So don't worry it will be all right.
I dreamed last night about a heron named Spike in my kitchen who wanted Girl Scout cookies.
I thought it was a pretty weird dream until I read this.
Maaaaaan when your work stress starts carrying over into your weekend hobbies, there are issues I think ;)
No, this is worse, much worse than Fort Koshkonong. Think more renfaire.
As for work getting to me, yea. I'm taking the signs. Ktreva even thinks that my problems at work are compounding my health issues.
And if you think this dream is weird, you sould hear the one about the time I had to wash Luke Skywalker's van.
Red reminded me that my dream was not a dream. It really happened when I use to write for Smoke and Fire. Oh well, so much for dreams.