Okay, so I had the weirdest dream the other day.

You see, in October me and some friends of mine are going to our first con in October, so it's been on my mind, and well... In the dream some weird things happened.

I woke up (in the dream) and got dressed and ready for school as it was Monday. I was just about to open the door when my friend Kelly suddenly opened it and said to me in a really dramatic voice. "Hey! Let's go to the con!" So I said "Yes!" and suddenly changed into Roy Mustang's military costume. We all got into the car, my mum driving in the front and me with two friends in the back, me as Roy, Kelly as Edward and another friend of mine, Matthew, as Envy. Except there was a problem, because as the moment I have really long hair, and Roy's hair is short. So I said to mum in a really dramatic voice. "Hey, can we stop at the barbers?" She agreed, and then we drove all the wave from south Wales to London in about five minutes. We arrived at the con, and we were in this huge entrance like one of those huge cathedral entrances, but for some reason it was in the bottom of Big Ben. There was this fancy leather suit of sofa's there, so we all sat down. Then this short girl dressed as Link from legend of Zelda arrived, but she looked just like toon Link, so I went and hugged her. Then I suddenly realised that my hair was still long, so I went to find a barber. I walked into this huge building, and there was this theatre set, but made as if for the phantom of the opera. So I climbed up on the set and there was this play going on, with Krusty the clown from the Simsons playing the villain. We both cried out "Noooooo!" in really dramatic voices, as if we were being thwarted, then we fell back and landed in this big wooden tube of water. Krusty had died, so I just got up and trotted out of the theatre and into the long corridor of showers, like those one's they have at gyms or swimming pools. There were these like pink and blue anthropomorphic hippos just standing under the showers being really angsty, so I walked past to the end of the showers. There were two doors, one leading into olden style cobbled streets, and the other leading out into these kitchens with large red cookers with huge black hobs, and there was one of these old fashioned iron baths over turned in between them on a bed of towels. So I walked into the kitchen and said, in a really dramatic voice. "Does anyone know where I can find a barber?" Then this classical little fat cartoon chef appeared, with a white coat, huge lack moustache and mushroom hat on. He said in a dramatic voice, "I am a barber!" and pulled out this gigantic meat cleaver. He then cut my hair for me in the perfect Roy Mustang style with the meat cleaver, and I just wondered back to the con.

It was really frigging weird. Maybe eating cheese before bed is not the best idea...