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I dreamed that I attended a furry convention
15 years ago
Usually my dreams are absurdist stream-of-consciousness brain dumps of the previous day, but occasionally they'll produce something notable.
There were two groups of people I was getting ready to meet at the convention: Two close, non-furry real-life friends who I secretly knew were attending. They had a genuine interest of observing furries as examples of artists working in sincerity for their art. The other group was the large number of furries I'd made friends with online over the past year, and I was looking forward to finally seeing them in person.
There are some interesting levels of separation in my life regarding the fandom: No one (to my knowledge) outside of the fandom, including my real-life friends, knows about this part of my life. Very few people in the fandom have actually seen me in person. There's the face of ignorance I put on when someone mentions furries in my everyday life, and there's the face of a gray anthropomorphic wolf that I put on when I interact with the majority of people on this site. Finding myself drawn by others in their artwork is a very similar feeling to meeting them in person, for they've taken time out of their day to devote some time to bring me to corporeality in some form (either in person or in ink), and that's touching.
But back to the dream: Out of curiosity, I thought I could try one final layer of separation with the two groups of people: The old friends who were about to discover that I was a furry, and the online furry friends that had never seen me in person. I put on a fursuit (a mixed breed black and white dog of some kind, not my wolf character) to meet both of them and experience their reactions to some person in a dog suit without knowing who I was. It would be one final masking event before exposing myself forever.
Unfortunately, my dream shifted to the experience of trying to reach the convention center floor by means of a dedicated escalator/slide chute for penguins which shampooed them as they slid down to the ground level. I was covered in foam as I exited the hotel and found the streets of Chicago were now serving both cars and airplanes. DC-10s and semi trucks shared the urban canyons of downtown in perfect harmony. I woke up.
It's a shame, because I was really looking forward to seeing the reaction of both groups. Hey guys, I'm not this dog, I'm me! Hello!
There were two groups of people I was getting ready to meet at the convention: Two close, non-furry real-life friends who I secretly knew were attending. They had a genuine interest of observing furries as examples of artists working in sincerity for their art. The other group was the large number of furries I'd made friends with online over the past year, and I was looking forward to finally seeing them in person.
There are some interesting levels of separation in my life regarding the fandom: No one (to my knowledge) outside of the fandom, including my real-life friends, knows about this part of my life. Very few people in the fandom have actually seen me in person. There's the face of ignorance I put on when someone mentions furries in my everyday life, and there's the face of a gray anthropomorphic wolf that I put on when I interact with the majority of people on this site. Finding myself drawn by others in their artwork is a very similar feeling to meeting them in person, for they've taken time out of their day to devote some time to bring me to corporeality in some form (either in person or in ink), and that's touching.
But back to the dream: Out of curiosity, I thought I could try one final layer of separation with the two groups of people: The old friends who were about to discover that I was a furry, and the online furry friends that had never seen me in person. I put on a fursuit (a mixed breed black and white dog of some kind, not my wolf character) to meet both of them and experience their reactions to some person in a dog suit without knowing who I was. It would be one final masking event before exposing myself forever.
Unfortunately, my dream shifted to the experience of trying to reach the convention center floor by means of a dedicated escalator/slide chute for penguins which shampooed them as they slid down to the ground level. I was covered in foam as I exited the hotel and found the streets of Chicago were now serving both cars and airplanes. DC-10s and semi trucks shared the urban canyons of downtown in perfect harmony. I woke up.
It's a shame, because I was really looking forward to seeing the reaction of both groups. Hey guys, I'm not this dog, I'm me! Hello!
I do that a lot too. It's strange to finally meet someone you been talking to through text only. To see the face attached to the voice
Very cool stuff.
I was there too! DANG IT
I guess FCN is in April, if you go, I'll go... with penguins 8)
I believe it'd be astounding to meet you, you seem really great an interesting :)
"Hey, are you Redacteur?...."
"Hey, are you Redacteur?..."
"Hey, are you Redacteur?..."
"None of these dog people are Redacteur" lol
Have fun where you do go :)
Redacteurs everywhere
But...
Have you ever wondered if one of your human friends shared the same secret?
A class mate of mine last semester ended up being a furry too!
One who was familiar with my username even!
Imagine the surprise when they take off their dog head to see it was one of your best friends all along. That would be so exciting! But probably unlikely X3
The only time anyone has ever brought up the subject was when someone from school mentioned the XKCD comic. He found the existence of such a subculture hilarious but didn't seem very interested when I interrupted the story prepared to give a more detailed but non-committal explanation in my typical besserwisser way.