Walking Zombie.... "Braaaaiiins!"

This weekend was Conbust, and it went fine. I had a lot of fun, even with worrying over the guests and where they where. I was the Guest Liason, so my job was to know where the guests were and if they had everything they needed. But I also had time to do other things, like run a D&D game (one part of the tournament game that Buns made.), make a boffing sword, be in the boffing war, play Shadowrun, and loads of other stuff. I am so tired, I just gave up on doing physics, and I am going to do my chinese tomorrow morning.
I had a weird dream last night, it was set in a big house that looked a bit like several of the older houses on campus moshed together. I saved some kids from a pedofile by making a deal with him that he would let them go and got to do whatever he wanted to me. Then there was this scene where I pissed him off, don't remember how, and he promised that I would pay. And then Chris (guy from Conbust) and Talia was my knights in shining armor by not letting me be alone with him. And there was a ton of other SSFFS people and my brother just being in the background all the time. How does my brain come up with this stuff? It is almost as wacko as the terrorist-dino dream I had last term. I almost think I should have my dreams analysed by people who do that sort of stuff...