The other night, I had a dream. Well, it was really a few dreams that blended together, and they had many parts, and lots of things probably happened in them… but in this post I’m only going to talk about one of those parts.

In this part of this dream, I was on my own, until I came across a group of people all hanging out on various cushions and couches. To my delight, they were all dressed in Pokémon costumes. I sat with them and things were nice and comfy. At one point, I said something along the lines of “It’s nice being left out because of the fact that I’m the only human here, for once!” I felt like I’d found my people.

They had some spare costumes. Masks and tails. I wanted to join in on their fun. Unfortunately, none of their masks would fit me. I could hang out with them all I wanted, but only as my human self.

That’s a recurring theme in my dreams, really. Whenever there are furry accessories of some kind, which is very often, there’s always some complication that prevents me from wearing them. Maybe they don’t fit, or maybe something about them just doesn’t align with what I like (4-fingered gloves when I prefer 5-fingered is one that comes up a lot), hell, sometimes I just expect them to be somewhere and they’re just missing. They’re always just out of reach in one way or another.

… so yeah. Wonder what that’s about…