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I just dreamed it was the summer of 2001 and our former Japanese exchange student Mayumi was back to visit and we (18), my then-9-yo sister and my mom were driving to Kansas City and stopped at a state fair in Missouri, where my mom bought a pig and then, while she was in another room and the rest of us were looking at ornamental chickens, Mayumi suddenly turned into an ornamental chicken before our eyes. She could still communicate with us but she couldn't speak and she wanted to get out of there so L and I were trying to smuggle a medium-sized ornamental chicken out of the fair without being observed because the chickens weren't for sale, they were all about to have a series of exhibition fights.

We were going to wait for Mom at the car (before cell phones!), but our car was in the line of sight from the fight pens that were being set up in front of the building, so we tried to casually sidle out of the parking lot while concealing an ornamental chicken. (She was cooperative, but she would occasionally complain or jump from my arm to my shoulder or into a nearby tree one time. She wasn't happy about being a chicken.)

And while we were trying to look unremarkable loitering on the road outside, we saw a broken-down classic car with a group of people and I suddenly recognized one of them as

phosfate and realized it must be a group of fans.

So we crossed the road to them and I said "Psst! Are you Ann Larimer?"

She said, "Who's asking?"

I hissed, "Cimness!!"

So she said, "Oh, okay, proceed."

I said, "Actually this is kind of a weird question, but do you guys have any idea how to hide this medium-sized ornamental chicken while we wait for my mom to get out of that fair parking lot and pick us up?"

There was a confused silence.

"Actually it's kind of weirder than that," I said, "but... do any of you have any experience with... animal transformation?"

"OH yeah," said everyone, relieved, except a guy that looked exactly like John Boyega, whom I immediately realized wasn't ACTUALLY John Boyega, and then I thought to myself, OH that must be her friend John, so THAT'S what he looks like!. He was sitting behind the driver's wheel and leaned out to say, "Try CAR transformation."

"You mean you know somebody who TURNED INTO A CAR?" I said, awed. He just nodded solemnly.

Then there was a little time skip and we were all crowded into the classic car, which was now inching forward, and their plan was to drive so slowly into the parking lot that nobody would notice and ease right up next to the van so that we could all just kind of duck over and crawl into the van to wait for our mom to come out, which we did and it actually worked, and then I woke up as we were getting ready to explain chicken transformation to my mom.

... Weirdly, I dream about fandom people being real frequently, but this is the second time

phosfate had custody of the getaway vehicle in one. I think like 10 years ago or something I had a dream where people from Fandom Wank were fleeing a party and she gave me a ride on her motorcycle.