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Sometimes I Dream Real Dark
Aug. 2nd, 2012 11:35 pmI had a bad dream today. One of the worst yet.
I was attending the Science Fiction & Fantasy Readers Club meeting in Chester Library. It was August 11th - the next meeting scheduled for this year - and the room was empty at 14:45. The meeting started at 14:00.
I walked out, went up to Vicki at the desk and told her I'd quit. Told her she'd have to find someone else to run the club. I'd made it halfway down the stairs, when I realised I'd left my bag behind, so I went back to collect it.
The meeting room was bloody packed. Everyone was there. All the regulars, and some newcomers who'd been brought in from TEBS, the unofficial club that had split off from this one about this time last year.
I'm not saying who was in charge, but it was not who I thought it would be. Then one of the regulars got up, came up to me, and in a mocking tone, pretending to be kind, told me the following.
"I'm sorry, but I think you've a right to know. We've been boycotting you. A few months back we all went behind your back and made a pact at one of the rebel meetings to send you to Coventry. We've all been ignoring your emails, we've set your Facebook to exclude your group status updates and we've set up our own version of your group and blog and running the show behind the scenes without you.
"We were hoping you'd take the hint and leave on your own. I'm sorry you just took so long to get it through your thick skull that we didn't want you."
Then I woke up.
I was attending the Science Fiction & Fantasy Readers Club meeting in Chester Library. It was August 11th - the next meeting scheduled for this year - and the room was empty at 14:45. The meeting started at 14:00.
I walked out, went up to Vicki at the desk and told her I'd quit. Told her she'd have to find someone else to run the club. I'd made it halfway down the stairs, when I realised I'd left my bag behind, so I went back to collect it.
The meeting room was bloody packed. Everyone was there. All the regulars, and some newcomers who'd been brought in from TEBS, the unofficial club that had split off from this one about this time last year.
I'm not saying who was in charge, but it was not who I thought it would be. Then one of the regulars got up, came up to me, and in a mocking tone, pretending to be kind, told me the following.
"I'm sorry, but I think you've a right to know. We've been boycotting you. A few months back we all went behind your back and made a pact at one of the rebel meetings to send you to Coventry. We've all been ignoring your emails, we've set your Facebook to exclude your group status updates and we've set up our own version of your group and blog and running the show behind the scenes without you.
"We were hoping you'd take the hint and leave on your own. I'm sorry you just took so long to get it through your thick skull that we didn't want you."
Then I woke up.
