The following dream happened the night after I'd been trawling the Interwebz for reference pictures of the P2 weapons for hours:
In my house there is a room that I use as an art studio, and I was in there and I'd actually started constructing the armour for my Ladypred cosplay. And sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of me was the lovely Pussyface, giving me disapproving looks as I was making the armour, and at the same time being useful and holding my sticky tape for me. Then, for some reason, my friend shows up and grabs the end of the tape and wraps Pussyface up in it. Then both disappear, leaving me standing in the middle of Bourne Woods (look it up, it's a famous place) with an encylopedia of mushrooms and a roll of Sellotape.
Weird. My subconscious needs a holiday.