I dreamt I was at some sort of multi-fandom convention, at the MTP. I'm guessing it was P__kon, 2016 edition. I was sitting next to Mari on one of these uncomfortable, plastic, foldable chairs that are so ubiquitous at convention centers. Both of us were moderately drunk in that loud and cheerful manner. Everyone else were ignoring us however, as they were listening to a cosplay band playing(?) on stage. Thing is though, we knew they weren't really playing, only pretending, while in truth going through the motions of some ritual to summon Ye Olde Ones. I also knew that we had messed up their ritual instructions somehow, so I was just watching intently, with a Schadenfreude-esque anticipation, yearning to know how it backfires on them in some gruesome manner. I woke before they finished.
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