elaborate dream about being at a convention on multiple floors of a big hotel although dream logic wise there weren't always distinct rooms; about trying to get on an elevator full of people all taller than me, taking a wrong turn and being in the room selling con swag; meeting a fursuiter with a friend's name, but they weren't my friend; trying specifically to find @baxil; and when I finally got to where I could suit up, the detail of putting my belt through loops of my tail, and having full sleeve arms rather than gloves. The most wildly off the rails part was suddenly being in a big garden and some of the suiters were life size Triceratops and Tyrannosaurus suits made for a museum to give visitors a better idea of how big these things were.