Dream
Met up with Colton at MFF, but he was on the 22nd floor of the atrium, so we were discussing how to actually get up there so I could meet his dog, which he'd brought to the con. I had broken my foot, so I was stuck on crutches trying to figure out how to get up 22 flights of stairs because the elevators are glass. (I may be even more acrophobic in my dreams than in person :P) The dog turned invisible whenever it left his house, so I wouldn't be able to see it, just pet it.
Dream, lewd
"Petting the invisible dog" is my new euphemism for masturbation.