I dreamt that VanCon was still going on, and I had a private Q&A ticket for Jensen. This time though, the private Q&A was held in a sports bar, and there was play-off game on between Vancouver and Tampa Bay. The group of us had beers, and chatted, and Jensen complained about all the hockey, and me and the other girls (who seemed to also be Canadian, except raloria, who was also there) chatted about which team actually had the most Canadians on it...
In the dream, I was wearing a shirt with Spanish lettering on it - just a white T-shirt with red letters. I explained to Jensen that my older sister had given it to me, and that I didn't actually know what it said...and hey, maybe he would know, because he was from Texas and might know more Spanish than I did.
He read my shirt, while calmly sipping from his beer - and then he did a classic spit-take.
"What does it say?" I asked innocently.
"We are crazy; don't touch the tits."
Sage advice from my subconscious.