I decided to have a nap after work.
I dreamt that it was time for VanCon, but I hadn't been able to get a ticket. The convention was held in some swanky ballroom/bar. It was AMAZINGLY ornate and beautiful, with different levels - the upper most level had a bar. Seriously, I wish I could draw you this place - it was all dark wood and chandeliers. Sort of like an extremely upscale version of the Vancouver's Commodore Ballroom.
At one point, before or after the J2 panel, I snuck into the bar section of the ballroom and ordered a drink. I talked with an elderly couple who didn't know what the heck was going on and who all these people were. Then I realized that Jared was making his way through the ballroom, followed by a mass of giggling girls with their cameras out. He was stopping to talk to each and every person.
Finally, Jared gets to me and explains: Apparently there was a mix-up with the venue, and the bar had charged Jared and Jensen for ALL purchases made during the convention. Jared was carrying the receipts and getting people to pay him back.
"Oh," I said, getting a ten out of my wallet, knowing that it would cover my drink, "...why would they do that?"
"I don't know," Jared said and sorted through the pile of recipes he was carrying, "but I need you to give me $8 for..." and here he squinted at the receipt. "...Preparation H."
"....what? I didn't..." I said horrified, "....I had a rum and ginger! I swear!"
"Whatever," Jared shrugged, and then moved onto the next person.