Last Podcast in my Dream

Date: 4/23/2019

So there was some sort of a performance going on. An event. A convention? Something like that. I guess it was a live episode of a podcast I listen to (Last Podcast on the Left) but there was weird stuff going on at different points. There were a bunch of teens with coordinating outfits who danced at one point at the end, but for the most part they just asked questions and clapped at the answers. Members of the podcast Last Podcast on the Left (Marcus Parks and Ben Kissel) were “working” this event (sitting at a table on the stage), and Marcus predicted a name and wrote it on a set of dog tags at the beginning of the event. At the end, a boy in the crowd claimed that name belonged to his grandmother and there was some deeper magic to all this that I don’t remember because dreams fade so easily from memory if I don’t concentrate on them. Anyway, everyone clapped, and it was fun to see 2014-era Marcus and Ben. Marcus kept flipping his hair back and I realized we had nearly the same hair, but mine’s curlier. Then I woke up.