Last night this M.A.R.S. resident dreamt that all hir roommates took hir to a Twilight convention somewhere in Washington. X was kinda weirded out, but decided to go anyways, by force. It was a really nice drive and there were some modern abstract rock sculptures along the way, by the little bridge in the town. While X's roommates mingled with other Twilight fans, a girl walked up to X and talked about the politics and social issues of Twilight. X acted like ze'd read the book.