I once had a dream of my family and I driving by an unfamiliar neighborhood where some sort of outdoor FurCon was being hosted (and this was before I even decided to be a furry; I was still learning about the fandom).
In my dream, I saw some fursuiters playing frisbee, others were walking along the sidewalks talking to eachother, and some of them stopped and just watched us drive by. Some of them even waved at us.
I started to wave back, but then my older sister grabbed my wrist to stop me, saying, "Don't wave at them."
I asked, "Why? I'm just being nice."
"Because then they will think that we are one of them." she answered, letting go of my wrist.
"I don't see anything wrong with that..." I thought to myself as I looked out the window once again.
Soon after, we stopped at one of the houses and went inside. There was furry merchandise for sale on just about every shelf, cupboard, and table.
"If we aren't one of them, then why are we here of all places?" I thought to myself as I recalled what my sister had said to me moments earlier.
Shortly after, somebody walked over to us. I assumed she was the person who owns the house.
"Hi! How may I help you?" She asked us.
My dad stepped forward and replied, "We are just here to pick up..." (I don't recall who he said we were here for, but I think it was either one of my siblings, or a friend)
The lady replied, "Okay! They are in the restroom right now. While you wait for them, you can..."
My memory gets a bit more fuzzy here, but I remember that I was looking at all the merch during the whole conversation, and shortly after my dad had told the lady why we were there, I eventually realized that I was dreaming. But before I could try to control the dream, I woke up.