From my dream journal:
I dreamed I met Markiplier! There was a weird convention with creators doing craft projects, and Mark's project was miniatures. He had like a little group of characters I think, and various prop items.

After the presentation, the creators split off to do meet & greet type things. Initially I didn't bother trying to meet Mark, figuring he'd be mobbed, but then he loudly (jokingly) 'complained' that no one was coming to talk with him, so I went and bonded with him over miniatures. He teased me about something but I don't remember what.

Also for some reason the convention center was like flooded, there were even waterfalls, and you had to swim from place to place.

Afterwards, somehow I was in the UK, and went for a chicken dinner takeaway. Who should be working the till (segregated by plexiglass for Covid-19 safety, of course) but Jacksepticeye himself! This was green hair-era Sean, though it was pretty heavily faded.

He and another employee rang me up, and I pointed out that I hadn't ordered yet. The young lady working alongside Sean responded, but I couldn't hear her; when she repeated herself she explained it was "_____ night" and thus I could only get the one meal, though I still didn't hear what it was. Turned out to be like half a baked chicken with I think boiled potatoes and probably a vegetable.

After I got my food, while I was still at the counter (did I ever pay?), the cook came out seeking reassurance that the food was good, which it was!