I dreamt I was entering a pro-basketball game from the locker room following all of the players out onto the court. I popped a bottle of champagne as all of the fans started to cheer. It spilled all over the court and LeBron James was furious.

I dreamt that Harry Styles had hundreds of piercings all over his chest and stomach; some of the earring pairs were still attached to their white backing card. He also had a puppet stage mounted around his upper body to sell his merchandise while he walked around.

I drempt that Bill Gates was crying in my arms and, to comfort him, I said, “You are my father,” and he pulled away and said, “That’s too far.”

I dreamt Mariska Hargitay was lying on a bathroom floor dying but couldn’t reach the Comet cleanser that she needed to eat to survive.

I dreamt that I was told my recycling had to be hung in plastic bags high up in trees and someone had to stand under each one overnight until the recycling truck came.  I refused, but Will Smith said that he would standunder one of mine and Matthew McConaughey said he would stand under the other.

I dreamt that I was at a sleepover with Barak Obama and Howard Wolowitz (Big Bang Theory).  Howard Wolowitz slept on top of Barak Obama’s hat.