I had a dream that I was Bill Murray’s personal assistant. I was on the phone with him and he was telling me to go into this condominium and get something (a pad of paper iirc) out of a droor of a table that has a lamp on it.

I was like, “who’s house is this? Do I just walk right in?” And he was like “don’t worry about it, it’s my house, the door is unlocked just walk in and get it.” I was super annoyed with him; it felt like we had this weird relationship where he was always asking me to do stupid things and putting me in bad situations. I didn’t believe him. I was like “goddammit Bill, I know you’re full of shit” and he was like “just do it, it’ll be fine I swear.”

So I walk in, I go to the droor and open it, grab the note pad thing, and then Ed Norton comes running down the stairs in a bath towel with a baseball bat, screaming at me. I’m like, “I’m not stealing I swear! Bill Murray told me to come here and get this thing!”

I tried to give the phone to him to talk to Bill or whatever, but he calmed down and let me leave.

It was funny how I felt like I had this relationship with Bill Murray, and he was like a weird tweaker uncle who was roping me into his schemes or something. Like a Rick and Morty relationship. It was also funny how surprised I was to see Ed Norton. Crazy that our own brains can surprise us like that.

That was the only dream I can remember ever having that involved a famous person.