I dreamed that I had arrived at my destination in my rented U-Haul when I realized I didn't have anyone to help me unload all my furniture at my new place. So I called my dad to ask what I should do and he was like, "No problem, I know some guys who can help you. I'll give them a call and they'll be there in a couple of hours." That's the first weird thing: My dad does not know anyone in Pennsylvania.
My dad's "friends" show up and they turn out to be Toby and Kevin from The Office. Not the actors who play Toby and Kevin, but the actual characters, still wearing their suits like they just came straight from Dunder-Mifflin Scranton. ***I need to interrupt myself for a second just to wonder why in the heck I couldn't have dreamed that it was Jim coming to help me? I get Toby and Kevin?*** Anyway, Dream Me asks, "Holy crap, how do you know my dad?" Kevin answers, "Well, we know everyone who works at all the Texas branches of Dunder-Mifflin." I respond, "My dad doesn't work for Dunder-Mifflin, and there are no Texas branches." Toby says, "Actually, your dad is one of the TX HR managers and I talk to him all the time." And we have this back and forth argument about the fact that my dad DOES NOT work for Dunder-Mifflin until finally we all get sick of it and Toby and Kevin go unload all my stuff.
So while they're doing that, this girl I know shows up to see how I'm settling in. She tells me she brought a friend and is it okay for him to come inside too, and I'm like sure, who's your friend? And it turns out to be Robert Downey Jr. Well, normally I would think that was cool, except he brings his huge entourage with him. There are about 30 people crammed into my tiny kitchen like sardines! Then Downey whips out his lighter and starts smoking a cigarette. I very politely tell him that I do not allow smoking in my home, but he is welcome to go outside (However, doing so is impossible at this point because Toby and Kevin have somehow managed to get my sofa stuck in the doorway!). Anyway, Downey ignores me and continues to smoke. So I snatch the cigarette from between his lips and drop it into the strawberry smoothie he's drinking (I'd also like to note that everyone else in his entourage is drinking a strawberry smoothie as well.). I think I must have dreamed this because I know Downey's been clean & sober for several years now, so he wouldn't be drinking an alcoholic beverage. I guess my brain just arbitrarily picked "strawberry smoothie" as the man's non-alcoholic beverage of choice.
So after I dispose of the cigarette in the smoothie, he kind of looks at me funny and then looks down at the cup in his hand and then looks back at me like he's going to say something...and then my alarm clock went off.