He was holding a bowl of socks. We waved at each other.

It was only slightly less weird than my previous dream, where they filmed a movie starring an enormous octopus a la Free Willy and they had him on display at the Oscars (I remember Kermit the Frog came and looked at him) and then in the middle of the awards an activist broke in and she freed the giant octopus.

And I remember standing there thinking “but I’m afraid of cephalopods.”

Suddenly…cephalopods.