I had a dream I was hanging out with Jack Nicholson he was lying on the floor of London Stansted airport wrapped up in a blanket his head resting against and mirrored window. He was young Jack Nicholson from 1980. I was warning him about the fans we were going to encounter but also warning him about my trousers because they were just as famous as he was and I didn’t want him getting confused with the screaming fans kicking and screaming for him alone. He looked at me he didn’t say anything he didn’t not but he had a look of comprehension in his eyes. Again I pointed at my trousers and said these are just as famous as you are so be warned the fans will come after us double then what you’re used to.