Dream

A fictional character played by a young Mark Ruffalo was in my house (in a very fetching black cashmere sweater). He opened a drawer and just threw up in it, in passing. Shoved it closed behind him, vomit and all, and kept going.


So I marched off and found Deadpool (whose current movie I have not seen) and demanded financial compensation for damages I had suffered as a result of interacting with fictional characters. And he pulled out a leather wallet and handed me a wad of cash.