Last night I dreamed that I moved into a new apartment which looked just like the last apartment I’d had in college (hideous brown carpet and mocha walls was like living in a blurry mud puddle).

My next door neighbor came over to introduce himself. It was Simon Pegg.

He and I sat on the sofa and chatted. After a few minutes, I leaned in and said, “I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this, but you look exactly like Tim Bisley.”

Simon Pegg blushed, fetchingly, and stammered, “I’m not that good looking.”

We then chatted about Tim Bisley’s hat.