Lately I haven't been remembering my dreams, but this one was weird enough to stick in my mind all day.
I'm not entirely sure what the occasion was, but I went to the post office to pick up a package. The package itself was the size of a large stack of books, and inside, surrounded by a bunch of multi-colored accordion-cut confetti was a note:
"Enjoy. Hope you like it.
--Jimmy Fallon."
Also, don't worry, the Fallon in my dream was no cheapskate. He sent me a small mirror in an intricately cut black frame, and a bunch of other small items that apparently weren't that memorable. What I do remember was thinking how the heck Fallon knew who I was and why he thought to send me a package.
