I dreamt I went to New York (I’ve never been there so it was nothing really like New York). I ended up in some huge botanical gardens which were kind of maze-like, there were little paths leading here and there. It seemed to be a private function and then I found out it was some kind of film awards ceremony and there were famous people just sort of mooching around, saying hello to passers-by. The only person I recognised, though, was David Letterman. I felt a bit conspicuous and couldn’t work out how I’d been allowed to enter.