So, a weird one for the recordbooks tonight, ladies, gents, and people of nontraditional gender identities! So, my buddies are in a Superhero Secert Agent Training program, and on our way back from some minor mission (no clue what, sorry), I'm chatting with my in-dream girlfriend, on the way to the cafeteria (run by a staff from the ranch I was at and my older cousin). As soon as we enter, we're confronted by Hugo Weaving, who has the powers of Agent Smith apparently, even though he's still Hugo Weaving. Apparently I embarrased him during he filming of The Matrix, somehow, which produced a viral video that recently got big again. We talk, he leaves, and on my drive home with the gf, suddenly he is sliding across the hood, Dukes of Hazzard style, there's a clap of thunder at the same time he starts screaming, and now the gf is flying off of my hood, and Hugo is in the seat next to me. He turns to me and says "The average relationship lasts five years. You've fixated on our encounter for fifteen. You secertly want me."
Smash to black. So, yeah.