I usually have the strangest dreams involving celebrities I do not know.

Last night, I dreamt I was dating Marc Jacobs. Presumably, he was heterosexual. He also let me cherry-pick from all his collections, and I think I damn near died of happiness.

It would have been the perfect dream, apart from the fact that Lucille Bluth suddenly appeared as his mother and shouted at me.

I really have the strangest dreams. But Arrested Development cameos aside, it was so, so, so, so splendid.