I had one really strange dream involving absolutely no one I know. I had ended up at Jeff Goldblum's home, and the Fat Orange Slug Squatting in the Oval Office showed up, drunk and as boorish and crass as the rumors about him were in Manhattan before he won the 2016 election. That damned Apprentice program really cleaned up his act for the public.
For some reason I had brought along book which he made fun of and I had removed my shoes. At one point a woman - an aging overweight blonde (Marla Maples, maybe?) - showed up, determined to become intimate with the Fat Orange Slug who had decided for reasons I cannot remember to shower. I used the opportunity to get away, but I couldn't find a bag for my books and in my haste to put on my shoes I could not get them on.