I am visiting the late comic, Andy Kaufman (although he is dead in real life, in the dream, he is alive). He is a faded comic, whom nobody respects anymore. I am in his house, in his kitchen, trying to convince him that he once was great. We go to visit Steve Martin, a contemporary of his. I knock on the door and announce that I am here with Andy Kaufman. Martin does not open the door and yells at us to go away.