Thank you for asking this question, because I love telling this story! Here's a dream I had about Nicholas Cage many years ago:

I was peering out of the living room window with a cup of tea in hand, enjoying the sunshine in the early morning when I noticed something going on outside of my window on the ground near the flower pots.

I leant forward to take a closer look at what was happening, when I saw someone crouched down over one of my flower pots wearing a bathrobe. I watched closely to try to figure out what on earth was going on, and realised that it was none other than the esteemed actor Nicholas Cage himself.

I watched on in bewilderment as Mr Cage feverishly, exuberantly and very intensely sniffed at the flowers beneath my living room window. He pulled facial expressions of bliss and ecstasy that really only Nicholas Cage can pull as he inhaled sniff after sniff of my petunias.

In a euphoric stupor, he gave up his previous desire to remain hidden from the neighbourhood and allowed himself to fall to the ground, flower pot in hand, and continued to lavish in his flowery heaven.

Then, perhaps most bizarrely of all, he slowly and almost covertly turned his attention from the flowers to the inside of his bathrobe. He stuck his head under one side of the bathrobe and began sniffing the interior with an intensity only expressed by the likes of Castor Troy, as though this was secretly the plan that he didn't want to admit to himself all along.

I woke up laughing my head off, accidentally waking my wife in the process.