Okay - so, this morning, when I woke up, I had to write these details down so that I could remember as much as I could:
In my dream, I was helping Ben Stiller and Sandra Bullock, who were undercover spies working as judges at a dance reality show, to save the life of the Russian Premier (!?) from a female midget assassin who was going to kill him using a frozen chicken and a red rubber stamp. As thanks for my help, Ben Stiller offered to do my taxes for free.
...don't ask me. I got no explanation for this. I didn't take any weird medication, eat anything unusual, or do anything out of the norm before I went to bed last night.
I'm really tempted to submit this to a dream interpretation website just to see what it'd say...