I had this dream:
I was at Paul Walker's funeral and I had to be in charge of his dog, but then, there were people after his dog. It turns out his dog had witnessed a murder and they wanted to kill him so I'm carrying his dog who's like 20 or 30 pounds and running. I end up in this sports stadium where I run into Mark Ruffalo and he tells me that he has my back. He does the wave and distracts the whole stadium into standing up and blocking the view of me from the bad guys. At this point, my subconscious has decided that the 30 pound dog is too easy and it's now a fluffy white cat who doesn't want to be held. I kept running and the dream ended.