Elon Musk in dream

In a recent dream, I get a phone call from Elon Musk. Talking about himself in the third person, he asks if I would accept Elon Musk's mail forwarded to my address. I say yes. An FBI agent then shows up at my home to search for his mail but finds nothing.

I then hear a thud in the mail receptacle in my garage. There is a large quantity of mail, which I assume is for Musk, though I don’t examine the pieces.

A kind woman shows up and asks about the mail. I tell her she is free to take it.

I am then at a party sitting on a couch next to Musk. He announces he is open to new ideas, and I want to tell him about my fusion reactor theory. I wake up.