Film of Dreams

I was joking with Joanna last night that she was going to have nightmares after a particularly rich meal out. Well, it was me with the vivid dream this morning. (and I had a rather innocuous black bean burrito for supper!)

(do do loodle do, do do loodle do)

I was attending the showing of a friend's film in an old timey kind of theatre. I was late so was sitting way over to one side where I had a bit of trouble seeing the screen. But it was exciting to be at a film premiere anyway.

I wasn't the last arrival though. No. A couple came in even later than me and sat in my row. In fact, who came and sat right beside me but Steven Spielberg and his wife. The famous film director sat to my left and showed me this big bag of amateurishly wrapped presents, saying that they had received them at an event they had just come from. By this time the film had started and the sound was quite loud where we were sitting so I didn't quite catch what he was saying. I thought he was telling me to open them up.

So I started unwrapping the presents. The first one was some camping gear, like a camp chair in a nice bag and a ground cloth. I don't remember what else I unwrapped but it was all pretty nice stuff. The Spielbergs weren't too happy with me though because, it turns out, they were supposed to pick just one present to open and give the rest back. It seemed quite odd and a bit crazy to me but after all...

It was just a dream.