First Friday of the Month.... You know what day it is!

Since there's no dream interpretation forum, I think that I'll post this here...

Especially since it's still fresh in my mind.

I dreamt that I was somewhere in Europe...

The scenario morphed into what I think was a street in downtown Amsterdam, somewhere in the past. And I was walking around, I noticed that a lot of people of diverse ethnic backgrounds, with many very beautiful women were walking around in festive attire. Some were dressed in gowns and others were dressed like Pagliacci the Clown, while everyone else was dressed in regular contemporary street clothes. The general atmospheric mood was happy and carefree.

The streets had lights hanging overhead and the windows were all well lit, the shops and gathering places were all full and everyone seemed quite joyful. I also felt quite happy being back in Amsterdam once again.

So as I walked further down the street, I noticed an open door way, it seemed inviting, yet unadorned. So I walked through that doorway into a long workspace like room and made my way to a desk by a wall with a computer on it. Since there was no one around, I decided to help myself to sending an email to someone. I don't recall what the message's content was, but when I finished sending it, someone came into the room and confronted me using their computer.

Of course, I felt guilty for coming into their place uninvited and using their property, but since I didn't know why I would do that, I also didn't know what to say. And right from behind that person appeared none other than actor Gene Hackman walking into the room. I realized that this was his space and I had used his computer. And then I did something that I've rarely ever do in my dreams and it quite disturbed me... I lied.

I looked straight into Gene Hackman's face, which had a scowl of disbelief, and I told him that I was a "freelancer," and I was passing through town from Italy, I wanted to talk to him about his movie. Of course, his reaction was as if I was full of it and I was, of course. Especially when I said that I was very interested in writing about a "small production," a phrase that he had repeated incredulously under his breath.

To get out of this pickle that I put myself in, instead of just walking out, I asked Gene Hackman if I could have one of his business cards, because I had to leave town. He seemed to oblige that request and asked me to follow him to a back room. Once inside the room, he went to a tall file cabinet, and instead of a business card, he pulled out a piece of production swag for his movie. It was a long cotton nightshirt with the name his movie and a newspaper review printed on it. Down the shirt was also box office information printed on it. In large letters at the top of the shirt was emblazoned, "AMERICAN HEAT," and a synopsis of the movie.

I also noticed that there were holes torn underneath the sleeves of the shirt as I held it in from of me. Clearly, this piece of swag lacked any value to Hackman, other than to confront me with it. At that point I had realized that I had been caught in me lie, especially since Gene Hackman also produced a pistol from the very same file cabinet and asked me to leave. So yes, I was ready to go.

As he was escorting me out, there was a open parachute lying on the floor, blocking our path. I stopped before reaching it, because I was concerned with getting tripped up in the lines. Hackman had bent over and started adjusting the lines of the parachute with his pistol. At this point I was beginning to really panic... So I woke up.

Alright...

What do y'all's say?