Dreamy Steven Spielberg

I just awoke and showered and had to write down the dream I had, lest I lose it.

I was working on the set of a Steven Speilberg film. He was working in collaboration with someone else, though I have no idea who that someone was. Anyhow, I was really close with one of the actresses and became very tied to those I worked with. The movie was set on a farm, so we were all in the country.

In the film, one of the main, most loveable characters is sitting alone in a dried out corn field of sorts and is killed by a large piece of farm machinery (possibly driven by her father). Apparently, it was a remake or something, because my sister Hope was familiar with the plot. She asked me why the girl didn't move when she heard it.

In quest for an answer, I spoke with Mr. Spielberg in a setting similar to Sarah's office/living room. I first told him "hi" from my sister and begged the question. The odd thing is that I feel as if I interrupted his answer, but whatever happened, I found out it was because it sounded like wind or it was just too familiar a noise to startle her.

My last days on the set, I got stamped (with some impermanent ink) on the left lower back with some weird insignia on it and lines on which to write. Mr. Speilberg signed it. I returned home and entered through the back door, only to see a crowd in my small backyard. Anna P. informed me that they were having a surprise party for me.

I took my time inside, before making my entrance. I told Hope that I had sought out her answer, and gave her what I now believed to have been an insufficient answer. I then had to use the restroom and decided to use the one on the front porch. I decided to shorten the trip by stripping my pants and going outside in underwear and a sweatshirt. Once outside, I saw John--Annabel's cousin who I rode home with last time (in all reality)--getting in his car down the block about to drive by. I was embarrassed and went into an inside bathroom.

When I finally went outside, the party had already begun and was met with random people. Anna P. asked if my "stamp" was a tattoo because she knew someone who wanted it, even if Steven Spielberg didn't sign it. I then ran into Reed in a place which looked like the student centre. I had gained much acclaim since my work on the film and he wanted to pair up and do some paintings/prints together.

This is about where the dream faded. All-in-all, bizarre, seeing as I have virtually no desire to work in film. Conversely, I've always held an esteem for Steven Spielberg.