Too bad Freud has passed on. He'd have written a book on you! ;o)
I had one last night that was weird.
I fell asleep watching 'His Kind of Girl' with Robert Mitchum and Jane Russell (Man she was unbelievably beautiful).
Anyway, in my dream, I'm at a round kitchen table in some small place in NYC (Manhattan, and my laptop is playing the movie on the counter.
Sitting across from me was, none other than Robert Mitchum.
Once I noticed him I apologized and said, "Wow, so rude of me to not have noticed you sitting there, is it strange to watch you in your own movie like this?"
"Maybe a little," He replied, "but it sort of comes with the job." "This happened to be a pretty good picture, and I liked working with Howard Hughes."
I then went back to watching the movie, and then he just finished his milk, stood up, put the glass down on the table with a bit of finality, thanked me for inviting him in to watch the movie with me, and left.
He was wearing a short-sleeved, light cream colored buttoned shirt, light blue denim jeans, and one of those weird braided belts, plus Tommy Bahama boat shoes (leather). He was thinner than the man he was in the movie, and was about 31-ish looking.
It was so vivid that I did not perceive falling off to sleep, and reacted as if he'd come into the room unnoticed to watch the show with me.
Vincent Price was outstanding in that movie, and Raymond Burr played the villain.
How many questions did he ask you?