Dreams

Last night I dreamt that I was in an Alfred Hitchcock movie.  In the dream I was remarking at how exciting it was to be a part of such an auspicious project.  I watched the playback and was thrilled by how beautifully Mr. Hitchcock had lit my shot, and how well the Hollywood magic people had contoured my face and styled my hair and dressed me.  All in black and white, of course.  I think I might have been in Psycho.  I don't know what part I was playing, but it was something that I felt really good about.  It was amazing and felt quite real, despite making no sense.  But then... I woke up.  And to add insult to injury, I had to go to work.  C'est la vie.