Emily and I are living in a modest apartment in California. She has just sold her script which she will co-direct and cast. I'll be her Personal Asisstant. Try-outs are tomorrow for the movie. So that means that the dream opens up on the last day of my job at a music/CD store. This happens to be the store that Elijah Wood frequents, but he's been out filming the whole time that I've worked there.

I'm helping at the register when, guess who walks in, Elijah with Dom and Orlando. All begin talking to the manager who invites them to my "going away" party. They accept.

Dream shift to the party itself where we are all talking and joking in a smoky club-like place. I'm sitting next to the manager and across from the three movie stars. My manager asks him Elijah what he's up to now-a-days. He says that Dom and Elijah are going to be trying out for a movie, a period piece, and apparently one of the best ways in is to impress the casting manager's sister. The manager and I grin at each other. Dom begins joking about seducing this sister. Orlando chimes in about how she probably looks like a hag. They start punning about shagging the hag. The conversation drifts and we have a grand time.

It's time for me to leave, I stand up and say, "Hey, good luck tomorrow guys, and don't worry, you have made a good impression on me."

They all look at me in surprise. I smile and get my purse, saying, "Hey, see you all tomorrow!"

Sadly, the dream ends there. Wouldn't I like to know how it ends!

A quote I found while reading Robert Hugh Benson's The King's Achievement. It relates to my previous entry.

"What more can I ask of God?" [Thomas More] said. "He has given me means and tastes to correspond, and what man can say more. I see visions, and am able to make them realities. I dream o a dovecote with a tiled roof, and straightaway build it; I picture a gallery and a chapel and a library away from the clack of tongues, and behold there it is. The eye cannot say to the hand, 'I have no need of thee.' To see and dream without the power of performance is heart-breaking. To perform without the gift of imagination is soul-slaying. The man is blessed that hath both eye and hand, tastes and means alike."