Okay, real quick before i forget. So if i can remember correctly. Me and a friend of mine were film writers and we had just produced and finished our first movie together which was of course like an indie film or something of that high income level. This being a big deal of course we decide to celebrate with friends and our mutual friend decides to cook this big ole fancy dinner with lots of slow motions and caresses and seducing music in the background of the dream while he cooks. While he’s doing that me and my friend watch porn, two of the selections having two of the three mean girls in it. Amanda seyfried or whatever and that other girl but not gretchen, the leader. During the watching of the porn we get into a big fight right when guests arrive and yeah i end up running home and climbing into my parents attic. Which is weird yeah. For some reason my mom has like a death warrant out for anyone who goes up there but i force my way up there anyway. I think because my dad is chasing me for something. I dont know. But there are like pillows on top of the trap door to the attic (no pull down stair well or anything). So getting up there was hard. I remember being panicked to get up there, like when you’re being chased and the only part of you that’s sticking out are like your feet. So when i get up there its like dusty, and old but i feel like someone once lived there or is still living there. Creepy, like a ghost or a monster is in the attic with me. There’s like a revolving fan in the middle of the room and a chair in front of a mirror, several old mattresses stacked and of course the dusty pillows and comforters at the foot of the beds blocking the trap door kinda. I remember there being a lot more fans so like, dust wont settle? I dunno… all i remember is being uncomfortable up there. Like something was going to pop out at any second. So i climb out the window of the attic and there’s like a toaster or something on top of our roof. Then i pull some James Bond shit and just leap off the roof and do a roll just as i hear my mom screaming for my head. I try to sneak back into the house but she spots me and charges. I end up being yelled at and for some reason i turn into Morpheus. Like the actor and everything. And i realize im topless and my mom can totally see my tattoo. But I’m Morpheus, so of course i have tattoos. I have more across my body but i specifically remember my back like an Incan Eagle thing. Anywhosie i climb into a silk bathrobe and my mom is sorry she yelled shes just stressed out over all the chinese food she has to prepare for the entire family to sneak into me and my friends movie premiere. Which im totally supposed to be at right now. So i rush over to the movie theatre and hes still upset and we end up arguing in front of strangers, him yelling that no one wants to see the movie anyway and spend 9 bucks. Strangers turn around and tell him they were 20, my friend seems impressed. And thats when she walks in. All of the sudden we just stop arguing and like a good feeling just starts to envelope the dream. I think Rihanna starts playing in the background of the dream and she spots us and all we can do is stare dumbstruck. She smiles at us and spins into the next room letting her hair spin, cute but sexily. Shes wearing a red black corset with i think a sweater over and skinny jeans and those suede saggy boots. Mmmm :) anyway i ask my friend if we can continue this later and he instantly agrees both of us still staring and i go chase after her. I catch up to her and we begin to talk… and bam dream over. thats all i can remember :) weird right?