Dream 1
I was by a car on a main street like in a small town. It was daytime. I was with other people. We had possibly finished some job.
We looked up to the sky. A blimp descended. On the underside, above the passenger cabin, was an LCD saying that "OWAN WILSON" was coming to visit. The blimp landed. Owen Wilson opened the door and walked out for a second.
There may have been a crowd now. Wilson acknowledged a few people and walked back into the blimp, the decoration of which took on a somehow British Art Nouveau style. The door was wood-framed with a window pane from waist height up. The glass was painted over with black and white, flower-like squares
arranged in a cross pattern
with the center (x) in clear, featureless glass.
I looked into the cabin through one of these clear glass spaces. I tried to do something witty with the motions of the eye that was looking through the glass. I rolled my eye up and down and left and right in some way. I thought that should have been impressive. But I don't think I really impressed myself.
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