Dreamed Diane Lane was telling me how after making the movie "Ladies and Gentlemen, The Fabulous Stains" that she could have been in a real punk band and even was upset that they didn't use her voice when singing in the film, "Streets of Fire." She went on telling me personal stuff while painting a portrait of me.
 
She told me how she thought Richard Gere was a sissy boy for crying when he met the Dalai Lama, but then she added, "I cried over Bon Jovi." She said I would be Nic Cage's best friend cause we were a little bit alike.
 
I walked down the beach with the painting. The waves crashing. I held up the canvas and could see it was me, but that it was a "Paint-By-Numbers" deal and the wind blown sand was peeling off the paint. I sat down on some rocks next to an old man with a long white beard who was fishing. He looked and smiled at me. Instantly I felt at ease and even felt good, like he was someone I knew many lives ago and have missed so much.
 
He turned to me and clearing his throat said in his high pitched voice, "The true portrait you seek is now being painted in that house over there." I looked but saw nothing, just more beach.
 
"Your portrait is being painted now. They will never finish it. The paint will never dry. It is being painted by children and please understand, and don't be upset, they are retarded." I heard my name whispered in my ear and I jolted awake.