I'm in a spacious cafe - think a modern Grand Hotel - talking to someone old and proudly independent who I respect but maybe also fear.  I tell him I'm meeting someone else there.  "Ted Danson!" I call out, and he waves from another table.

"Need to do some networking" I explain to my companion.  "I'm hoping he might get me a part in a movie." 

My companion doesn't know who Danson is.  "Cheers?  Do you remember Cheers?"  He doesn't.  "Friends?"  Oh yes, perhaps he remembers him in Friends.

I go over to Ted's table.  He is as jovial as he used to be in the Boston bar, but he looks as old as my companion who didn't know who he was.  He gives me some encouraging advice but no introduction to a Hollywood producer.

Normally, I forget my dreams as soon as I wake up.