In my dream, I visit my film agent, Judy Coppage, at her home, which I've actually never been to. It's a rather tropical home, full of bamboo and rattan, and she invites me to sit in a lanai, in a very comfortable armchair. I find myself on the phone with Joel Gotler, who used to be my agent in the 1980s, but his voice is inaudible. And that is my whole dream. I never understand the purpose of my visit, or why I am the home of one agent yet talking to another agent.