Another one about Paul Giamatti

I don't remember the whole thing, but I was definitely walking cheek-to-cheek with my arms around Paul Giamatti. I dream about him with some regularity, and we are always very affectionate. Don't know what that's about.
Gosh, I hope nobody who knows him sees this . . .

Many Sequences

This is one of those dreams in which the sequences flow without reasonable segue.
First, we (a friend and I) were on a country farm. All looked wholesome, but the barn was being used for prostitution, and I was worried about the people (my friends) who lived in the farmhouse. They came out and served me and my friend a country salad, and I wanted to tell them but couldn't.

The scene dissolved, and I was skateboarding around (that's a first in dreams, as far as I can remember). I was allegedly in Newburyport, Mass., but there were far more skyscrapers there than in the real city. I had to cross a wooden toll bridge (still on a skateboard) and then I turned into a beautiful Swedish virgin in a flowing turquoise dress (I am neither Swedish nor a virgin: discuss). I/she went inside a narrow doorway in a courtyard and into a room where a beautiful roué was, surrounded by his ladies. (From this point I was sometimes inhabiting her consciousness and body, and sometimes not, so I'll speak of her in the third person, even though I was her at some junctures of the dream.) She fell instantly in love with this man and basically made it clear that she was ready to give herself completely to him until such time as he would tire of her, with no obligation. As I inhabited the dream, there was an imperative feeling that he was never supposed to tire of her, and that the story would have a happy ending, because she was good and virtuous and acting from love. But I awakened before this ending could be realized.

Luminous Trees

I ran into a woman named Ellen, whom I used to sing with. She brought me to her house and started telling me about her recent trip to Iowa, and all the strange things that had happened: goo appearing near a picture of her grandmother (I told her it was ectoplasm), things going missing, etc. Her husband was there, too, in his tee shirt; everything was dimly lit and a little creepy, and we were in a cottage.

Then, the scene shifted slightly, and my husband/savior/significant male figure in the dream started shooting things around the cabin we were in. It turns out he was practicing, as he had to shoot a tree in order to save me. Wearing a hunting cap with ear flaps, he went out and shot the tree with wooden plugs and then came back in and told me everything was OK. He told me the tree was glowing and that I'd be able to see it. So, I looked outside, over and through the backyards across the street, and I could see a glowing tree trunk. Then I saw illuminated letters spelling out VSM. . .