I dreamt that I was seeing a movie with my younger sister, Kristin, and with Ford. The movie was some critically-acclaimed film full of irritating musical numbers. I didn't much care for the music, but the story and film itself were wonderful. I don't know why I thought that. The film opened with a village in Mongolia. These raiders swept down out of the mountains and killed almost everyone, except for a young boy and his mother. They fled to America and he grew up, eventually falling in love and marrying and raising a daughter. And she grew up and married Harrison Ford. The mom (that is, the daughter's mother) was played, amazingly enough, by Yaphet Kotto. I don't remember who played the daughter and the father. Anyway, the four of them then went back to Mongolia, like 50 years after the first attack, and the village had slowly healed in all that time. But then the raiders came back (well, the descendants of the original raiders) and the father (who had survived the first attack as a boy) was killed. The mother was injured. Harrison Ford was a doctor and he helped everyone he could. Then he, his wife, and the mother trekked out of the village to find help in civilization-- anyone who could help them get final revenge against the raiders.
I thought it was a suck ending, but Ford really liked it, even though (as he said) "Harrison Ford didn't kill anyone". Then we started to leave the theater. Ford left quickly; I was waiting for my sister, who was talking to an usher. The usher was showing her how you could disassemble the seats in the theater and reasemble them in a different way, in which there was a service button you could push to summon an usher who would bring food and cigarettes and assistance of whatever kind. These service buttons harkened back to the old days of the theater, when there was more service and friendlier staff.
While she was talking to the usher, I bumped into some guy in the lobby and he asked me about my flight jacket. My jacket had a patch saying "1964 issue" so I pointed out that it was not only older than me, it was older than my parents' marriage. And he says, "Pity about the divorce." I look at him a little confused and say "Uh, my father was killed in a plane crash" and he says "Yes, but your folks were going to get a divorce; it was being planned when he was killed." and I started to get upset because how the hell does this guy know anything about my life, anyway? And he says "Go ahead and ask her when you wake up" and I suddenly realized it was a dream-- a-HA-- so I say "Okay, I will" and I will myself to wake up.
Poof. I wake up in my old bed in my old house in Merced. I go ask my mom if she and Dad had been planning to get divorced just prior to his death. And she wouldn't answer, she just looked kinda heart-broken and I knew it was true. And I kinda freaked out and went to the kitchen, trying not to feel too out-of-control, and I started making waffles for breakfast.
Then the phone rang and I woke up for real, feeling absolute shock at learning that I hadn't actually been awake. Horribly disorienting.