Dream

I am Wil Wheaton. I am also a police officer. While out on foot patrol one evening, I get a report of burglars in a nearby apartment building, so I head over to check it out. While walking around the building making sure there was no one running away from it, I spot one of the burglars peering out of a wire mesh door. Thinking I have enough shadow on me, I crouch down and hold very still, thinking he won't see me. (?!) When that spectacularly fails to work, the burglar taunts me, though I realize the door is locked and he can't get out of the little basement area he's in. He also thinks I can't get in, but I quickly prove him wrong by finding a second way in to the building.

I encounter a different thief inside the building, who I quickly subdue and cuff. I then find yet another of the gang, and also subdue and cuff this one. My fighting skills are apparently based on being squirrelly. The third burglar is a big, muscle-bound brute of a man, and as he approaches me, it's clear he'd rather fight me than run. The fight is much more difficult for me this time, but I hold my own, and eventually get the guy in a position where I can try to cuff him, but I find I've run out of handcuffs. As I look around for an alternative, the brute breaks free of me and runs away. I never find the ringleader, the one who taunted me from the other side of the door.

It's later, and I'm attending a celebrity picnic. I'm early, and there aren't that many people there yet. Who is there is regyt (+1) and her crew. They're gathered around what amounts to a sandbox filled with various kinds of dried beans arranged into separate piles and one pile of salt in large-ish crystals. regyt is wearing sunglasses the whole time. They're talking about the beans and salt. Apparently (I overhear), the beans come encrusted in some strange kind of salt, which accumulates there due to the environment in which the beans are grown, which is near the sea. To eat them, you're supposed to flake the salt crust off the bean and just pop the bean in your mouth and eat it. The salt crust flaked off the bean is some kind of gourmet item, and so you flake the crust off into a pile and save it so you can use it later in other cooking projects. They're all discussing this while de-salting beans and munching on them. I'm sitting a little ways away, not taking part in the conversation. I can hear them talking, and I hear the crunching of the beans as they snack, but I'm not really part of the group. I didn't try the beans.

Gradually other celebrities file in to the party, all sporting paper plates and little dabs of some kind of barbecue, potato salad, and stuff like that. The food is in some kind of building, but I didn't go in. I run into George Clooney. He is also wearing sunglasses. For some reason I think he's judging me, like I'm not celebrity enough to be at this picnic. I look down at my empty paper plate, and I wonder if he's right.