dharma dogs

ok, so i had this vivid dream last night...about going back to school to work on my ph.d..in what i cannot tell you..only that it was not nutrition.....and we were invited to attend the opening of a little independent film by family/friends? who have reinvented themselves as post-hippy types.......we rented a limo so we could all ride together....in one scene we are picking up tow women...and the door to their house is open at an angle that allows a slew of fall leaves to blow into their parlor from the porch.....this scene was especially beautiful..........the reds and browns and yellows against a green carpet.....anyway.....we stopped at school to drop off some sort of work-in-progress on the dissertation...........and had to break into the building to drop it off.......and we were parked in a seedy area....so a semi-armed felon taking my fur coat- it is seal, and 60 years old...from my great aunt olga stephan and certainly not worth stealing, and ended up taking the dissertation (outline?) as well........we missed the movie, so headed directly to a basement art gallery where the afterparty was being held.......the movie had been titled dharma dogs......a combo of the book of dune, resevoir dogs, and dharma and greg....the title is an inside joke in our family...as i once mentioned seeing the book dogs of dune, a sequel to the dune series.....in a friends apt in grad school.......and i have been proven wrong...that no such book has ever been written......at this afterparty, stairway to heaven is being played with poor reception, like it used to be in the basements of our youth, when radio reception was lousy in your parents basement.......there was a lot of discussion about the film we had missed...........the symbolism.....etc.....and then one couple sneaks off to have illicit sex.......wow, and they are people i actually know........this was really crazy.....and at some point my cell phone goes off, and we are told if we want to be present for our grandchild's birth, we had better hurry.......the delivery was by a midwife who believed that the mother had to birth her own baby...so the midwife was standing clear until the mother, whose face i could not identify...thank god...as i would just worry about this prophesy...........pulled out her own baby.......this was an especially strange scenario....as the baby morphed into a toddler, who started running around naked.......i guess newborns can do that in dreams..........and then we went home, which was not our home, but some place that looked like my aunt lola's family home on the apple orchard........those are the details i can remember.....the limo, the dissertation, the robbery, the basement art gallery, the sneaking off, the birthing, stairway to heaven, the leaves,...............i have no idea what it means.....for the record, hell would probably have to freeze over before i went back to school.........but you just never know...................... and we do not, to our knowledge, know the lesbian couple who live in the house with the green carpet in the parlor.........the film could have been one produced by our sons....who have joked about being the next brother/brother team of filmmakers...........that would make sense, as the couple involved at the gallery are parents of a friend of our eldest.........