Dream Journal
I was going to watch a movie with Brian, Jo Lynn, their two kids, and Jeff. We walked into the theatre and Jo Lynn picked out a row for us to sit, but the row she picked only had four available seats. I moved one row in front of them and hoped Jeff would follow me, which he did.
A boy about 12 years old leaned over the back of our seats, directly between Jeff and me, and offered me an Orangina. I accepted the drink but gave it right back when he wanted $7 for it.
The lights dimmed briefly as if the movie were about to start, but instead the son from The Sopranos stepped out of the emergency exit by the screen and proceeded to tell us how much money we all would be giving him.