Thank you, Dahling

Bits: I am making a movie in France with Geo. Clooney. We barely speak to one another but stand with a faceless other in a small circle and laugh - big, belly laughs. We then walk through a beautiful French park. I am wearing heels and am exceptionally tall, my long legs are exposed. We walk along Champs Elyees, and I feel at home.
We end up in a science lab room and the director from my graduate program is there. He tells me that he thinks I am the most attractive woman in the program (ew).
I somehow become involved with Sinatra and Dino. We are at a car dealership watching through a large window as the vehicles in the lot are moved around. A giant truck is parked right before the window with two smaller trucks nestled close. Someone puts a bag over the smaller trucks and they disappear.
I lose interest watching the cars and leave. I walk down a hall and end in my childhood bedroom. I stand before a mirror and realize I still have my sexy costume from the French film on. I begin to play with it and fondle my body. I begin a strip tease. The window is wide open and there is no curtain. I see a few faraway faces and wonder if they are watching me. Suddenly the house is in the air and I am flying (in the flying house) over the field --- it is expansive, the small group I realize is a much larger range of groups. People are playing games, laughing and someone has dressed up in a costume. Two pre-teens are arguing over who gets to have their picture taken with the costumed entity.
In the last scene I am with my husband who tells me this story: as he is leaving my work parking lot he sees a woman from his work out of the corner of his eye (I don't like this woman). He continues on to his next destination and when he returns to his car, the woman is sitting in the driver's seat of his car in a raincoat. She placed a long rope in a ringed-pile by the front tire. (Creepy)