Okay, one more dream

For reasons unknown, I was living with Sigourney Weaver in an enormous and poorly lit brownstone.  She gave me a ladder of Xanax and almost had sex with me.  It's not as simple as all that, though.  She was angry most of the time, and--I suspected--a little disappointed in me.  One of her interns brought up my father and I kinda lost it.  Don't know why.  Anyway, Sigourney kinda took pity on me after that and that's when the Xanax appeared.  That's when I whipped it out.  That's when we almost had sex.  That's when I woke up.