Dream Space, The Final Frontier

I'm part of a movie crew shooting a Bela Lugosi style Dracula film. The actor playing Dracula wears more makeup and fur on his face as his creature becomes more evil in the story. We're shooting at an old, underground pagan temple. It's ancient - maybe Mayan or something like that. To get into the temple you have to slip down a water slide. The opening is so small - I am surprised as I watch actors and crew members use the entrance.

Inside the temple or ruins there are a lot of symbols painted. There is a large, round chamber. We're working on the movie, when I suddenly look up. I am shocked to see Christian paintings on the ceiling. I point it out to a member of the crew, showing him the pictures of saints and golden crosses on the ceiling. He tells me that I'm wrong. The symbols are Jewish. He points up at two of the faces on the ceiling and says, "See, that is James and Jesus. Jesus is just another prophet."

We continue working on the film for a while, then begin to explore the ruins, looking for treasure. The scene transitions. It's now myself, my cousin and my sister digging through a house my Grandmother and Aunts used to rent. We're going through their stuff and I know it is because they have died. (They are alive and well in real life, but I don't interactive with them at all). There is nothing of real value there. It's all junk.

I am searching through a coffee table. It has two doored compartments on either end and a large, open area in the center with a shelf. I find two necklaces that are nice but I know the last will and testiment already bequeaths those to myself and my sister so I don't worry about them. There is an angular make-up brush. I know that it is part of a set that my grandmother and aunts gave me as a gift. I don't bother to say anything though, since it's not important that I have the complete set. I also see a grey, dingy calculator. It's one of the old style calculators, large and clunky. I know that that is also somehow "mine" but I don't care to mention it. (None of these items are real items that I have ever seen before at my relatives' house).

My cousin, Matt, is digging through a box. I tell him that I already searched it. "It is just full of Christmas decorations," I tell him, expecting him to move on to search elsewhere. He keeps looking through it and says he will use the stuff to decorate his mailbox. I tell him, "There's a lot in there," trying to hint that it was more stuff than he would need to decorate his mailbox. He looks at me seriously. "What, Christmas isn't important?" he says, clearly agitated. I think for a second about debating about Atheism with him and decide to persue the topic. "Actually, it isn't," I say. Before the argument can get off the ground, my alarm clock wakes me up to get ready for work.