I was watching and simultaneously acting in a movie- they way one does in dreams. I was also having an affair with Charlton Heston. He was the star of the movie but I was definitely outshining him- and giving the performance of my life.
There was a scene that was cut. Me and Charlton were swinging on ropes out over an abyss. We had filmed it at somewhere like the Grand Canyon, it was early evening and the light was fabulous. I couldn't see why they'd cut it because it was such a great scene.
I was very good looking. I had glossy black hair which I cut in a sloping fringe. I looked rather like a young Sean Connery- only more boyish. And I walked with a swagger.
The climax of the movie was a song and dance number. It was ecstatic, dionysiac. The song we were singing morphed into "I do like to be beside the seaside"- and I was singing louder and faster than anyone else, and stamping harder.
I woke up out of breath.
