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It was the latter part of a long dream. I check myself into a fancy hotel room, sat on the bed, and watch television on one of those tiny tv sete where everything is blue and static.
Then Al Pacino comes in wearing a sharp tuxedo,sits on the bed, and starts watching TV with me. He's telling me about how much he enjoyed working on this movie (even though the television is showing mostly static, so it's hard to see what's even on there) and rambles on about life as a famous actor.

Then he said something that made me laugh and for whatever reason, that made me want to scratch around the center of his chest. He was loving it a bit too much because he started breathing heavy and turning red, so I kept doing it. His tuxedo suddenly vanished and now he was naked, so now while I'm scratching his chest with one hand, with my other free hand I started scratching around "somewhere" else simultaneously.

Then he released and it got everywhere. All over the bed, on my face, my bags, the hotel walls, etc.
Then Al Pacino goes, "I shouldn't even be in here," then runs out of the room with no clothes on.
So now I'm running back and forth getting towels to clean the mess up and while I'm doing that a family comes in and sits in the middle of the whole mess like it's nothing. They think I work at the hotel and I'm cleaning the room for them.

When all that is done, I run into Al Pacino again and he apologizes for what happens and says that if I need anything just call him. He then gave me a Red Bull and walked away.

I woke up thinking I still had the Red Bull in my hand.