Dream CCXXXII

 I was working late out of town, and at the end of the day, one of my fellow workers offered that I could stay overnight in his relatives house.

When we got there, it turns out that Warren Beaty was staying there as well.  He turned out to be quite friendly, and told me that since he had retired from movies, he made $20,000 a day by "moving my investments around."

He said that he spent most of his free time building small animated models.  He brought one up from the basement.  It was small, about five inches square and an inch or so tall.  It was made from black styrofoam with various bits glued on to it (I recognized the door to a CD player).  

He pressed a button on it, and it went into a little scenario where a motorcycle helmet emerged from the bottom and confronted a small figurine.  Whatever the figurine said, it apparently enraged the helmet, whose faceplate expanded out and featured an elaborate animated pattern.  The whole then just collapsed back into a square.

I told Warren that I was really impressed with his skill, and asked if he did the faceplate animation.  He avoided the question, but asked, as long as I was staying here, did I want a hooker?