In this dream I call Michael Moore and tell him there's someone he might want to interview—an activist and artist (I know her only online). He's interested, so I get in touch with her and set up a meeting. They show up at my house. I'm pleased to meet them both & they start interviewing. He uses an 8mm camera propped up on the table while he asks intense questions; She is a kind of activist and an artist. Moore looks at me once they get going as if to say, "This is good." Later there is a huge film crew in my house (grips run around in tasteless shorts). I go in and out fetching tea and cookies for everyone and I'm very pleased. Then Moore realizes she flunked jazz class and shows me the charts to prove it. He is very disappointed: He now realizes she has no organizing principle, no main purpose in life; there's no story here, he says. The film crew starts packing up and my friend shrugs at me. I think he's being unfair and I still think she's a-ok.