CRAIG T. NELSON WANTS ME DEAD DREAM

This one's weird. I'm walking outside of where an outdoor concert's being held beyond a fence. This is off a city street or boulevard and rushing cars make it dangerous so as I'm walking along with a friend I tell one girl who's standing on the curb, "Why not just walk up to the fence to see the concert." Suddenly a scolding deep voice from behind goes, "And then I lose money because of it." Turns out to be someone who's in charge of (or works for the person in charge of) the concert itself, and this girl standing by the fence is somehow liken to illegally entering the concert grounds, and it's my fault for giving her permission. And that man behind me is actor Craig T. Nelson (with a persona more STIR CRAZY than POLTERGEIST). He's pissed but seems more like a persistant mind-gaming bully. I feel ashamed and say (lying), "Oh God, I'm in trouble with my favorite actor" without looking back. Which doesn't work. We all go up to an office or apartment and Nelson keeps fucking with me, verbally not physically, and making my life (within that contained moment or moments of the dream) a living hell. I tell my friend I'm going to call whoever really runs the concert to complain about this treatment. Before that I guess I'd done some strange things in the apartment. I barked like a dog and did some standup comedy routine jokes, and Nelson says I basically lost legitimacy because of those antics. "Who'd want to listen to you now?" But I stick to my guns (or gun... with no bullets) and walk down the stairs and go outside and Nelson is following me, I think.