that work?
Since I left Portland,
everything's been like a dream.
Coming to this town, meeting you, this
sculpture, not to mention this crazy moon.
My biggest nightmare
is that I'll fall asleep,
and then I'll have to wake up, and none
of this will be as if it ever happened.
I can see how that
could be a problem.
Like Jung says,
the unconscious is revealed
through the imagery of our dreams,
which express our
innermost fears and our desires.
- Jung said that?
- Yeah. I think it was Jung.
Maybe Vincent Price.
You know,
in my circle in New York,
I'm considered to be
a connoisseur of dim sum, and...
What?
Do you have to talk
with your mouth full?
I just... These noodles are delicious!
Where did you learn to cook like this?
My past is my past, and it belongs
to me and nobody else, all right?
OK.
Only a fellow prisoner of war
can understand why I have spent
the last 15 years of my life
- in the solitude of the Alaskan bush.
- You were in Nam, huh?
- I said no questions!
- OK. Sorry.
Yeah, I was there.
I was there when
the Tet offensive was launched.
I was there when Saigon fell.
And I was there, reducing a cream sauce
with a beaucoup lovely from Pleiku,
when Charlie came outta nowhere
and ambushed her kitchen.
She taught me everything
I know about poultry.
And I told you I didn't
wanna talk about it!
Sorry.
I'm trying to isolate... What's the flavour
that makes these noodles...?
It's cumin! All right?
Are you satisfied now?
It's cumin.
I knew it was cumin.
Of course.
It reminds me of a place in Tribeca Elaine
discovered before it became trendy.
The Five Flavors Cafй.
Yeah! That's it!
Well, that figures.
Look, Adam,
I know you don't like it when I pry,
but how does someone in the wilderness
hear of a hole in the wall in Manhattan?
The head chef there
is a guy named Jojo Tseng.
- Really?
- Yes.
He was in my cooking class
at the Bremen Institute in Buffalo,
where he proceeded
to steal my veal
and get a very favourable mention
in Vanity Fair, thank you very much!
- You went to cooking school in Buffalo?
- Hey. No Buffalo jokes.
Didn't you just say that you've been hiding
out in the bush for the last 15 years?
You know, you're starting
to get on my nerves.
OK.
OK.
- You don't have to go to all this trouble.
- No trouble.
You get the bed,
I get the bag and the blinders.
I might as well be on the floor.
I'll be starin' at the ceiling.
Hey, no negativity.
You get comfortable.
I'm not tired.
You will be.
Just take a deep breath.
Let your eyes get heavy.
Wow.
Sleep tight.
Five! Four! Three! Two...
- Christopher? Christopher Robin?
- Yes, Mama?
Your father forgot his balls again.
...bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that
his lonesome nights are over...
Daddy! Daddy!
You forgot your balls again!
...don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr Sandman, bring me a dream...
Bernard!
- Chris, what are you doing here?
- Dad forgot his balls again.
Bum stuff, what can I say?
- What'd you do to your hair?
- I look like a thin Barry White.
- Yeah, you do.
- I don't care for dreams.
You can't control how you look, people
wander in and foul up your continuity...
Excuse me, but I didn't
wander into your dream.
This is my basic recurring dream
where I chase after my father for attention.
Then what are you doin'
in my daddy's truck?
Good point. Maybe we'd better ask him
who's got first dibs on the dream.
- Excuse me, have you seen my father?
- No.
- Guess you win.
- He's not my daddy.
Who are you?
Hello, boys.
I am Carl Jung.
And while I know much about
the collective unconscious,
- I don't know how to drive!
- Argh!
- Whoa!
- Whoa!
- Hey!
- Hi!
- Hi!
- Whoa!
Whoa-hoa.
Do you want a cigarette?
I don't smoke.
Neither do I.
- Whoa.
- Hey, man...
- Hi.
- Whoa...
Those northern lights are some
weird psychic...