I am pulling up to a tall nondescript building with an all glass facade. I am driving a large sedan from the 40's or 50's. There is a sizable group of men waiting to get in? In a double row they pop up and down in small choreographed groups. It is known that the building is filled with prostitutes. The men proceed to rush into the building in single file ready for action. The last one in line is a young James Cagney. I vividly notice his thick wavy brown hair from the rear.
He is now sitting next to me and says clearly and audibly, "what we have here is the Law of the Ocean".
Notes: I wake feeling rested and vigorous. I move but am still able to return visually to the dream and recall details. I look up the phrase and found Law of the Sea, international agreements that apply on the world's oceans.
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