Crazy People Don't Know They're Going Crazy, Right?

I need a dream dictionary or a psychic or a psychiatrist.

Last night I dreamed the following scenario:

John Cusack was my boyfriend. We were making out in our station wagon (the old kind), which was filled to the ceiling with high heeled shoes in the back. (?!)

In this dream, I complained to my boyfriend John Cusack that he had a) not done a decent film in a long time (true), and that b) he had worn a long, black trench coat in almost every movie he's ever done. My boyfriend John Cusack leaned over and kissed me adeiux...and told me our chauffeur, John (!) Goodman would be driving me around for the rest of the day.

So, John Goodman drove me here and there (for reasons uncertain we were in the South), and I stepped out of the car to get Mexican food, but as I did so, the sky, lowered like a remote control ceiling. It got very black with fast moving clouds and it began to pour. Torrentially. Apocolyptically.

I got back into the car. I felt a hot burn on my left leg. I thought this was a cigarette, for some reason, but it was actually John Goodman's hand. It was not perverse, it just was.

Cut to John Goodman and I going to an ice cream shop, where we waited for John Cusack to show up, in his black trench coat.

Is John Cusack the grim reaper?

WHY were there 2 "Johns"?

What do the high heels in the back signify?

What does it all mean?

hahaha...yeah....

Creative interpretations welcome.