There was a war on (this is completely irrelevant to what happens in the dream but it is good to set the scene, isn't it?!)
I was on the roof of this big stone amphitheatre (I know amphitheatres don't usually have roofs, but this was my damn dream, okay?!)
Anyway, I was on the roof. There was a circle of stone statues all sitting at desks around the room, and people sat down talking to them. I sat down at the only desk that didn't already have someone on it, and introduced myself to the statue who was sat opposite me (who turned out to be Sigmund Freud - or Frood, as he called himself.) I panicked because I couldn't remember anything about psychology to talk to him about, and ended up picking up all these round tokens that were falling from nowhere onto the roof, and giving them to him instead.
After a few minutes of conversation, I got up and left, leaving Sigmund looking really lost and upset. I turned round to go back to him again, but when I looked he had vanished.
