I had a dream about Jack Nicholson. He was an extra in a film we were both in. I was one half of a Siamese twin if you please. My first thought when I woke up was, ''Jesus, he hasn't died has he?'' The dream involved a scene that was in a London mews house, with a smokey atmosphere, opium and cigarettes and 1920's decor. Just glorious. I even remember the name of the street. Langston Mews. In the dream I thought it rhymed with Langston Hughes, the writer. Nicholson played a character that would never join the rest of the guests in this house and would sit alone drinking tea, dressed like Dirk Bogarde in Death in Venice. Why Nicholson? What has he done to deserve to be in my dream? There are realms written on why we dream of staircases, eagles, intruders. The appearance of a famous person is said to symbolise qualities the person has that you wish you had, or that you admire or envy them. I rack my brain and remember something. I am pretty sure our friend Vicky saw him in a nightclub and kept asking him to dance with her. Then another friend, Claire, saw him in the street, shouted, ''Jack Nicholson!!'', and did a stupendous high kick with her lovely long leg.