Apples and Corn; Purple Mountain's Majesty

My dream last night seemed, at the time, coherent, but I can't for the life of me figure out how all the pieces that I remember fit together.

One of the pieces I recall involves Milton and I at a farmer's market which, for some reason, was illegal. There was a tree with apples as big as a person's head, and corn growing at the top of those trees. Milton got some of the corn, but was haggling over prices. I told him to pay a quarter an ear, but somehow he wound up paying $16.34 for a small bag full. I was angry at him for paying too much. One thing, I've noticed that many of my dreams involve specific numbers. Never anything that appears to have any real significance though.

While I was waiting for Milton to pay, I went into another part of the market. There were machines there, much like the espresso/latte machines in gas stations, but they were filled with black olives in juice. The sign on the machine read ''Sample Purple Mountain's Majesty." So I did.

That was actually the latter part of the dream, which is probably why I recall it most clearly.

Early, there was one haunting scene involving a woman in a large room, surrounded by a number of large, blue, glowing art pieces. At first, I couldn't figure out what they were. When she moved her body into the middle of one, I figured out they were outlines of people. The form she was in was a nun, or perhaps the Virgin Mary.

Later, I was having dinner while I rewrote monologue from a court scene on a pink slip of paper. I cannot remember any of the words now, but the actor playing the scene was performing it as I wrote, starting over every time I made a change.