I dreamt Ryan Gosling Jr. Was a con man with a group of friends and met a young woman who was a prankster. They fell madly in love until in the midst of a battle with previously-friendly Native Americans she learned that Ryan’a jokes weren’t just about pranks but also conning people. He was trying to earn her back as my dream ended. It wasn’t a movie but I was like an omniscient observer who was not a character in the dream. Meanwhile, the setting was lower Wallingford (near Northlake) and involved high bridges, cliffs, waterfalls and jumping off things to land in dumpsters far below. All very strange.