I was a subject in a sleep study, and just before being awakened was sitting at sort of a bar or lunch counter at a department store. It seemed as if it were late at night at that time, and my viewpoint from the lunch counter was looking out toward the street. It seemed that just a little while before the lights had been on out there and people could be seen. But now that the lights had been turned off, it was difficult to make out any figures, but a few people could be seen as they walked by the front of the store. Up near the door seemed to be a greeting card selection and someone, that I believe was Jewel, who is my sort of step aunt, was writing some sort of birthday or Christmas card.  As I was sitting at the counter, it seemed as if it was just about this point in time. That is, that I had been awakened twice during the night, but then the session were over and I had gotten up but was feeling very bad physically. I had a very bad cough in the dream, unless I was very careful to control it. Every time I would speak or breathe this loud raspy cough could be heard. Sitting next to me was Frank Sinatra. Because I was feeling so edgy, I had asked him for a cigarette, and told him that I didn't have a cigarette for about 2 and a half weeks now. As I started to light it up I said something about, "There goes 17 days down the drain." He was smoking some sort of menthol filter tip cigarette as otherwise I was not going to have a cigarette.  Before getting up to the lunch counter, I had seen Frank standing there. I came up to him and it seemed as if he were an old friend of mine in the dream. I asked him if he was still playing to a full house out at Vegas and said that when I had been there last week I had tried to look him up. This last part was not actually so. I had been at the nightclub he was playing in Vegas in the dream, but had not made an actual effort to try and to look him up at the time. He said that yes, things had been going very well there, and he was sorry he didn't see me but there had been so many people in trying to get a hold of him that it was difficult to be on hand. He mentioned that a couple of boxers and various other people had been by to see him.  We were sitting at the lunch counter. Then it seemed as if Frank had excused himself for a while, and I was sitting there smoking this cigarette, but then I was also smoking a cigar and would alternate between smoking a cigarette and then smoking a cigar. A friend of mine from Rochester came up to me in the dream and said that I should stop being a subject in dream studies as I really looked like hell. I acknowledged that I didn't feel too good, but that I was going to continue. As he walked away I thought to myself that he could never be a subject for a dream study as one's unconscious attitudes and motives were important, and that since he was such a highly depressed person that he would never be able to get far enough beyond his defenses to produce any dreams. In real life, Eddie is not this way and I'm not sure why I so characterized him in the dream. I believe it was still to Eddie that I had said something about yes, it was physically demanding upon my body, but I felt that ordinarily I did take good care of my body and felt that if I wanted to push it occasionally and make unusual demands upon it, it should be able to accede to these requests because of the overall proper attention that it received.