This particular dream actually has some relevance given certain recent happenings in California.

I was in a library, and Arnold Schwarzenegger was opining on some subject concerning materialism and technology. He seemed to have a real distaste for the presence modern technology on one of Paris' most famous streets:

'Aggh do not lakhe aw da macheens on da Champs Elysees.'

Arnold's arms were extremely short - about as long as most people's arms are up to the elbow. He couldn't have scratched his own nose if he had wanted to.

After he finished talking, the "dream camera" panned away from him and focused on a book titled, "Jardins, Poesie, et Vers." This was (kind of) French for "Gardens, Poems, and Worms."

I looked at the cover, and I could see a pond with some sparse vegetation in it.

The dream camera then zoomed in on the pond, and the photo came to life. But, in the pond, rather than lilies, Lotus, and other such fauna, one could only see little writhing balls of white flatworms.

The idea was that, instead of doing something really traditional like decorating the pond with flowers and blossoms, it was to be decorated with something brand new - In this case, disgusting balls of worms.