Definitely not a bee

I dreamt I was at a Parker Posey book signing. She laughs and smiles. We make eye contact. I feel we are sharing a moment, an inside joke. I try to think of something witty to say. I let my boss cut in front of me because I am at the end of the line and I have not come up with the perfect line yet. When I get up there, Parker stands up, suddenly flustered and says that the signing is over. "I have to go!" When I open my book to have her sign, she lays the pencil in the binding and looks me in the eyes. I am filled with rage and disappointment, but I am startled to see that her face has aged 30 years, sagging and caked with makeup. I am determined to get the book signed and cling to the hope that she is still the same person as a moment before. I hold the book out again and mumble/screech incoherently, "BUT....WHAT ABOUT THE BEE!?" She walks out.