When I was in Paris lying in one park, some woman come near me to slept some time in that park too with me. Afterwards she opened her notebook and wrote down the dream she just had.
I have been sleeping outside nearly a year and my dreams are coming better and better. Compared that I didnt find much interesting films to watch on TV, those have really saved my creative life.
For example one dream I had when sleeping near Perpignan was about Lilliput kind of creatures in some odd metal spacesuits where quietly poisoning the water in the underground of Paris canals.

And a small fat guy who fight against those because authorities didnt wanted to recognise that those kind of activities are going on.

In the final scene, this guy legs where amputated, he was fishing on smokey waters having fishing equipment connected to his legs and one of those Lilliput (ugly creature) stand near him without a spacesuit asking "can we now have peace, please?"

I could understand now how art was born and why we don't making anymore decent movies.

Usually I see two-three if those kind of films each night.