Dick Part

I am wearing a suit and tie in this dream. I am sitting down in what looks like a church when an old man looks at me and ask how I got jury duty. I don't answer him and then he make a comment about the book laying besides me. I don't remember what he said. The place is quiet and slowly filling up with people. I keep looking around for some sort of familiar face, but none are around. Towards the back a figure in a plume feather hat and extravagantly long cape strolls through from the back. I notice more and more that his is dressed as some sort of pimp/pirate as the dream digresses. This pirate has the face of the former talk show host Geraldo.

"Dick.....Dick Part is the name." He lets out a hearty laugh with a voice that sounds like a bad impression of Sean Connery.
"Are you here for jury duty?", a voice cries from the back.
"Why......", his hand is shooting through the hole of the zipper of his crotch. There are startled cries from the back from women I have never seen. He is still fumbling around giving me the strong impression he is about to whip it out.
"There we are!" Emerging from his crotch is a plastic card which I already know says "jury duty". There is a wide smile spanning his face and the crowd erupts a relieved laughter. He is now on a pedestal now and the dream camera reveals Christopher Lambert moving down the isle with black garments and a bastard sword scabbard at his back. I'm up at this point. The sun is cracking through the blinds. The first thoughts through my head were:

1. I was really thirsty.
2. Why did I have jury duty?

I wish drugs were a reasonable explanation.