Great Big Dreams and Podcasts

Last night was full of Great Big Dream mileage for me. And actually, this was a doubleheader--Alan Doyle and Russell Crowe in the same dream at the same time! But as per usual, my subconscious threw them at me in strange and bizarre ways.

There were two rounds of dream, too. Alan was in the first by himself, and all I remember about that one was him thinking about cutting his hair--which, as I have observed before, is a thought to strike terror into the heart of any Alan-obsessed GBS fan such as myself. I mean, it is said among GBS fandom that Alan's hair ought to have its own contract. Hells bells, I wrote it a sonnet. The hair of Alan Doyle is SACRED.

The second round of dream was weirder and more involved. I seem to recollect that it was set in some mutant version of Louisville, and it started off with me driving our white Honda in towards town. But for whatever reason, I wound up having to pull over to the side of the road and take my bike onto a trail cutting in under the overpass. I discovered that the police for some reason had cordoned off part of the trail, and because of my intrusion upon it, they had to confiscate my bike and wouldn't let me go back to my car either. So I wound up going to this nearby lodge sort of place--where others who were inconvenienced by this situation on the trail were also staying.

Including Russell and Alan. I got into the place, saw a bunch of people at a table, and did a huge doubletake when I saw Russell and Alan at the end of the table--not because they were there, but again because Alan had CUT HIS HAIR. It was SHORT. I distinctly remember Russell seeing me boggle, get this wry little snickering look on his face, and nudging Alan and pointing at me. I stammered my way into trying to converse with them; I don't remember much of what my dream self said.

And it was kind of moot anyway, because the next thing I remember is that somebody SET THE LODGE ON FIRE, and that nobody immediately found Russell or Alan after, so everybody thought they were dead. Including me. I remember a visual of a CNN web page mentioning that the two of them had been thought to perish in the blaze, but I can't remember whether it was my dream self imagining that or whether I actually saw it in the context of the dream.

Turned out that they didn't die anyway, and the last thing I remember is my finding them both as they're trying to get re-organized and find out why someone was trying to kill them. I sheepishly offered to let them crash at my place (though I'm not sure where that was in the context of the dream), but Russell turned me down because he was trying not to drink. I started to blurt out that we didn't have any alcohol at home, only then I remembered spazzkat's booze cabinet...

And then I woke up. With such high Doyle content in my dreams, it was obligatory that I fire up something GBS-related on my iPod on the way into my shiny new job, so as I ventured out into the chilly Kenmore morning I started playing the third GBS podcast (available here, and yes I AM plugging, why do you ask?).

And the first words uttered by The Doyle on said podcast were and I quote: "I don't know what to do about my hair. I think I should cut it." The man is trying to scare us all.

Or maybe he's just trying to scare ME.

The end!

Friday morning miles: 1.55 (walking)
Miles out of Hobbiton: 545.6
Miles out of Rivendell: 87.6
Miles to Lothlórien: 376.4