I had a dream with Henry Rollins in it the other night. In it, I had gone back to school. Or something schoolish, as it was actually made up of ex-coworkers from my previous P.O.E. Ex-bosses were teachers. Anyway, Henry came on a School Visit. He was treated as a Special Guest, but was going through the motions of attending class and whatnot. Basically we were hanging out with Henry Rollins. Which ruled. Henry was very annoyed however, to find out that we were to spend the afternoon watching The Music Man on dvd. But he was much cheered when I suggested we sit in the back and sing along. (WTF?) Anyway, I ended up being late for “class” because I fell down some stairs and sprained my ankle, had to go to the nurses office. Henry made someone give up their seat on the comfy couch for me because I was injured and then I woke up.
I am extremely disappointed. I would have loved to find out if Henry knew all the words to all the songs in The Music Man. Because I do.
Dreams are really only interesting to the people that have them.