Up too late watching the Grammy broadcast, listening to Christine Aguilera's voice writhe through a song-like thing and wondering how many degrees of separation there was between that voice that never really touches on a note and that of Mary Margaret O'Hara's. The high school marching band with Kayne West and Jamie Foxx on "Gold Digger" was masterful, like an updated version of the high school marching band OutKast brought on stage way back in 2004 for "Hey Ya" - both evoking the spirit of Springsteen back in '75 and his use of glockenspiel (aka "the glock" around our house) on "Thunder Road". Magic moments.

Then I slept. I had the dream. I seldom remember dreams and really never have bad ones. This was a War of the Worlds dream. Bad. I never saw the movie but saw enough ads to know that long dangling pale tentacles hanging from high ceilings or the sky are bad. They were hanging in and around high school so naturally I was there 24 years later and - crap...I just realized this is the 25th anniversary of grad - and naturally I was running away from these things that were snabbing people I liked. Not people I did not like, sadly. Clearly I was not in charge of the tentacles. So I dash into this room where there are a couple of panicky strangers and we share panic, though in my dreams I am always the coolest headed one. I turn around, they are all of a sudden gone and, clearly, my only option is to hide in the closet. The tentacle creatures never get past closet doors as actually panned out when they tried. I woke at dream dawn to realize the closet had a back window through which I could see though I was still laying down. I was looking out on a quiet courtyard with a ground level gallery. One army officer goes by. Then I see a figure crossing across the court yard. He is wearing a dark hat and great coat, more Churchill than Brezhnev. It is Mulroney reading papers in his hand as he walks. He is indifferent to the events of the tentacle thingies the night before, unaware. Neither with them or against them.

Then I wake and I hear about this on the radio news first thing this morning. What the heck is that about? It was the hummous I made. Must have been.