Last night I dreamed that Dennis Leary and I worked together as sportswriters. We were in a press room (The old-school kind that you see in movies where it reeks of cigar smoke and scorched coffee) He looked lost in thought so I asked him what he was doing and he responded, "Thinking." "That's too bad," I said, because I've been busy idea spawning."

"Idea spawning? Isn't that just another way of saying that you're thinking?"

"No," I said, "Idea spawning generates far greater and significant concepts than mere thinking. It is the pastime of kings and great men."

"Well I have a deadline coming up, so maybe you could help me 'spawn' an idea right now."

At that point I began to lay out the idea for an article where he would issue a call to bring cheerleading in professional sports to a higher standard, where participants are judged for athletic prowess rather than looks, complete with judgeable statistics and some sort of a playoff tier. I meant it as a gag but pretty soon he was rubbing his chin and nodding.

I awoke at 5:45 to the sobering realization that my alarm was set for 5PM instead of 5 AM.

I'm not really sure why I remembered this dream or what it even meant.

Labels: Dreams