Went to sleep at around 9:30 listening to TV news. I don't know when I had this dream, but I remembered it vaguely when I woke up at around 5:30.

Apparently I'm some sort of weblog reporting collective reporting from Baghdad. Either we've assassinated Saddam Hussein ourselves, or performed some sort of coup in Iraq. I get the feeling that we're in charge of the country, but that the outside world doesn't know it yet. And we have Saddam's body, freeze dried and vacuum sealed. With all the water removed from his body, it's easy for one person to carry him around.

I think we were on the run for a while, but that is very vague. I was carrying Saddam's body most of the time.

At some point, we found shelter and we decide that we need to let the world know that Saddam is dead. The leader of our group suggests that we call a press conference. I say, "Hey, why don't we just post the story to our weblogs? It'll be like real journalism happenning on a weblog! That'll be cool!" We all spend the next half-hour writing up the story to be posted to our weblogs, but spend so much time obsessively editing and re-writing that nobody had posted the story by the time I woke up.

Weird one... I got to sleep at around 2:00 AM, and I guess this dream started at around 8:00 AM or so.

I was in a hotel of some sort, going to visit a friend. The hotel rooms were around the edge of the building, and there was a large open-air courtyard in the center. I get over to my friend's hotel room, and across the hall from my friend's room I see Regis Philbin on the phone in his hotel room. It sounds like he's taking car rental reservations. I knock on my friend's room's door.

Steve Martin answers the door and asks me to come in. Apparently this is who I've come to see. He tells me that apparently the phone for Regis Philbin's room got crossed with Avis Rent-a-Car's phone, so he's been getting all their car reservation phone calls. Steve tells me that Regis is taking all the reservations and forwarding them to Avis, "because that's just the kind of nice guy he is."

Well, I tell Steve that I'll try to catch him after the show, but I'd better get off. (I have the vague feeling that it's Oscar night.) I think I went to see the Oscars, but at halftime the Grateful Dead were playing a concert in the courtyard of the hotel. The whole band is there, Jerry included. Jerry is using some sort of wireless deal on his guitar, so he starts wandering through the crowd while going on with the show. He enters the hotel, gets in an elevator and heads to the eighth floor.

He gets off the elevator and knocks on a random door. An elderly lady answers the door and he asks her if she has any requests for the band. She says that she's sorry, but she doesn't know any of their songs, so she can't really make a request. Jerry yells, "Boot Scootin' Boogie it is!" That's about all I remember.