Crazy Dreamin'

Wow. Last night I dreamed the following.

Chris Isaak was married, and lived near me.

I was handling funeral arrangements for him, as he was terminally ill. At some point I got his autograph before he died.

I helped his wife to cremate him at their home, realizing later (within the dream) that the dynamics of such a situation were A) impossible and B) unpleasant for a wife to deal with.

Very, very strange. I'd like to personally wish Chris Isaak, who is probably the most genuinely nice musician I've ever met, a long and happy life.