Grant Hart in my dreams

Grant Hart was in my dreams last night. It was an amorphous, futuristic-nihilistic Crescent City. Grant was working as a dishwasher across the street from Dennys. Sean Hennessy was in it too as were various bandmates. Grant and I were talking for a long time while he worked on a bike and collected dirty dishrags. At one point he had me run the rags over to the Denny's dish pit where there was a tub full of dirty dish rags. We talked about music and songwriting, what was important, the transient nature of life. I woke up after this part of the dream and had Grant's music running through my sub-conscious for the rest of the night. I wrote a song about falling in love with an image. Grant left me with the feeling of having had a deep, all-night conversation with a friend, even though I never met the guy. He is one of the voices that lives in my head.