Last Friday, after belatedly catching the season-finale spectacular for Lost, I spent the night dreaming the show.

Largely, my dream time was spent re-watching the finale. Honest. It was like my head had turned into the television (or Slingbox software, in my case), and I was totally sucked in. I played no role in the dream except as the passive observer.

Part of my dream, though, I was actively involved somehow. I was either reading materials online about the show and putting it all together or I may have become part of the writing staff. At any rate, in my dream, I knew what it all meant. All the secrets, revealed.

Of course, I forgot all that when I awoke.