If only it had been Michael Palin.
In other news, that night, I dreamed about being in a gun fight at 7-11 and then being chased by the sniper through a department store and into an impressive maze of a fitting room. He was wearing a dress.
And last night I dreamed about having a lot of sex, some of it inside the reflecting pool in front of Ultimate Phallus. This, too, is odd. I don't have sex dreams, and when I do its certainly never me having sex. So that was odd.