Don Henley made a brief guest appearance in my dreams last night!

Here's what I remember: Don Henley and I are sitting at a table in an Italian restaurant across from two other girls my age who work with me writing for a magazine. They both have that 80s blond "valley girl cheerleader" look. We all seem to be nearly done with our dinners. My plate is pretty much empty except for some bread and Don has about five bites of spaghetti left. The other two girls are eating and not talking to Don, so I am the one doing the interviewing about his "latest" album Building the Perfect Beast. (He has the same hairdo and outfit as from that album cover).

I ask him "Do you ever get to a point where you don't want to sing anymore?"

He puts his fork down. "No," he replies.

"Are you done?" I point at his spaghetti.

"Yes," he says, then gasps in astonishment as I take my fork and start twirling his noodles around it. The girls on the other side of the table are staring at me, mouths agape, as I eat a bit of his spaghetti and then go back for more, twirling more noodles around my fork.

"What are you doing?" One of them hisses. She sounds mortified.

"Hey, he said he was done," I shrug, leaning closer as I pick up my next bite of spaghetti so I don't drip sauce on the tablecloth.

Don says, "Wow, that was really brave of you. No one has ever eaten off my plate before." He seems impressed.

"I knew you wouldn't mind sharing." I kind of smirk at the other girls and finish off Don's spaghetti.

Then, the dream morphed into something non-Henley. But when I woke up, I knew I needed to document the Henley portion before the day was out (and I forgot it)!