Last night, I had a dream that I was working in the yard, bagging leaves. The wind was strong, blowing the leaves around faster than I could pick them up. I was getting ready to go inside when David Bowie showed up. Bowie kept trying to light the leaves on fire despite my protests that he would burn down the entire neighborhood.
The really weird thing is that he was early 1990's Bowie, not Labyrinth-era David Bowie, which is the David Bowie I always picture when someone mentions David Bowie. David Bowie.