I dreamed I had been sent to interview Bob Dylan. Bob lived with his brothers and nieces on a farm in deepest, darkest Arkansas. Bob didn't want to be interviewed because he was feeling "blue"- which left me at the mercy of his brothers. One of them asked me my religion and I said, "Church of England". "We're Arkies", said Bob's brother- and, pointing his finger at my forehead, tried to convert or exorcise me with an extraordinary howling, grinding, clicking noise I took to be a rebel yell.