Bob Dylan? Really?

I remembered another dream. It's a weird one because it connects to another that I had the other day. I guess I should start with the little bit of that one and then explain the dream I just had.

Well the other day, as a part of a few other dreams that I was having, I was suddenly on the set of a feature film that was about Bob Dylan. Not that strange right? Especially since I just saw Factory Girl which has Bobby in it and also saw an add for I'm Not There. The strange part wasn't the fact that it was about Bob Dylan, it was the fact that the director of this film was so invested in it, that he felt whatever Bob was supposed to feel in that scene, if Bob had a stomach ache, he had a stomach ache. So that's the dream leading into up to the dream I just had.

This morning, I woke up just after I had it and found it so strange that I made myself remember it. It started out with the same scene that I had seen the director fall down from a stomach ache in. So Bob wasn't feeling that well. (Don't ask me if what I was watching in my dream was a movie or if it was the real event because I don't know) However, he had to go out to greet his fans. He was in the basement of whatever arena or stage he was playing at and when he walked out of his door into the hallway (all concrete), there was this long table set up with people standing all around it waiting for his autograph. He started writing them right and left, but he was still feeling kind of sick and weak. So when the art on the walls, which was his, started getting looted, he could barely do anything about it. It was a frenzy to get all of the art and he gave up caring. Some kids were taking down mixed media pieces and pulling them apart, this led him to run over to them and say, "If you're gonna steal it, don't take it apart!". Bob then left the hallway and proceeded to give his concert, where he played, not the harmonica, but a small keyboard with his mouth. It was rigged up and everything just like the harmonica would have been around his neck. Then I woke up.

Now, normally, I can't really put two and two together on why I have the dreams that I do, but this one makes a lot of sense as just a jumbled mess of things I've been thinking about recently. Such as:
-Had a lot of Bob Dylan references recently
-Juliana's been feeling sick to her stomach
-I've been watching Lost, where there are strange hallways made of concrete
-Lost is just messed up so weird things happen to people all the time
-I've been afraid about my art getting damaged while in storage
-I've also been thinking a lot about the harmonica, don't ask why

Jumbled mess, that's all this dream was.