http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g55AB-vty_cWell, who knew. Patrick Swayze was a triple threat!
I also had the joy of dreaming about Captain Ahab this morning. I was Ishmael on the Pequod, and the ship stopped near a small island so that Ahab could ask something of the natives. We docked near some cliffs, and most of the crew went ahead of me to the top to meet the natives. When I finally arrived, I found the crew and natives in a Mexican standoff over some kind of faux-pas. Ahab then courageously stepped forward, spoke to the chief, and somehow delighted him with some dark truth, or something (I couldn't hear what they were talking about). With the hostilities gone, Ahab asked the chief if he had heard reports of Moby-Dick in the vicinity. He then found an anachronistic, small substation (you know, the ones that convert electricity) and destroyed it with a hammer.
We reboarded the Pequod and continued sailing south, nearing Antarctica. We passed some kind of southerly island with spots yellow grass peeking through snow cover. The sky was a brilliant, forlorn, frozen blend of yellow and purple; the sun set beyond the salty horizon as we disembarked upon the uninhabited island for a small errand. As darkness came, we regrouped near the Pequod's docking point, and Ahab gave us a bold speech about continuing the pursuit of the white whale.
Awesome. The colors of everything in the dream were kind of washed out, true to the color of the 1956 film. Ahab was the Gregory Peck version, but I didn't see any of the other mates.
