I dreamt last night that I traveled to Memphis. I didn't tell anyone I was going, I just drove to the airport, bought a ticket and went.

As I took in the sight of the skyline and the Mississippi, I set my iPod to play one of my favorite Rufus Wainwright songs.

Then came hallelujah sounding like mad Ophelia for me in my room living...

And when I got off the plane and reached a terminal dripping with Elvis-inspired decorations, I asked for directions to the zoo.