I have a dream.

Dan Rather and Tom Brokaw are dancing together on an enormous, pastel-hued soundstage, rather like the set of "The Lawrence Welk Show," but much bigger and gaudier. An orchestra plays on top of a high dais, at the top of a wide flight of steps. The music is a lush orchestral version of the INXS ballad, "Never Tear Us Apart." Rather and Brokaw hold each other and gaze into each other's eyes, singing the lyric. They trade verses in their loud, stentorian voices, slightly off-key but endearingly enthusiastic. They spin around the mirror-shiny dance floor. A sweet-voiced chorus of men and women in tuxedos and gowns provides backup from their positions on the staircase. Bubbles and glitter fall from above. As the song nears its climax, Brokaw spins away from Rather to the opposite side of the dance floor, then runs, drops to his knees and slides across the floor to Rather. He stops right at Rather's feet, arms thrown wide, their voices joining on the last, soaring note.

I'm going to bed.