I dream of Woody?!?

Before the dog woke me up at 4 A.M. to piddle, I was dreaming I was at Easy Street in Coloma for a Welcome Home party for local troops coming back from Iraq. I just walked up to one soldier and embraced him, and he let keep holding on to what seemed like five minutes. I finally stepped back to look him in the eye to tell him thanks, and it was Woody Harrelson.

HUH?!?