I've been watching an awful lot of NCIS lately, buzzing through the entire second season from Netflix in the past couple of weeks. It's starting to affect me.
My first clue was Sunday night when I dreamed of nuclear apocalypse. I had just finished reading Ian Frazier's Great Plains before bed, and the chapter about the Montana missile silos must have resurrected fond memories of the Reagan era when I thought the end of the world was imminent. In my dream, a nuclear missile was launched inexplicably, beginning the US-Soviet endgame. I helplessly watched as the missile proceeded across the Arctic Circle, dooming all of humanity. It was disturbing enough to wake me, and I stayed up for an hour to make sure I wouldn't slip right back into the dream once I fell asleep again. The strangest thing about the dream was that the NCIS team showed up to investigate why it was launched. These were land-based missiles under command of the U.S. Air Force, so what was NCIS doing there?
I thought that was the end of it. Then this afternoon I fell asleep and dreamed the autobiography of Special Agent Timothy McGee. Funny, I never thought of him as my favorite character or anything like that, but I guess the combination of computer geek and author would be natural for me. The scenes were quite detailed and packed with dialogue, though nothing matched up directly with anything I've seen on the show.
So will I be renting the third season when it comes out in three weeks? Probably not. I started watching the show last season, so I've already seen most of those episodes. Besides, I think it's clear that I need to take a break... But of course I'll be watching the new episode tonight.