Well, the one in the dream was named J.C. or something. I know one of them has initials as his name. The group was staying at this big hotel in my town. In the dream I had a town -- I don't really feel like a member of my community, living in an apartment complex and all, and not having kids to send to school or anything like that. So in the dream I lived in a town with a big hotel that was in an historic building, and there was something big going on in my town or nearby, maybe the Olympics? Or maybe they were filming Attack of the Clones? Who knows. So I was staying in the hotel too, because I was a journalist, maybe. And I met the group, and I really wanted Lance Bass to notice me, because I thought he was the cutest (even though, as you already know, I think that Justin Timberlake is the cutest). And he was friendly but not really interested, while this J.C. character kept following me around. But then I noticed that in reality, this J.C. guy was actually the cutest, he just didn't photograph as well as the others. So then we started to fall in love. I remember having dinner with him. And I remember borrowing his television set, moving it from his hotel room to my hotel room. Maybe. I'm not sure.
In any case, it caused me to "reset" my alarm from 6:06 to 6:30, and by "reset" I mean "turn off completely". Oops. And in the dream I remember thinking that this was the third member of N*Sync I had gotten involved with in dreams, even though it's only the second. Why, Morpheus, why N*Sync? Why not a second date with John Flansburgh? Or one with John Linnell, just to make things fair? Sheesh. Still a rich, hot famous guy enamored with me, though, that's never a bad thing.