Night of July 5, 2014. Saturday.

I am apparently listening to a radio broadcast in a state of half-dreaming. The announcer clearly says "Russell Cayman's dead". I have no idea who that is (I have not listened to a radio for many years) and for a moment, I think of (a type of animal) caimans (alligatorid crocodylians). This seemed like some sort of telepathic pulse (or perhaps a postcognitive remnant or "artifact"), but who knows? I am not even sure of the spelling.