Best Show Dreams?

[Chris L]

Last night I actually dreamed that Herzog had agreed to appear on the Mike Show, but that he sent word he was bringing "two airline pilots" with him.  I assumed this was a veiled reference to Dieter and the actor that portrayed him, Christian Bale, even though Dieter wasn't a commercial airline pilot.  I woke up before I could verify this theory.  Maybe it was just two regular pilots.

I'd say this is a possible sign that Tom or Mike should try to get Christian Bale too, but there's no way he could keep it hard G.

[B_Buster]

May I suggest, Chris L., that the "two airline pilots" were symbols for "death" and "the ecstatic truth"?

[Kadon]

One night I went to sleep while listening to the Mike Show and had a dream that the person who lives above me died and began decomposing, resulting in a disgusting leak in my ceiling. I think it's related.

[cupine]

I had a dream the other night that I was watching an episode of Break Room Live. Marc Maron and Sam Sedar were waxing nostalgic on their past episodes when Sam mentioned that Tom had contributed to their show at some point as a correspondent. As he said this, a still photo came up on the screen of Tom riding a razor scooter.

That night I also had a dream involving Todd Glass and Todd Barry. It was a comedian dream spectacular!

[Bernard]

May I resurrect an old thread?

Monday night I had a dream I was in my high school auditorium (I'm 10 years out of HS) and the girl in front of me said a curse word to the speaker, one of my old teachers.

I told the girl she needed to keep it "Hard G," and she asked where it (the reference of "Hard G") was from.  In my dream, I was able to say "The Best Show on WFMU," but then I woke up.

[JustNicole]

I dreamt last night that I was in D.C. and someone was ordering something very complicated and I didn't catch the entire order but Jon Wurster was there and he caught it and he called my cell phone and left me a message with the order in the form of a riddle. It was awesome. I was also there with him and some other people at the White House and we were hanging out in that kitchen and the head maid was saying how Michelle Obama insisted on a swedish chef and how the maids/butlers didn't like that.

[Chris L]

Last night I dreamed I was out in the countryside somewhere and decided to call the show, but the only thing I could think to ask Tom when I got on the air was whether or not he likes any Mike Leigh movies.  Instant hang-up.

[waltkellysghost]

Dreamed that one of my friends was trying to get me to watch a new talk show on C-Span called "We're Not Judging You, They're not Judging You" hosted by Scharpling and Wurster.

That would be an awesome show.

[Sarah]

Best Show-related dream last night:  I was participating in a reality show that involved both cooking and art (Jonathan Waxman was one of the judges) while at the same time trying to find homes for several dogs.  It was very stressful.

[Christina]

Best Show-related dream last night:  I was participating in a reality show that involved both cooking and art (Jonathan Waxman was one of the judges) while at the same time trying to find homes for several dogs.  It was very stressful.

That's a FOT Board dream, I think. Jeepers.

[Sarah]

Yeah, I know.  Sad.

[~L]

In my dream I tune into to Best Show just as it is ending.  Having missed it all, I drift off to sleep. After a while, slowly, I am awakened by a crawling sensation.  I open my eyes, I look at my hands.  They are covered with crawling teeming ants.  I bolt upright, I get up quickly, holding my hands out in front of me, and run to the sink to wash them off.  My hands and wrists covered in ants.  As I put my hands under the running water, some of the ants wash away, some of them turn into feather quills, and I have to pluck them out, one by one, like they are left over chicken feather parts.  Finally, I am done, and have plucked the last quill from my hands.  Then, I really awake, nauseous from the heat and the hand plucking, I look at my hands in disbelief.
I vow to never miss listening to the Best Show again, and to stay away from ants and chicken.

[mackro]

This was posted 6/28 on the Mike board, but it qualifies. (Apologies to those who have read this already):

I had a dream about AP Mike leaving the Best Show last night, which I guess makes it official that The Best Show is always on my mind.  It was a good dream overall, thankfully.  Definitely not a nightmare.

It was mainly the going-away party for Mike.  It took place in what my head thinks is Downtown Bayonne, which apparently is a slightly more monochromatic version of a Norwegian port city thoroughfare -- more warehouse-y but charming nonetheless.

I didn't recognize anyone there except Mike, Tom, Jillian, Therese, and the future AP of The Best Show, Fred Schneider of the B-52s.  Fred was the most quiet of them all. He was talking about records with Mike.. I think Henry Nilsson, Van Dyke Parks, Todd Rundgren?

The only weird thing in the dream was that the party organizers decided to rent out a unicorn for the party, since some of the party-goers had kids.  A couple of guys brought over a very large goat with a purple plastic horn glued onto its head. It looked like a parade horn or vuvuzela, but backwards. There were only 3 kids, and 2 of them were not into the unigoat at all. They were crying.  One of them always looked at it with curiosity, but that's it. I tried to pet the unigoat, but the dream wouldn't let me!  (Isn't it annoying that dreams allow you to defy all mortal skills, but will prevent you from doing the simplest thing on occasion?)

Everyone was really happy but with a heavy sigh.  There was a toast, and then Mike asked everyone for a special request. He told everyone to grab a 40 oz from a very large cooler, which each did. He asked everyone to pour out a 40.  Everyone did, although some were wondering why, exactly. This all took place at the giant Tear sculpture in Bayonne, near where the party was.  After the pourings of the 40s, Mike laughed a bit and said "I always wanted to do that!"

..then I woke up this morning for work.

[Hugman 3.0]

Had a dream last night that I stumbled across Fredericks' apartment. It was in Los Angeles. There was a hand-drawn comic on the mailbox that was obviously drawn by FONPR. I went up to the apartment and rang the bell. One of his roommates answered (he lived with two sketchy dudes) and I sort of burst into the apartment and said "I gotcha Fredericks!" And he was all "Yea, you got me. I live in Los Angeles." Turned out he also had a hot daughter in her twenties. What?

[DoodleJump!]

we were hanging out in that kitchen and the head maid was saying how Michelle Obama insisted on a swedish chef and how the maids/butlers didn't like that.

I have to say, I like swedish chefs too.