Best Show Dreams?

[MiddleBro]

Can puppets dream or is that just an urban legend?

I'll have to get back to you on that one.


   -Zach (Big Z)

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Just a fragment of a dream this morning, but I was listening to the Best Show (but also in the same room with Tom, you know how dreams are) and Tom was very excited about a guest coming on who was a pretty big "get" because he was a very famous and beloved comedian named Hoopy Hernia.

When I woke up I was so bedeviled by the question of whether there ever was somebody named Hoopy Hernia--it seemed distantly familar and somehow right--that I actually Googled it. No dice.

[wood and iron]

As someone who never remembers his dreams, I've always assumed that people who do remember their dreams are just full of shit.

Edit: That came off harsh. I realize that it's just because I'm jealous.

[Chris L]

Just a fragment of a dream this morning, but I was listening to the Best Show (but also in the same room with Tom, you know how dreams are) and Tom was very excited about a guest coming on who was a pretty big "get" because he was a very famous and beloved comedian named Hoopy Hernia.

When I woke up I was so bedeviled by the question of whether there ever was somebody named Hoopy Hernia--it seemed distantly familar and somehow right--that I actually Googled it. No dice.

Are you sure HH isn't another puppet?

[fonpr]

Last night, I had a dream that I had five hernias.

Think there's a connection?

[casualobserver]

I'm going to drop this here because I'm beginning to believe I dreamed it:

I think on a years-old Best Show, either Tom or Therese or another T-named DJ played a song that was a Christmas take on The Who's A Quick One... with lyrics such as "I can't believe it / Is it really Christmas?" and maybe even "It's like a dream to be Christmas again."

I can find no actual hints that this is a real thing. I've gone through a number of December Best Shows in hopes of finding it but to no avail. It is killing me inside.

[Chris L]

I'm going to drop this here because I'm beginning to believe I dreamed it:

I think on a years-old Best Show, either Tom or Therese or another T-named DJ played a song that was a Christmas take on The Who's A Quick One... with lyrics such as "I can't believe it / Is it really Christmas?" and maybe even "It's like a dream to be Christmas again."

I can find no actual hints that this is a real thing. I've gone through a number of December Best Shows in hopes of finding it but to no avail. It is killing me inside.

It's "A Quick One (Pete Townsend's Christmas)" by Billy Childish

[cavorting with nudists]

Fredericks: Yes! There is always a connection.

[casualobserver]

It's "A Quick One (Pete Townsend's Christmas)" by Billy Childish

A thousand thanks!

[cavorting with nudists]

Only tangentially related, but it involves someone I think of more than I would if not for the Best Show:

I was watching TV news coverage of some political event. Chris Christie entered from screen left as the reporter said "There goes Governor Chris Christie, who admits he often has a boner he can't control."

[Mr. Spacely]

Had a dream last night where JW was my friend and he stopped by to help me fold clothes.

I just remember being really excited we were friends and I wanted my Dream Self to ask him all these questions, but I was like, "No, Dream Mr. Spacely! Be cool. You'll scare him off. Let him hang out and fold clothes with you."

Also, he was wearing The Denim Jacket.

[fonpr]

Had a dream last night where JW was my friend and he stopped by to help me fold clothes.

Also, he was wearing The Denim Jacket.

That wasn't a dream.

[cavorting with nudists]

Rick Santorum had a cunning plan. He would administer a 48-hour-long written exam to the Greggulator.  With Greggulator thus detained--hunched over his exam booklet at one of those little elementary-school deskchairs in a classroom for two days--Santorum would disguise himself as the Greggulator and "go undercover."

I do not know how Rick Santorum had the power to compel Greggulator to take this exam, or what exactly he hoped to achieve by posing as Greggulator, but this is the nature of dreams.

[upgrayedd]

This one started with lots of tornadoes. Along with a busload of people, including workmates and my wife, I watched in horror as about 25 people were sucked into a funnel cloud and hurled down the freeway to oblivion. We all evacuated into this place my boss knew about: a planetarium / iMax type structure inside the Galleria -- a huge mall in Houston. After the storms passed, I was in some kind of weird building that seemed to combine a museum and terrarium -- it had high glass ceilings and it misted often, which was a shame because there were lots of old paper goods for sale in there that got ruined every time the mist came down. Tom was in there looking for music to buy and he was super-excited to find a cassette by some guy named something Graham. In the dream, I knew his first name too and I Googled him, and it turns out he was an old-timey baseball player turned honky-tonk singer from Columbia, South Carolina. Still in the dream, I watched a YouTube of him and it was terrifyingly awesome: the guy sang like George Jones and looked like a demented, curly-mustachioed, toothless version of Colonel Sanders. I wish I could remember the song, but all I know is it sounded something like "After the Fire is Gone," and the video had the feel of low-budget televangelism. And Tom mentioned that this Graham guy wound up committing suicide. Anyway, there was a change of scene and I was in a muddy front yard in front of a creepy old house trying to interest Tom and Jason from Huntsville, Alabama in a game of croquet. Jason politely turned me down, and Tom said something like "What? You think I know how to play that game? I had a real childhood."

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If ever a dream deserved to be posted twice, that is the one!