In my dream:
I was "producing" this event Tom was hosting... some sort of live panel-quiz. Tom was crammed into a glass booth with a bunch of minor celebrities, with the two teams to be seated slightly above the booth on either side, in much better conditions. One of the teams was the Stereophonics, the other never showed up. I became increasingly concerned about health & safety as more and more minor celebrities piled into the booth, but Tom was far more concerned I get him an "Apple Frosting" - a type of cake - and a drink with a similarly insane name (that I've forgotten). I assured Tom that since we were somewhere in Eng-uh-land, none of the local bakers would carry, or would've ever heard of, this "Apple Frosting". He was insistent.
As I was hunting for the Apple Frosting, the whole thing digressed into me being terrorised at knife-point by a Street Punk from an 80s movie or videogame, only to be inadvertently rescued by Needles from Back to the Future II.
It was my first Best Show dream. I did not like it.