Last night, I had a dream that - when I recalled it in the clear light of the conscious morning - had me laughing out loud.
I’m sure that I am not the only person who’s ever had television shows bleed into their dreams. (In fact, I think I started a thread on the topic many, many moons ago - too long ago to be ressurected IMO.) But last night took the cake.
I dreamed that I was going to see a LAVISH Broadway musical. I mean “Les Miz” level lavish. But the “theater” was really an ampitheater, on a floating island somewhere in the bay of NYC. The musical in question?
Torchwood The Musical
Yep, in my dream, I was in the audience watching Captain Jack Harkness and Gwen Cooper sing & dance about having kinky sex with weirdo aliens deep in the heart of Cardiff, Wales. Even Ianto and Tosh were there!
It’s all a bit hazy, but I have a distinct impression that there was a pyotechnic display depicting the destruction of the Torchwood HQ (from the “Children of Man” season.)
I think even Donna Noble made an appearance. Not the Doctor though - or Martha (which is weird because she actually was on that show.)
So, can anybody top that for goofy TV- influenced dream surrealism?
While it was on first run TV, I dreamt I had a magic button that only worked on Gilligan, but it was enough to keep them all on that island. Why i was being so mean to them, I couldn’t tell you.
Not TV, but years ago I fell asleep listening to public radio one Sunday afternoon. I had a dream that my uncle was walking around at my grandparents’ house playing Gentle on My Mind on a banjo. When I woke up, Larry Groce was talking to John Hartford and introducing his second set. (Mountain Stage was airing.)
Holy cats, yes; too many for me to even list (or remember, it’s that frequent).
One habit I got into, which flows nicely with the OP’s name, is waking up early Sunday mornings to watch Mad Men re-runs. Of course, it was waaaaay to early for me to actually stay awake for much of it but I would always have some very interesting dreams. Not sexy ones, unfortunately, but I was some sort of an apprentice or something, and I assume the storyline in the dream was probably me interpreting what part of my brain was hearing. I know that’s not exactly what you mean, but I swear the setting of one of the first ones I remember took place in an office that looked just like what the new set looks like, with the staircase. This was way before that season started; cross my heart.
When Seinfeld ended I practically went into withdrawals. One night I dreamed an entire episode. It involved Kramer on a skateboard (hilarity ensued) and by the end he was laying flat on his back on it, being almost run over by a car but he latched onto the undercarriage ala Indiana Jones and disappeared into the horizon. Would have made for a funny show. It cured me.
I’ve mentioned before that back when Lost was on, I had a dream that the crew of the starship Enterprise (STNG) found themselves stranded on The Island, battling the Smoke Monster.
Frequently, I sleep with the TV on a fair amount. I prefer to set it on one of the music stations, but it is not unknown for me to fall asleep while watching.
What is particularly deadly is the habit of some stations to run program marathons where something like NCIS will be on from 8 am to 5 pm … so I will start watching one episode and wake up in the midst of a different one, and combine the two or more episodes as I sort of drowse my way through the morning or afternoon.
I have had people from TV shows or movies show up in dreams, this morning I was actually dreaming about working in a large house as some kind of staff, and Hannibal Lechter showed up as a dinner guest [I had fallen asleep watching Gosford Park, and have seen and read Silence of the Lambs a number of times.] Although no cannibalism ensued, it was a strange dream. [we had a clear consomme and fish with some sort of ginger carrots and a molded ice cream and sorbet bombe, if you must know]
And yes, I do tend to dream about food a fair amount, I am currently bashing a menu plan for next week together. I was just going through my side dish collection of recipes and was looking at a ginger carrot one that uses ginger beer as the cooking liquid. Though I haven’t made a bombe in about 4 years …
The other night I had a dream where Family Guy spoofed Titanic like they did with Star Wars. Come to think of it that’s not a bad idea for a show. I often have dreams where I’m either in a TV show, watching a very strange episode of a TV show, or merging 2 or more shows in one. I remember posting about dream watching an episode of I Love Lucy where Lucy got pregnant again and her & Ethel needed to come up with a zany scheme to get enough money for to pay for an abortion before Ricky found out. Another time I merged I Love Lucy with Game of Thrones. Then there was the time Downton Abbey was attacked by zombies.
Merged* Star Trek: The Next Generation *with The Princess Bride a few weeks back. Q was the Sicilian, Riker was mad because he wasn’t the Man in Black, and Picard was wandering around directing everyone to be more Shakespearean. Data was the Man in Black, and kept forgetting that he was supposed to pretend to be confused by Q.
I believe this was right after I’d watched a Tenth Doctor/Donna episode I especially liked–may have been “Midnight”.
I dreamed I was at some sort of party (it may have been on a cruise ship) and Donna Noble was singing a song to entertain the guests. Not Catherine Tate, Donna Noble. The strange thing was, her hair was black. (Maybe she was in disguise at the Doctor’s request?)
It seemed she already knew me, because when she caught sight of me, she gave me a quick wink without pausing in her song.
Then I went up to congratulate her on the performance, and said to her, “I wish I were as talented and beautiful as you.”
She replied, “But you are beautiful. Inside and out.” (She didn’t say anything about me being talented, but I guess even in dreams you take the compliments that you can get.)
Then the Doctor beckoned her and she had to hurry off. Right after that I woke up. (I usually have my most vivid dreams right before waking.)
I don’t know why that particular one has stuck with me.
When I was a horny teenager in the 1970s, I had regular dreams about Wonder Woman, Charlie’s Angels, the Bionic Woman, and Christie Love. Does that count?
While working my way through “Sons of Anarchy” on Netflix, one night I dreamed the motorcycle club was asking me for advice on raising some money. I suggested they do an exercise video called “Buns of Anarchy.”