So last night I dreamed I was watching some kind of Star Trek spinoff. It had four very different mothers (human, Vulcan, Klingon, & an 4th species I couldn’t identify) who’s kids all went to the same school. I think they may have been in the PTA. Then after I pottied my dog circa my weekday wakeup time and went back to sleep I dreamed something about Rose Nylund’s adventures in Korea with the 4077th. Anybody else come up with weird ideas for TV shows, or even just weird episodes in your dreams?
Would like to see a show of video clips of XXX rated scenes. Where the props fail.
It must happen. Surely there must be a collection of videos. I think it would be hilarious.
I once dreamed an episode of “Workaholics”. It was hilarious! The dudes try to be tough guys and the punch line was Adam getting a huge tattoo that said, “Penis” on the side of his neck.
I once dozed off in the metro and dreamed a pornographic version of “Spock’s Brain” from Star Trek (or Sex Trek, set on board the USS Extacy). It wasn’t about his brain, though, and the title was, uh, somewhat different. 
True to the original story, however, something of his was surgically removed and taken to service the Planet of Horny Retarded Women.
“**** and ****, what is ****??? Aha! It is Pleasurer!”
“Why, yes. When used properly, the human **** is capable of giving immense pleasure.”
Back in the days of video stores, a buddy of mind found a tape of - sure enough - “X-Rated Bloopers.” He was expecting hilarious outtakes from movies and TV shows where famous actors unleashed a torrent of F-bombs when they blew a line, but instead got clip after clip of someone yelling for someone to get a towel while bored/sad/angry naked people sat around waiting.
I used to imagine different Gilligan’s Island scenarios, like finally getting off the fucking island, but when they return to civilization, they’re still living together, for some reason, and still getting on each others’ nerves in their new, communal space, and start arguing over whether they should just go back to the fucking island again, or the show becomes X rated, or they just end up getting macheted by a group of indigenous folk who, at first, try to barter for Ginger and Marie Ann for god knows what (impossible to tell what they’re barking about) but soon realised the negotiation was going nowehere.
I always wanted to see a bad STD breakout on the Love Boat, or a fight resulting in someone getting thrown overboard, or Gavin getting plug implants. Milton Berle once guested as a boorish practical joker, and I was hoping he’d drop some lines about how apparently well-endowed he was. In Fantasy Island I wished Ricardo Montalban, in a fit of pique, kicked Tattoo so that he landed 20 feet away. I also wanted to see Ricardo and Herve as special ceremonial guests on das Love Boot but end up getting kicked off at the nearest port for being drunken puking idiots.
In The Streets of San Francisco I was hoping for Micheal Douglas and his hair to get run over.
Pretty much British teevee for the amusing banter and witty quips, and Italian teevee for the statuesque and barely clad Italian ladies.
Also, Gilligan’s Island with Ginger and Mary Ann’s clothes edited out.
From time to time, I wake up in the middle of the night with great ideas for plots of TV shows or novels. The only problem is I can never remember the great idea the next day.
Is this a euphemism?
Nope, my dog woke me up and I had to take him outside to go potty, then feed him breakfast before going back to sleep.
I once dreamed there was an episode of DS9 wherein the editors forgot to sensor out a piece of nudity. And if you knew the episode and exactly where to pause it, you could see said nudity.
I saw one once (spoiled, 'cause it’s naughty):
[spoiler]A guy was jerking off and came on a chick’s face, and in doing so, touched her hair with his other hand. She absolutely FREAKED OUT!!
About him touching her hair. 
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I dream that I’m watching something really interesting. Occasionally disappointed when I wake up because I didn’t get to see how it ended. But when I can remember a few of the details, I realize it made no sense at all. Characters changed into different characters midstream, setting changed similarly, jumped between plots, etc.
I am going to pitch my 1960’s ultimate brunette mash-up series again because I think it would have made an amazing show. I dreamt it up for another thread on another topic, but it kinda fits this thread also.
In my dream series, Mrs. Laura Petrie of Dick Van Dyke fame is the biological sister of Mrs. Emma Peel of The Avengers fame. MI-6, or whatever mysterious British governmental overlords “needed” Steed and Peel, sent them to the New York area of the U.S. to apply their spycraft there. They have cover jobs, perhaps Steed is a diplomat of sorts, and Peel …. maybe stays with her sister’s family while she looks for work. Or maybe she has some undemanding cover job like photographer or publicity for the Crown; something that allows her to spend time with her sister during normal business hours most days.
In any case, the British actors with all of their unique props and costumes (spoke wheeled antique car, umbrella with sword hidden inside, revolvers, leather cat suits, etc.) show up in New Rochelle on the Dick Van Dyke set. They deftly defeat criminal masterminds and foreign espionage agents right under the noses of the comedy writers and housewives that are their new social set. Hilarity, suspense, intrigue, and champagne ensue! Keeping the locals from realizing the true nature of their mission allows for both zany comedy antics- and nail biting suspense.
The sisters do find that their long forgotten rivalry is still very much alive and well. Excitable, hyper-dramatic Laura turns out to have a hidden gift for intrigue and bravery (as well as her expected expertise as a housewife and PTA member), while cool and collected Emma is as adept in domestic situations as she is with judo chops and shooting the cork out of champagne bottles.
Hell, in season two or three it might even be revealed that the DOD tapped Rob for espionage duties while he was in the service and his funny comedy writer persona is a beard to hide his spy skills. Rob and Laura it may turn out- are just an American version of Phillip and Elizabeth Jennings of The Americans fame. A typical suburban family with much more beneath the surface than what is showing. The funny part about that would be that neither couple would suspect the other and both would go to great lengths to hide the nature of their true vocation. So much potential!! This series would have been the first ‘dramady’ and it would have so much suspense it would make Mission: Impossible seem like Romper Room. Plus, Diana Rigg and Mary Tyler Moore competing against each other head to head. Laurie Johnson could have even added elements of the DVD show theme to his far superior and complex theme to intro the new ensemble show.
Of course, the show would show how young Richie Petrie’s life would become …. well, confusing- but exciting when he occasionally wakes up to go to the bathroom or get a drink of water in the middle of the night and keeps finding his Aunt Emma sneaking back into the house wearing a leather cat suit, and/or other bizarre costumes.
I need to rescind this section of the pitch, this would be a horrible mistake. Much better to use the personalities already developed in the individual shows. Picture smooth, affable Steed on the streets of New York—too expensive; picture smooth, affable Steed has followed an enemy combatant into the lobby of a business office where sweet, good-natured, unsuspecting Rob Petrie steps off an elevator. Steed needs to get rid of Petrie so he can pursue his mission to completion. He tells Rob the (completely innocent and not involved) doorman is a suspected East German/Soviet spy and asks Rob to hang around the lobby and see if the guy receives a document from anyone wearing a brown tie in the next twenty minutes. He explains he must rush back to his office to send a cable to London, or he would do it himself- even though he is just a diplomat. “It could be dangerous, maybe you shouldn’t get involved”, he warns Rob. Hilarity ensues while Rob tries to be nonchalant and draws much attention to himself with the effort. Perhaps intercut with Steed trying to reacquire his target and keep him from slipping the microfilm into the official diplomatic pouch where he can’t do diddly about it (or perhaps that is just the next scene). In any case, while our comedy writer leans against a pillar watching through eye holes torn in a newspaper in the most absurd and obvious manner, Steed catches the guy and tries to retrieve the film. They struggle, and just when it seems the guy is going to escape . . . . they wrestle their way under a window washing rig that is near the top of the skyscraper, but the wire rope that supports the rig is hanging right there. Steed snaps the cable onto the guy’s belt and kicks the controls so the guy is pulled up suddenly and drops the contraband at Steed’s feet.
In a later scene, Rob asks Steed about the cable he went to send. “The cable was an utter success my boy, just the thing to lift the British cause in America.”
Everyone stays true to their established character, and we find a way to insert one of those Roger Mooreesque quips from the 007 francise
I usually have only one to three dreams a year I can remember after I wake, and they’re usually worries about work. So why on earth did I dream last week a full episode of the 60s TV show “Gidget”, complete with new theme and intro from a season that never happened? And why was the episode about the characters putting on a magic show? I can understand dreaming about getting fired from my job, but I’ve got no clue why I’d dream about Gidget sawing Larue in half.
Why oh why oh why wasn’t there a Fraiser/Boston Legal crossover, with Martin thanking (or maybe blasting) his cousin Denny for the treatment he gave his sons Fraiser and Niles when they went to Harvard?
That one would have written itself.
Brilliant!! Absolutely brilliant!
Thank you. That’s so obvious I can not understand why it wasn’t done.