Another bizarre dream
I have kind of a history of bizarre dreams. Most of the time, they're notable for the weird celebrity cameos. (Robert Carlysle and Ed Mc Mahon on a bus. Jon Stewart feeding cherry tomatoes to orangutans while Carol Channing sings "Henry the Eighth". And a remote beach house occupied by Dick Cheyney and Mister Rodgers.) But the one I had the other night had no celebrities. Yet it ranks as one of my weirdest ever.
I was pulled in off the street into a dusty old building that looked condemned or at least long abandoned. I was told that they needed more audience members for a pilot for a new game show that they were shooting inside. I got inside and the set for the game show looked a lot like a university lecture hall. There were two podiums at the front. People from the audience were called up to the front and they had to fart in front of the contestants at the podiums and the contestants had to smell their farts and guess what they had been eating.
Even in the dream, I was thinking, "This is so stupid that not even Fox would buy this show." But at the same time I was worried that they would call me out of the audience to go up and fart. I kept wondering, "How am I supposed to fart on cue?" In the end, I wasn't called up. The producer decided that they had enough footage to try to sell the show. I was thinking, "Sitting here in the audience was deadly boring. This'll be just painfully dull to watch on tv." Then I left and shortly thereafter, I woke up.
So yeah. I had a dream about competitive fart sniffing. That's right up there on the bizarre list with Jon Stewart and the orangutans.
Alana
