The Dreams of Hannah

I had this dream that I was watching this really lame British TV show starring John Goodman and Adam Pascal (who didn't look like Adam at all, he looked like Norbert actually). They both had on business suits and Adam/Norbert was playing this British guy who hated Americans but for some reason was going to have to entertain some at his business office or something, so John Goodman (although I typed "Goomdan" which is really funny to say) was teaching him how to talk with an American accent (although he himself was apparently British). Adamnorbert really didn't want to, he kept giving John Goodman these ticked looks. One of the things he was trying to get Adamnorbert to do was say all the numbers with an American accent. "Just pretend that you just see the numerals, and they're all American," was his helpful advice on this subject.

At one point John Goodman dropped a four-dollar bill on the floor (hmm, dollars, not euros... guess he's Americanizing it futher) and gave Adamnorbert a name: Six. He said, "Six, pick up four." And then when Adamnorbert went to pick it up, John Goodman kicked him and did some weird little dance step and it was the end of that section of the show.

It moved on to the second section which was John Goodman, out of character now, playing himself, sitting behind a desk commenting on the skit. "You know, you may not be aware of this," he tells his viewing audience, "but we play the skit and have to re-tape it all the time because we mess up, and seventy-five percent of the time go with the original tapings anyway because it looks better." At this point some chick brought him a coffee cup and set it on his desk. He said thank you to her and then kept talking to us. "And I was wondering as I was shaving this morning, 'What would it be like to see an all-live broadcast?' So here's a special treat for you, an all-live reperformance of that skit!"

I was watching this in the bathroom upstairs and was, needless to say, unenthused by this intro and turned off the TV. I then looked out the window of the bathroom and flipped out because sitting outside on the swingset was the semi-silhouetted-but-quite-obviously-only-loincloth'd figure of some like 90-year-old guy. I was so freaked out by this that I just sorta stood there at the window trying to figure out if I was seeing it right, and then I went downstairs and told Mom.

There was also a portion of the dream in which I went to the college and the hallways were piled high with stacks of folded T-shirts, as were all the offices and classrooms. I was very frustrated because I kept trying to get to my class but was having difficulty stepping over all the T-shirts.

Labels: adam pascal, john goodman, norbert