Crazy Dream!!!!!!!
Last night, I had the craziest dream!
I had moved to Washington DC, for work related reasons, I think, and I was staying with a friend from 6th grade (who, now that I think about it, actually moved to Virginia on the beltway, Arlington, I think) while I found a place to live, etc. With this friend, I had gone to the filming of some daytime TV show, mostly against my will. We were seated in the back. The filming took about 4 hours and I was bored (the person I was there with was very into it, so I was trying to play along). Sitting in the back row, I got up to stretch my legs and was standing there, looking away from the stage, when Jon Stewart walked by.
He stopped near where I was standing. I got up the courage to talk to him and said something about loving the daily show. He smiled and shook my hand and asked my name and asked why I was there. I told him the truth (we were mostly out of earshot of the back row, about ten feet behind them, but I lowered my voice to be safe). He leaned in and we shared a conspiratorial laugh as he said something right off the daily show about how he wouldn't be here either if his wife wasn't the producer, etc. He then asked if I was visiting the DC area and I explained that I had moved there, was looking for a place, was starting new work at ___. He asked what I did and I told him I ____.
Somehow I mentioned that I was headed to NYC that Friday for an interview regarding my new work and that I was looking for the best things to do with my free time there.
He said, have you been to the daily show filming? I said no, this was my first tv show filming, but if I were to choose any live audience to be in, it would be the daily show. He asked me if I could be in NY that Friday evening. I said, yes, I was staying till Sunday. He said, We're doing a segment where Samantha B is going to interview someone in the live audience on a subject that is of yet secret. Would you be interested in being interviewed? I said, ON THE DAILY SHOW??? He said, You'd have to be willing to play along with the gag and act like you don't know what's coming. I said, HELL YEAH. He said, what are you doing for the rest of today, because the gag involves something I have to go purchase here in DC. I said, I don't have plans this afternoon. He said, Wait here.
I waited. For some reason, no one else had noticed who I was talking to. He came back and handed me a leather wallet and told me to look inside. There was a business card witha jeweler's address and a drawing of what looked like a large pendant and a check frmo The Daily Show made out to the jeweler. He said, Would you be able to go there today and get this? The jeweler should not see me, it would spoil the gag. I said HELL YEAH, but I'm cat sitting for my friend, there. (And then a cat carrier suddenly appears. He kneels down to checkout the cat - it is a large black male shorthair named MacAllister. Jon starts loving on the cat. He says, I'll watch the cat for you if you'll go into the jeweler's shop. We can take my limo. I said, RIGHT ON.
I whispered to my friend that I would meet her later. She saw who I was talking to, and I introduced her. She started to gush all fan-dom, and he was like, Nice to meet you, we've got to go. He ran off to tell his wife that we were running an errand. We went to his limo with the cat carrier.
When we are at the jeweler's, Jon puts the cat in a baby stroller and the cat sits there in a seatbelt, mellow as can be. They pace on the sidewalk outside the shop. He's wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, with his collar turned up, trying to hide from the shop owner and not to be recognized on the street. The dream entails a long series of communications with the jeweler - the transaction takes forever. I keep craning my head to see if they are still out there, and they are. I tell the jeweler I'm watching for my ride.
When I am done, the jeweler has instructions to ship the piece to me at my hotel in NYC Thursday night.
Back outside, Jon thanks me profusely. He tells me I should wear something that will show off the pendant. I pull my shirt aside to show him the tattoo on my chest, and his eyes get big and I can see the wheels turning, while he wonders if the tattoo would ruin the effect of the gag. I feel awful and realize I should have told him sooner. He asks me if I am willing to show the tattoo on national TV. I realize that the people I work with, from whom I have successfully hidden it, would then know about it, but that I don't care anymore. I say, It's cool.
He says, sorry I have to rush off. It's been fun. Make sure you come backstage after the show. I'll introduce you to everyone. Do you have a business card? I whip an old one out and write my cell number on it. He gives me a huge hug, like we are best friends, and then tells his limo driver to take me where it is I'm going, and he hops in a cab.
I had moved to Washington DC, for work related reasons, I think, and I was staying with a friend from 6th grade (who, now that I think about it, actually moved to Virginia on the beltway, Arlington, I think) while I found a place to live, etc. With this friend, I had gone to the filming of some daytime TV show, mostly against my will. We were seated in the back. The filming took about 4 hours and I was bored (the person I was there with was very into it, so I was trying to play along). Sitting in the back row, I got up to stretch my legs and was standing there, looking away from the stage, when Jon Stewart walked by.
He stopped near where I was standing. I got up the courage to talk to him and said something about loving the daily show. He smiled and shook my hand and asked my name and asked why I was there. I told him the truth (we were mostly out of earshot of the back row, about ten feet behind them, but I lowered my voice to be safe). He leaned in and we shared a conspiratorial laugh as he said something right off the daily show about how he wouldn't be here either if his wife wasn't the producer, etc. He then asked if I was visiting the DC area and I explained that I had moved there, was looking for a place, was starting new work at ___. He asked what I did and I told him I ____.
Somehow I mentioned that I was headed to NYC that Friday for an interview regarding my new work and that I was looking for the best things to do with my free time there.
He said, have you been to the daily show filming? I said no, this was my first tv show filming, but if I were to choose any live audience to be in, it would be the daily show. He asked me if I could be in NY that Friday evening. I said, yes, I was staying till Sunday. He said, We're doing a segment where Samantha B is going to interview someone in the live audience on a subject that is of yet secret. Would you be interested in being interviewed? I said, ON THE DAILY SHOW??? He said, You'd have to be willing to play along with the gag and act like you don't know what's coming. I said, HELL YEAH. He said, what are you doing for the rest of today, because the gag involves something I have to go purchase here in DC. I said, I don't have plans this afternoon. He said, Wait here.
I waited. For some reason, no one else had noticed who I was talking to. He came back and handed me a leather wallet and told me to look inside. There was a business card witha jeweler's address and a drawing of what looked like a large pendant and a check frmo The Daily Show made out to the jeweler. He said, Would you be able to go there today and get this? The jeweler should not see me, it would spoil the gag. I said HELL YEAH, but I'm cat sitting for my friend, there. (And then a cat carrier suddenly appears. He kneels down to checkout the cat - it is a large black male shorthair named MacAllister. Jon starts loving on the cat. He says, I'll watch the cat for you if you'll go into the jeweler's shop. We can take my limo. I said, RIGHT ON.
I whispered to my friend that I would meet her later. She saw who I was talking to, and I introduced her. She started to gush all fan-dom, and he was like, Nice to meet you, we've got to go. He ran off to tell his wife that we were running an errand. We went to his limo with the cat carrier.
When we are at the jeweler's, Jon puts the cat in a baby stroller and the cat sits there in a seatbelt, mellow as can be. They pace on the sidewalk outside the shop. He's wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, with his collar turned up, trying to hide from the shop owner and not to be recognized on the street. The dream entails a long series of communications with the jeweler - the transaction takes forever. I keep craning my head to see if they are still out there, and they are. I tell the jeweler I'm watching for my ride.
When I am done, the jeweler has instructions to ship the piece to me at my hotel in NYC Thursday night.
Back outside, Jon thanks me profusely. He tells me I should wear something that will show off the pendant. I pull my shirt aside to show him the tattoo on my chest, and his eyes get big and I can see the wheels turning, while he wonders if the tattoo would ruin the effect of the gag. I feel awful and realize I should have told him sooner. He asks me if I am willing to show the tattoo on national TV. I realize that the people I work with, from whom I have successfully hidden it, would then know about it, but that I don't care anymore. I say, It's cool.
He says, sorry I have to rush off. It's been fun. Make sure you come backstage after the show. I'll introduce you to everyone. Do you have a business card? I whip an old one out and write my cell number on it. He gives me a huge hug, like we are best friends, and then tells his limo driver to take me where it is I'm going, and he hops in a cab.