TV Dreams

Is it annoying that I post dream write-ups? I’m going to do it anyway, because they entertain me.

Two days ago: I’m dreaming I’m watching the Today Show on a hotel TV (the only time I watch the Today Show or Letterman is when I’m in a hotel), and Bryant Gumbel is doing the weather from Florida, just like Willard Scott used to. It feels like some kind of role reversal, or like it symbolizes some kind of passing of torches from one generation to the next or just the passing of time.

Last week: Bo and Luke Duke, Cooter, and Boss Hog have all gone to some kind of lakeside resort house somewhere outside of Hazard County. But it’s a trap, and Darth Vader and a bunch of stormtroopers are there waiting for them. Luke Duke, who starts to seem more like Han Solo, has been separated from the rest of them and is being held in the main ballroom. Everyone else is being held downstairs, and Chewbacca is there. I’m with the people imprisoned in the basement. We realize that there is a big Chevy pick-up truck there, and we can just get in it and drive through the wooden garage door. There is a CB-radio hooked up to a PA system in the truck. As we’re driving away, we try to address Luke through the PA: “Just fight them! It’s easier to get away than you think! You just have to try!”. Luke doesn’t try. Boss Hog sneaks back and looks through the window. A group of people, the intelligentsia of the Empire, are gathered there with Darth Vader, and they are sort of trying to brainwash Luke, who is now decked out in Timothy Leary-style hippie gear and flower leis. Bob Dylan is one of the intelligentsia and he’s trying to get Luke to chant “I’m the son of God, I’m the son of God”.