i dreamt about jon stewart.
we were at a taping of his show, and hung around afterwards like giggly groupies. for some reason --maybe he thought the two of us were laughing appropriately (not too much, not to little) at his jokes-- he invited us back to his house after the show ended. and by "us", i mean me and some faceless, namless person who seems to appear in my dreams with alarming frequency.
it was totally chill hanging out with jon, too. at his house. with his wife. they just left us alone to roam around, basically. we wandered around from room to room --everything tastefully decorated, not ostentatious-- and knowing he wouldn't mind, we gawked over the books on his shelves and casually picked through the papers on his desk. we then looked out the window at the crowd of people (other groupies who were not as lucky as i) gathered beyond the driveway at the closed iron gate.
at one point in the dream, the gate got opened (through accident or malfeasance, i don't know) and hundreds of people came streaming up to the front door. they just milled around, though... they were too respectful of jon to bother him too much.
Jon Stewart is in your dream, and all you do is pick through the papers on his desk? Christa, Christa, Christa... At least you could have told him to stop doing the Jerry-Lewis-schmendrick voice every other night.
Posted by: Penny at July 15, 2005 08:29 PMyou only used the word malfeasance because Jon would didn't you?
Posted by: blackbird at July 15, 2005 10:12 PMI desperately wish I could dream about Jon Stewart. Though I really think it's funnier when you dream about someone in real life and then you're all embarassed around them 'I saw your willie in my dream yesterday...'
Posted by: Marianne at July 16, 2005 01:01 PMno, no scarf.
she was basically faceless, too, come to think of it. faceless with blond hair.