Clearly James Wolcott‘s essay was still on my mind the other night when I went to sleep. That, or I am watching too much reality TV. Why? Because I had an actual dream last night that he was hanging out at one of Dr. Drew‘s sober living houses–and one of the housemates had let her dog eat the pizza meant for the housemates. Dr. Drew and I were looking for leftovers in the fridge and I opined–that dog is probably eating better than Jeff Conway is these days. Then I turned to the camera in my dream and said: “No offense if that’s not true, Jeff. (Turning to Dr. Drew) Should we edit that out?” Clearly I must stop watching so much reality TV.

I’ve always wanted to be that witty or acerbic or tacky or snarky (whatever you want to call it) in my dreams. OK, not always–but definitely since the day, years ago, my then co-worker and pal, Doug, told me about a dream he had. Doug told me he dreamed that he was in the 1984 movie, Red Dawn. And in the midst of the dream/movie, he turned to the actors in the dream and said: “I’ve always hated this movie.” I love that Doug had the presence of mind to be that witty while in a REM state. That’s just the height of absurdist comedy to me.