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Films and TV Shows that you have dreamt

Started by George White, December 17, 2018, 09:42:11 PM

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George White

I have done this many times.
From a 70s TV series based on Across 110th Street to a VT version of the Mr. Creosote sketch, in a pub, to the Daleks chasing me through the telly aged 11...
I had this dream when I was 11. It was Doctor Who Night in 1999,  I had a tape I watched constantly, and it was this weird thing where watching it, this video appears of a middle-aged but glamorous woman in  a wedding dress singing, "Will you marry me?"

I also dreamt a very odd Doctor Who revival, a few months before Eccleston. The Doctor was a Richard Coyle/Rufus Sewell type, curly haired thirtysomething in a duffel coat, it was on C4  at 5 o'clock on Saturday, possibly Hallmark were involved, but it was all very downplayed. Shot by Peter Hewitt in a brown-hued style a la his Borrowers, the Doctor was a sort of university lecturer, aided by a vaguely Romana II/Samantha Janus/Sarah Alexander-ish companion with feathery blonde hair and a leather flat cap, I think she was named Roxy.



More recent ones
Murder One (1973) - an ITC series/pilot by Brian Clemens, a very smug detective thriller, possibly an anthology, something like Thriller, but shot on film in the US. All I remember was a young Joanna Lumley as a detective named Zoe Kane.

Sherlock Holmes TV movie (197?) - Bernard Fox reprising his role as Watson from the 1972 Hound of the Baskervilles, but with a different Sherlock. Shot on video, very cheap.

The Girls Who Went To War (1970) - Made by either MGM, or Cinerama or National General, war comedy starring Hayley Mills and I think, Pamela Franklin. Set in Singapore, about a group of British schoolgirls living in occupied Singapore, who break out of a POW camp and become commandos. Hayley Mills (who has always annoyed me) as a mixed-race Anglo-Chinese girl, but no yellowface. A similar tone to Hannibal Brooks, with a probable Burt Kwouk as a Japanese soldier, but also lots of Filipino actors, suggesting filming in Manila. There was a Nazi, possibly Peter Carsten. Kind of If via Tenko. The end involved them going back to rescue the elder females, but a volcano strikes.

Age 10, I dreamt a fantasy film, it was a very cheap animation (from the same stable as the people who did the 1982 A Christmas Carol, Burbank Australia) about three kids, two boys and a girl who get stranded on an island in a sort of LOTR-fantasyland. And music that was vaguely Up Where We Belong-ish.

George White

The best one was the Omen 3, from 1979, where Leo McKern/Bugenhagen is revived as an angel to kill Damien (Jonathan Scott-Taylor), so kidnaps/has to convince him that he's not the Antichrist to weaken him, via taking him to churches and stuff.
What happens is that Robert Foxworth's character from Omen II is now the legal guardian, and hires Hardy Kruger as a big game hunter whose speciality is jackals to rescue him. And because Damien is part jackal...
Aided by John Rubinstein as ex-Mossad and Cristina Raines as a Palestinian. I remember it that it was shot in Dublin, but the bit that I remember was set in either the Netherlands or Belgium. Basically, Damien and Bugenhagen are in an arty cafe, full of sophisticated philosophers. Damie reads arty big heavy volumes of full colour bondage porn. Bugenhagen drags him out, and the exterior - the bistro at the end of D'Olier Street is surrounded by a traffic jam, trapping them.

There was a scene where Kruger and his sidekicks arrive at the marshes of a Dutch canal where they see Bugenhagen drowning Damien. They fire, but miss, the bullets literally going through. Rubinstein tries to intervene but of course it's a projection. And sinks into the marsh.
Along the way, Kruger becomes convinced by Bugenhagen, and as he can't escape without death, must become a martyr. I think it ended with Bugenhagen stabbing the body of Damien in the excavated secret cavern under Tel Megiddo, only for an earthquake - possibly caused by some nuclear attack, to trap them both inside.
There might have been a twist where Damien's bloodied body is cut to ribbons to reveal a dog skeleton beneath everything, as the waters consume it. Bugenhagen teleporting in a haze of white light, as nuclear winter begins in Israel. The idea being that nuclear war must happen to restore the innocence of humanity.


I just dreamt a shot on video Nigerian horror film  set in suburban England, starring c.2007 Tom Hardy and his real-life wife Charlotte Riley about an English couple who adopt or give birth to a Jan Svankmajer-type puppet demon baby.

George White

Anyone else?
A TV movie called Night of the Child.

Rev+


non capisco

A TV advert where it was the cast of 'Rainbow' advertising a government initiative to get people to eat horse meat. Zippy going "It will be horse meat again tonight, won't it, Geoffrey?" and Geoffrey sadly saying "Yes, Zippy, I suppose it will." and Bungle unconvincingly saying "That's OK, Geoffrey, we like horse meat." Presumably broadcast in the thick of some kind of ill defined dystopia.

Finding a concept album in a charity shop called 'Stevie Wonder's Dinner Party' that dated from his golden 70s period and had some amazing songs on but was mostly just the ambient sound of Stevie and his guests eating. You know when you dream music and it sounds amazing but it won't actually be a classic song that you've unwittingly written in your sleep, it'll just be your brain going "GOOD MUSIC: HERE" and filling the space. There were a few of them on there, interrupted by whole tracks of soup slurping and the sound of C3PO saying "This is all most agreeable, Master Stevie!"

I can probably remember more of these.


Quote from: George White on December 17, 2018, 09:46:05 PM
The best one was the Omen 3, from 1979, where Leo McKern/Bugenhagen is revived as an angel to kill Damien (Jonathan Scott-Taylor), so kidnaps/has to convince him that he's not the Antichrist to weaken him, via taking him to churches and stuff.
What happens is that Robert Foxworth's character from Omen II is now the legal guardian, and hires Hardy Kruger as a big game hunter whose speciality is jackals to rescue him. And because Damien is part jackal...
Aided by John Rubinstein as ex-Mossad and Cristina Raines as a Palestinian. I remember it that it was shot in Dublin, but the bit that I remember was set in either the Netherlands or Belgium. Basically, Damien and Bugenhagen are in an arty cafe, full of sophisticated philosophers. Damie reads arty big heavy volumes of full colour bondage porn. Bugenhagen drags him out, and the exterior - the bistro at the end of D'Olier Street is surrounded by a traffic jam, trapping them.

There was a scene where Kruger and his sidekicks arrive at the marshes of a Dutch canal where they see Bugenhagen drowning Damien. They fire, but miss, the bullets literally going through. Rubinstein tries to intervene but of course it's a projection. And sinks into the marsh.
Along the way, Kruger becomes convinced by Bugenhagen, and as he can't escape without death, must become a martyr. I think it ended with Bugenhagen stabbing the body of Damien in the excavated secret cavern under Tel Megiddo, only for an earthquake - possibly caused by some nuclear attack, to trap them both inside.
There might have been a twist where Damien's bloodied body is cut to ribbons to reveal a dog skeleton beneath everything, as the waters consume it. Bugenhagen teleporting in a haze of white light, as nuclear winter begins in Israel. The idea being that nuclear war must happen to restore the innocence of humanity.


I just dreamt a shot on video Nigerian horror film  set in suburban England, starring c.2007 Tom Hardy and his real-life wife Charlotte Riley about an English couple who adopt or give birth to a Jan Svankmajer-type puppet demon baby.

Looool these are absolutely fucking mental. I love it.

Assuming you're not embellishing/taking the piss completely, I have a couple of questions. The incredible narrative/character detail notwithstanding a lot of what you convey seems to be background knowledge that youd have no way of knowing from just watching a film alone. How would you know the year it was made or that it was filmed in Dublin etc? I dont know that from watching films in the waking world let alone in the foggines of the lesser realm. Did you have all this knowledge just available in your mind? How the fuck have you retained it all to such a precise degree?

Not mine but I remember someone maybe on here describing a film they dreamt of...gothic melodrama; a woman high up in the window of a mansion gazes longingly through the glass out at the rain streaked moors, waiting for her lover to return. As time goes by he never returns...and she falls in love with the window.

George White

I often dream about reading the film, and buying the DVD, etc. And often the films will look like they're from a certain year.
So c.1979.
Although with Omen 3, it was clearly made quite soon after Damien: Omen II, and being from Dublin, I did recognise D'Olier Street.

mothman

Quote from: Rev+ on December 17, 2018, 11:49:56 PM
You alright over there?

When I look at George's posts, I do wonder whether he's actually a "journalist" for a clickbait site and we're basically just writing his content for him...

Films and TV Shows that you have dreamt
Trashy European TV
People you thought were younger or older than they were
Quickest Fall From Fame
Muzak/obscure music
TV shows you thought were from different countries
Artists who were naff and stayed naff
British TV reedited into films for US video market
Celebs Who Change(d) Their Accents and/or Vocal Mannerisms
Brit thesps in the USA
Films that look cheaper than they are
Worst Portrayal Of Real People In Film Ever
Live action series you thought were for kids, but weren't...

... and that's just from the first page of his post results!

[tag]Number 18 will astound you![/tag]

Shit Good Nose

Quote from: mothman on December 18, 2018, 01:32:38 PM
[tag]Number 18 will astound you![/tag]

And then number 18 is just an advert, or you find that there actually is no 18 because 17 was the last one.

mothman

Perhaps he can get us Jools-from-Whatculture-dot-com's autograph.

DrGreggles


Mister Six

Quote from: Misspent Boners on December 18, 2018, 02:37:09 AM
Looool these are absolutely fucking mental. I love it.

Assuming you're not embellishing/taking the piss completely, I have a couple of questions. The incredible narrative/character detail notwithstanding a lot of what you convey seems to be background knowledge that youd have no way of knowing from just watching a film alone.

Does this not happen in your dreams? I routinely have dreams in which I encounter made-up people or objects that have whole histories that I just happen to know about there and then. Like last night, I dreamed I was stealing something off my neighbour and my dream came equipped with a whole backstory between me and him and our ongoing rivalry.

Anyway I've got one of these fictional TV show dreams but no time to type it up just now.

Gregory Torso

I've dreamt this twice.

It's an advertisement for "Altered Potatoes", which are cans of potato soup or stew, but when you open one, completely liquid (no lumps of potato or anything else inside).
There are two identical mascots to advertise it, called Party Dancer and Party Corpsefucker. They look a bit like the Honey Monster, but instead of heads with faces on, they have featureless mounds of hair, like camels' humps. They will dance together, a shambling tandem.

Anyway, the advert happens in a brightly-lit synthetic kitchen and the music says "Everybody is eating... Altered Potatoes!", like that, and then Party Dancer comes into the kitchen with his tin of altered potatoes and the song goes "Party Dancer! Movin' and groovin'!" as he does his blind shuffle.
Then Party Corpsefucker comes in, and the music pitches down and slows, and the lights go out in the kitchen and a sombre voice says "...leaving Party Corpsefucker behiiiiiiiiind" and we see that Party Corpsefucker does not have a tin of Altered Potatoes.

Then I think a short bald man comes into the kitchen and tells you off for thinking about sex.


biggytitbo

Last tango in Paris but with Bungle in the Marlon brando role still haunts me, that scene especially.

canadagoose

I posted about this film a little while ago, called "The River":

Quote from: canadagoose on September 21, 2018, 04:23:51 PM
Written on my phone at about 5am, so excuse shit writing please. What do you think? A reasonable art house film or an absolute load of trA .S .H?

NB: the characters have no names but "Firth" looked and sounded like Colin Firth and "Reeves" looked and sounded like Vic Reeves, hence the pseudonyms.

Scene with "Firth" and woman (long light brown hair) in the river, evening (dark). It's in the middle of the film but the world is flooded and something odd has happened to it. He takes a red shoe out of the water for her but it's the wrong size. Finds a teal one that's size 5. Policeman finds her and she goes willingly and says goodbye. Both are upset. Police takes backpack off her and puts it in cupboard at riverbank. Puts her in back of submerged police van and she presumably drowns. Firth gets the bag when policeman isn't looking and goes downstream.

Comes ashore, ends up in a town which seems fairly normal. Time around 10pm. Sees a church (although it is just a doorway between shops) and a scruffy looking man outside says "Go on in!" he goes in, but the man in there just takes the backpack and kicks him out. He then sees "Reeves" and sees scruffy guy urging him to go in. Firth tries to warn him but he is too late. He has his bag taken too and is kicked out. They meet, and then look around and notice the town is full of human-looking automatons. The scruffy guy sits at the pub except when someone approaches the church, when he rushes there to beckon visitors in. The chip shop has a queue of automatons who go to the pub with a pie one by one then come back and stand in the queue. Firth and Reeves decide to leave, and the automatons all turn to look at them as they run away back to the water.

They both have these boards that are like cardboard but they don't disintegrate in the water. Water is faster flowing this time. Firth has written "quid faciam?" on his. Reeves says "oh, that's good, so the police can't understand it" Firth says "yeah, but that's all the Latin I know". Two policemen in some kind of raft spot them and go after them. Gets a bit like a farce here. Firth and Reeves hold onto their boards and use them as flotation aids, or "flat boats" as Reeves calls them. There are these platforms that Firth and Reeves go under, but the police bash into them as if they can't avoid them. The police lose track of Firth and Reeves, and after a bit, they find land, except more police are waiting for them. They just give up and hand themselves in and they go off into the water where they came from, but the camera stays on the land, which starts at a half submerged road with traffic lights at the water's edge and has three dogs frolicking on it, but is otherwise deserted. The credits roll and "Use It Up and Wear It Out" by Odyssey plays, fading in from the middle of the song.


#16
I don't know if you remember Harry Enfield's last series, about ten years ago.  In it, they did a sketch in which Laurel and Hardy had sex.  I had actually had a dream along those lines a dozen years before.  Years before that, I dreamt a version of the film excerpt of L & H getting lost in the maze at Oxford University at night in which they both began to turn into werewolves.  In another dream, I was watching a weird episode of L and H which was in colour and featured someone hurling foul-mouthed abuse at someone else, before a character got forced backwards into a coal-fire hearth, with the sound of their flesh sizzling from the heat.

Another dream I had was of an episode of the original Star Trek, in which William Shatner breaks wind audibly.

buttgammon

Quote from: Phoenix Lazarus on December 18, 2018, 07:55:40 PM
Another dream I had was of an episode of the original Star Trek, in which William Shatner breaks wind audibly.

William Shartner, coming live from HS Art!

I dreamt that the BBC had devised a light entertainment format which featured minor (male) celebrities shitting into buckets of ice cubes.  I took a cutting from the TV Times about it to show Stewart Lee and he shook his head in amused disbelief and asked if he could keep it, but he maintained an air of detachment throughout.


biggytitbo

Quote from: Clatty McCutcheon on December 18, 2018, 09:11:43 PM
I dreamt that the BBC had devised a light entertainment format which featured minor (male) celebrities shitting into buckets of ice cubes.  I took a cutting from the TV Times about it to show Stewart Lee and he shook his head in amused disbelief and asked if he could keep it, but he maintained an air of detachment throughout.


Sounds more like a channel 5 effort to me.

Flouncer

A few years ago I had a brilliant dream that was a tense detective story; this female detective had a hunch that a couple had killed their neighbour but she couldn't prove it, so she had to investigate and figure out what happened. It was like a proper TV drama with a beginning, a middle and an end; eventually it built up to a climax with the detective snooping around in their garden and finding out that they had buried the body there and they got nicked. When I woke up I could hardly believe that my brain had come up with this dramatic, original story all by itself.

Earlier this month I dreamt an episode of Minder up; again it was really filmic and had quite a linear story. I can't remember very much of it now but there was a typical scene where Terry was with a woman and Arthur breaks it up to get him involved in whatever scheme he needs assistance with, but it was more raunchy than it would have been in the series because the woman had her tits out! I'd like to think they would have put some gratuitous tits in Minder if they could have got away with it, and my subconscious was merely making up for the shortfall.

Sebastian Cobb

Quote from: biggytitbo on December 18, 2018, 09:21:53 PM

Sounds more like a channel 5 effort to me.

I vaguely remember something Davina McCall hosted on ITV or Channel 4 (wouldn't have been 5 as that never got added to our towns' relay) where it was like a gameshow/quiz trying to predict how long people would live and one of the rounds involved rating the quality of people's tods that they'd apparently done to order. It was more glamorised in a studio setting rather than a murkily-lit Gillian McKeith peeling back the lid of a tupperware to examine (and quite possibly eat once the cameras were off) a jobby.

Bingo Fury

Had a great dream a few years back of a missing Doctor Who story, in which the 2nd Doctor and Jamie were being chased by Daleks down the hill in my home town and then on to the harbour where they jumped into the sea to escape. Felt so chuffed when I woke up: it had been in black and white, had Patrick Troughton, Fraser Hines and Daleks in it, took place in the town where I grew up, moved at a hell of a pace and climaxed with actual underwater filming. If it hadn't just been something I'd dreamt, it would be the holy grail of missing episodes.

Camp Tramp

I once dreamt that they finally decided to appoint Bill Oddie as the permanent presenter of HIGNFY.

Sometimes I wonder if these dreams of TV shows aren't so much bedtime visions, but visits to parallel world's where these shows got made.

Pancake

Had a dream the other night where I was watching a TV show involving social media superstars and siblings Jake and Logan Paul fucking each other, not in a sensual way but just like lads messing about, like they do in their YouTube videos, one was seeing how quickly he could insert, remove and reinsert a dildo into his anus, and the other one was seeing if he could put his penus into his brothers anus while there was a dildo in there. They were being cheered on by a huge crowd of enamoured teens.

One for LondonLive maybe?

Jerzy Bondov

Quote from: Pancake on December 19, 2018, 10:49:52 AM
Had a dream the other night where I was watching a TV show involving social media superstars and siblings Jake and Logan Paul fucking each other, not in a sensual way but just like lads messing about, like they do in their YouTube videos, one was seeing how quickly he could insert, remove and reinsert a dildo into his anus, and the other one was seeing if he could put his penus into his brothers anus while there was a dildo in there. They were being cheered on by a huge crowd of enamoured teens.

One for LondonLive maybe?
This is great.

St_Eddie

Quote from: Pancake on December 19, 2018, 10:49:52 AM
Had a dream the other night where I was watching a TV show involving social media superstars and siblings Jake and Logan Paul fucking each other, not in a sensual way but just like lads messing about, like they do in their YouTube videos, one was seeing how quickly he could insert, remove and reinsert a dildo into his anus, and the other one was seeing if he could put his penus into his brothers anus while there was a dildo in there. They were being cheered on by a huge crowd of enamoured teens.

One for LondonLive maybe?

Quote from: Camp Tramp on December 19, 2018, 10:40:23 AM
Sometimes I wonder if these dreams of TV shows aren't so much bedtime visions, but visits to parallel world's where these shows got made.

George White

Quote from: mothman on December 18, 2018, 02:40:54 PM
Perhaps he can get us Jools-from-Whatculture-dot-com's autograph.
I am a writer, and I was offered via linkedin to write for one of those sites, and even though it did pay, it just seemed so miserable, writing parpy little articles with no analysis or discussion.
I'd done the same for free some years before. And wasn't going to do it again, even for twenty dollars.

zomgmouse

I've dreamt several plots but I'm not going to write them out here in case Hollywood is watching and steals my ideas before I get a chance to make them myself

YOU'LL NEVER GET MY BRAIN, METRO GOLDWYN MAYER

St_Eddie

Quote from: zomgmouse on December 23, 2018, 12:18:46 AM
I've dreamt several plots but I'm not going to write them out here in case Hollywood is watching and steals my ideas before I get a chance to make them myself

YOU'LL NEVER GET MY BRAIN, METRO GOLDWYN MAYER

Nah, mate.  You're fine and among friends.  Please do fill us in.

*nonchalantly pulls out notebook*