Films and TV Shows that you have dreamt

[George White]

I forgot the title exactly, but it was long and had the word grapefruit in it, and possibly a question a la "What Do You Say To A Travelling Saleslady?" or "Can Hieronymus Merkin..." It was a very early 70s sitcom/kids' show, American, very low budget, shot and set in a New York apartment, and I think starring a just-post Monkees Davy Jones, and a few other people, some of whom were British, a mixture of exaggerated RP and Cockney mods. It was possibly a kids' show, because it had a zany tone, but they were no silly outfits or Sid and Marty Krofft-ish elements. It felt like a kids' sitcom envisaged by early Brian De Palma. It was four or five young people in a flat, solving problems and playing games. The music was light and fluffy, everything seemed to be centred on the block, things like laying string around the diameter of the room,  a kind of Clive Doig-ish puzzle element, and it was being shown on the Home channel at 11 pm...

[George White]

An ITV remake of Tenko that starred Emma Thompson, Rosamund Pike and Gemma Chan.
And Peter Wight.

[Clownbaby]

Dreamed I was at a special live Brass Eye Cabaret show being filmed in Carlisle's The Lanes shopping centre and Chris Morris had full Joel Grey in Cabaret makeup on and twanged my bra and pinched my nose affectionately

[George White]

I dreamt more of that Omen III. It began at the military academy, seemingly with a small black kid falling to his death from a clock tower, only to be rescued by Damien, who is trying to be seen as a saint, with Erland van Lidth (the big bloke from Stir Crazy) as some military school bully. The thing this time was that Damien had a girlfriend, Susan Bradford, played by Colleen Camp (Yvette in Clue, Bruce Lee's love interest in Game of Death, Kirkland in Police Academy II/IV, the female cop in Die Hard 3). And that she was either the daughter or mistaken as the daughter of a high-ranking Anton Lavey proxy Satanist played by a goateed John Vernon.  There was a scene where a character (Susan's suspicious, geeky, bespectacled, beanie-hatted, chain-smoking best friend, played by Wendie Jo Sperber, Marty's sister in Back to the Future) is killed by a runaway snowplough. Damien was on a premature scholarship to some Oxbridge college, although it might have been Scottish, as Chic Murray played one of the professors. Geraldine McEwan (riffing on her Miss Jean Brodie) and Iain Cuthbertson too, I think. And there was some frat-type incident with a water cannon in a church.
The only scene with McKern I remember was being in a Viennese(?) bookshop run by Cyril Shaps, in a nice cameo.
The film ended with Susan, in a cream wedding dress holding hands with Damien in the ruins of a church.

[Epic Bisto]

I dreamt that Rose West got a job as a newsreader and spent most of the time plugging Ribena.

I also dreamt a film called "Under The Bomb".  It starred Bob Hoskins who befriends a US TV star (can't remember who, but it may have been Richard Lynch) who royally fucked up on a live episode of Blankety Blank and got called a cunt by Terry Wogan and the guy who plays Kevin in Coronation Street.  He was worried that he destroyed his career because he didn't understand English humour and consequently had to hide to avoid the wrath of his minders.  The most notable scene was when Bob took Richard to a local fete where the big event involved blowing Jeremy Spake up with dynamite by a very patriotic colonel (again can't remember who played him, but let's pretend it was Hardy Kruger or Patrick Mower).

[NurseNugent]

I dreamt about a quiz show similar to Pointless but all the questions were death related, examples of questions included countries which still have the death penalty, celebrities who died in 1983 and countries where you are mostly likely to died from a chicken related accident. It was hosted by a tall Sandi Toksvig.

[George White]

Virtua Fighter- the Movie
Starring Simone Signoret as Akira Yuki.


Yes.
I dreamt this.

[GMTV]

I had a dream about Lewis, the Inspector Morse spin off. I dreamt that they continually made more and more spin offs, which were increasingly commercialised and abstract. It eventually decayed to a spin off which was essentially Kellogs in space, boxes of Corn Flakes floating in space.

[Pseudopath]

I had a dream about Lewis, the Inspector Morse spin off. I dreamt that they continually made more and more spin offs, which were increasingly commercialised and abstract. It eventually decayed to a spin off which was essentially Kellogs in space, boxes of Corn Flakes floating in space.

Ha ha ha! What a hilarious image. Brilliant.

[Goldentony]

Me and a matre came up with a show called BOYCEY WANKER and we wrote it down on paper and everything and I kept it because i'll be dipped in mother fucking dogshit if I can remember what BOYCEY WANKER was

[Pseudopath]

Me and a matre came up with a show called BOYCEY WANKER and we wrote it down on paper and everything and I kept it because i'll be dipped in mother fucking dogshit if I can remember what BOYCEY WANKER was

You could reuse the theme tune from Geordie Racer to keep costs down.

[Poirots BigGarlickyCorpse]

Once had a dream about a recurring sketch wherein a blonde dude with glasses talked loudly about inappropriate things in a smug, self-satisfied way while his lunch companion, a woman with long red hair, would sit open-mouthed in shock and disgust, letting half-eaten food fall back onto her plate while he continued on obliviously. The first one involved him describing a dream he'd had about "a penguin, and every time you picked it up liquid shit came out of it". There were others I can't remember but the last one was the two of them at a soiree he was throwing at his house. He was standing in front of a painting saying "And here's a portrait of me pissing into Jesus Christ's dead eye-sockets, aren't I great". This time his companion turned slightly to make eye contact with us, the audience, inviting us to join her in her shock and disgust.

[Phoenix Lazarus]

Once had a dream about a recurring sketch wherein a blonde dude with glasses talked loudly about inappropriate things in a smug, self-satisfied way while his lunch companion, a woman with long red hair, would sit open-mouthed in shock and disgust, letting half-eaten food fall back onto her plate while he continued on obliviously. The first one involved him describing a dream he'd had about "a penguin, and every time you picked it up liquid shit came out of it". There were others I can't remember but the last one was the two of them at a soiree he was throwing at his house. He was standing in front of a painting saying "And here's a portrait of me pissing into Jesus Christ's dead eye-sockets, aren't I great". This time his companion turned slightly to make eye contact with us, the audience, inviting us to join her in her shock and disgust.

Sounds like quite a good idea for a sketch!

[Gregory Torso]

fucking hell. OK, I'm quite drunk and my memory is shit anyway, but this thread has reminded me of a post that I'm sure was on here where someone was talking about a dream they had where they kept showing Freddie Mercury (?) different types of breakfast and he wouldn't acknowledge what they were. I've googled "Freddie Mercury won't identify breakfast" and "those are not baked beans they are tiny potatoes" but there's nothing. Anyone know what I'm going on about?

[Jockice]

This isn't a TV show and I'm not sure if it's a dream but in my early Sheffield local paper music reporter days I have a very vivid recollection of a band called USUK. I interviewed the singer in a pub (The Washington) which was a well-known musicians' haunt and he gave me a copy of their forthcoming single (also called USUK). I can remember the tune (it was a bit like Sigue Sigue Sputnik or Atari Teenage Riot, although probably before the latter band even existed. It was either the late 80s or early 90s) and the singer being a lanky geezer with a floppy blond fringe.

I never heard anything more about them and just assumed they'd just split up, like local bands tend to do. But I've recently been doing some research (for a possible book) and NOBODY remembers them. Their contemporaries, venue and rehearsal studio owners, other local journos or indie music show presenters. Not one has the slightest recollection of them.

I haven't checked the files yet to see if I actually wrote anything on them. But the blanket denial of their existence in what was a very incestuous scene has actually made me start to question my sanity. Maybe it really all has been a dream.

[daimoniac]

"cunted"

the same as hunted but everyone is absolutely pissed for the duration they are on the run/chasing the runners

[C_Larence]

"Get Murphy" a movie starring Colin Farrell that was billed as "better than In Bruges".

[Misspent Boners]

I forgot the title exactly, but it was long and had the word grapefruit in it, and possibly a question a la "What Do You Say To A Travelling Saleslady?" or "Can Hieronymus Merkin..." It was a very early 70s sitcom/kids' show, American, very low budget, shot and set in a New York apartment, and I think starring a just-post Monkees Davy Jones, and a few other people, some of whom were British, a mixture of exaggerated RP and Cockney mods. It was possibly a kids' show, because it had a zany tone, but they were no silly outfits or Sid and Marty Krofft-ish elements. It felt like a kids' sitcom envisaged by early Brian De Palma. It was four or five young people in a flat, solving problems and playing games. The music was light and fluffy, everything seemed to be centred on the block, things like laying string around the diameter of the room,  a kind of Clive Doig-ish puzzle element, and it was being shown on the Home channel at 11 pm...

you think it starred Davie Jones or you know? Sorry mate you're gonna have to be a bit more specific

[PlanktonSideburns]

This isn't a TV show and I'm not sure if it's a dream but in my early Sheffield local paper music reporter days I have a very vivid recollection of a band called USUK. I interviewed the singer in a pub (The Washington) which was a well-known musicians' haunt and he gave me a copy of their forthcoming single (also called USUK). I can remember the tune (it was a bit like Sigue Sigue Sputnik or Atari Teenage Riot, although probably before the latter band even existed. It was either the late 80s or early 90s) and the singer being a lanky geezer with a floppy blond fringe.

I never heard anything more about them and just assumed they'd just split up, like local bands tend to do. But I've recently been doing some research (for a possible book) and NOBODY remembers them. Their contemporaries, venue and rehearsal studio owners, other local journos or indie music show presenters. Not one has the slightest recollection of them.

I haven't checked the files yet to see if I actually wrote anything on them. But the blanket denial of their existence in what was a very incestuous scene has actually made me start to question my sanity. Maybe it really all has been a dream.

sounds like something that happened to this guy:

https://gimletmedia.com/shows/reply-all/o2h8bx/158-the-case-of-the-missing-hit

[PlanktonSideburns]

fucking hell. OK, I'm quite drunk and my memory is shit anyway, but this thread has reminded me of a post that I'm sure was on here where someone was talking about a dream they had where they kept showing Freddie Mercury (?) different types of breakfast and he wouldn't acknowledge what they were. I've googled "Freddie Mercury won't identify breakfast" and "those are not baked beans they are tiny potatoes" but there's nothing. Anyone know what I'm going on about?

I ALSO REMEMBER THIS

didnt remember it as freddie mercury tho?

[PlanktonSideburns]

maybe the mercury bit is from this?

https://vimeo.com/377311128