73. vintage radio nightmare

Wednesday, April 11, 2007 - Last night I had a two-part nightmare about my show: first, I went to the studio and there was a big note for me taped up to the monitor that suggested I: write a letter to the FCC, apologize to the listeners, and write "every paper possible" about the implications of broadcasting profanities over the airwaves. Then the dream turned into me trying to figure out what time it was. Every clock said something different and I couldn't tell if I was late for my show, if I'd missed it, or if I still had an hour. I was at home. Finally I decided to call the radio station to ask the DJ. Then the godforsaken dream ended.