The other night I didn’t get much sleep, but I did have enough time for a quick dream. I dreamt that I was on Saturday Night Live.

Now this isn’t my goal in life, I’d sure love to host one week, but I don’t think I’d be funny enough for a whole season.

Anyways, I was a part of the cold open. It was an interview/talk show stage set in 70s clothing and the host was Weird Al Yankovic. We were all behind in our set-up, and somehow disastrously failed to rehearse.

It was Buck Henry, Paul Simon, Weird Al and myself, followed shortly by Taran Killam and Jay Pharaoh. Weird Al was in this spot on the side of the hosts’ table, picture-in-picture style. Almost like Jambi from Pee-Wee’s Playhouse but in a Nickelodeon splat shape. He was trying to line his head up with the very small splat, which naturally looked terrible.

Lorne was looking on, SUPER pissed. I’d heard he was supportive if someone corpsed or bombed, but man, he didn’t like what we were doing.

And that’s it. Like I said, it wasn’t much. I loved the cast that stretched through time. The combination didn’t make much sense, but so don’t most of my dreams.

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