My mind, and the places it goes

On Friday night, I had a bizarre dream. mabfan and I were at a party at scarlettina's house. But it was very clearly a house in Boston. And during the party, I wandered off to refresh the snack supply (as I tend to do at parties; it is not unusual for me to help in the kitchen at parties I am not organizing). I found the bowl of popcorn and was carrying it back to the party, but I made a wrong turn and ended up in some dark room. I stumbled on something and spilled the popcorn, so I kneeled down to pick up the popcorn. Suddenly, a voice came from out of the darkness. "You can't be here!"

"Why not?" I asked. "I was invited to the party!"

"We're using this room," the voice said. And then the lights in the room came on, revealing a television studio for a Phil Donahue-style talk show.

So here's my question: scarlettina, when did you get a house in Boston with a built-in television studio, and who hosts the show?

Brains are *weird* sometimes.

I don't usually mention dreams here, either because (a) I don't remember them for long enough after I wake up or (b) they're relatively normal and straightforward. But over Shavuot (on Saturday afternoon, I believe), I had a really bizarre dream that I recalled well enough to retell it to my parents and to mabfan.
( Wacky Hijinks Ensued )