As far as dreams go, this one was right up there on the peculiarity scale. And it was nice to see Roger Stone make a brief cameo after his regular appearances during Trump’s first term in the White House.
In this dream I was, for some reason, walking to work, which is strange considering it would take about two hours to do that. Regardless, that is was I was doing. I was walking with Roger Stone who was telling me about some of Donald Trump’s plans. Roger couldn’t walk with me the whole way as he had to rush off to do something for President Trump and, in his haste, cut me off in the middle of an intersection which somehow stranded me in the middle of the intersection when the lights changed and the traffic started to move.
A truck headed my way and I couldn’t get out of the way in time so instead I had to jump onto the truck. I landed on the right-front wheel well and hung on while the truck went down the street. Eventually I was able to get the driver’s attention, so the truck stopped and I got off. This made me late for work by about twenty minutes.
As I was late for work, the building was empty and I had to unlock it. I went inside and started the machinery and started doing my work, and after about fifteen minutes realised that I hadn’t deactivated the alarm yet. The alarm was sounding but I hadn’t noticed it over the machine noise. So I went over to the alarm panel which had moved to a different wall of the building and deactivated the alarm. I then tried to call the security company to explain that there was no need for them to send anyone, but when I rang I was put on hold and before I could speak to anyone a security guard came through the front door of the building. They were then followed by another guard, and another and another and another in rapid succession. It wasn’t long until pretty much every security guard I have ever seen in my life had entered the building, and I was still on hold.
I put the phone down on speakerphone and we all waited for someone at the security company to answer the phone (maybe there was nobody left to answer the phone because they were all in my workplace). After a couple minutes I went to check on the machines and attended to my work for a few minutes, and then went back out to the room where the guards had congregated. To my surprise the guards had decided to hold a pro-Hamas rally in the middle of my workplace and there was a lot of flag waving and chanting.
Still, the phone call was on hold, and the dream ended.
It is probably redundant of me to tell you that I had a peculiar dream when pretty much all of my dreams are peculiar.
Yesterday’s dream occurred during a lunch break. I was walking back from lunch to a training conference. This seemed to be along streets in the Woden Town Centre surrounded by buildings which looked like the old concrete Cameron Offices in Belconnen. It turned out that I was walking back to some sort of police training conference, except the police who were being trained were fictional characters from The Bill and Water Rats. I was chatting with actor Steve Bisley on the way back who played Detective Sergeant Jack Christey in Water Rats although it seemed I was actually talking to an amalgam of the actor and the character as he was telling me about some cases he was working on while also talking about the guest appearances he was looking forward to on The Bill as a shonky real estate agent trying to fraudulently sell off bits of Sun Hill.
As Water Rats and The Bill both ended many years ago, I don’t know how any of this seemed plausible to me, but it did, and the Steve Bisley I was talking to was the age he was in Water Rats, not his current age, so I suppose it made sense to some extent.
When we got back to the building where the training was occurring, I left Steve and the rest of the people to go inside as I had to go back to work. I went to some place which looked a bit like my old high school’s front office and was informed of a bomb scare. Everyone there thought it was a hoax and ignored it but I was tasked with investigating it anyway. After a short time I discovered that the bomb was in a newly installed vending machine in the front office and was very powerful because all of the drinks had been replaced with flammable liquids.
I went over to the fire alarm panel and smashed the glass to activate the fire alarm, and then had to reach in further behind the broken glass to push a very small button which turned the general alarm noise into an evacuation tone. After this I determined that there wasn’t enough time to evacuate the building and I would have to defuse the bomb. This turned out to be quite simple as pulling the vending machine’s power cable out of the power outlet shut down the timer.
The next thing I knew I was in a supermarket which seemed to be the old Supabarn as it had appeared in the late 1990s in the old City Markets but with much taller shelves. I had a gun and was searching for explosive jelly beans. The dream ended while I was carrying out this search.
It has been a while since I have had a dream memorable enough and interesting enough to write about here. Yesterday though, one did occur and it was quite remarkable. It was one of those dreams which was vivid enough to feel very real at the time, to the point where it is hard to accept afterwards that it wasn’t real despite the events which occurred in it.
The dream started with everyone in the world being summoned to attend one of the many very large and tall new buildings which had appeared overnight and had apparently been rapidly constructed by aliens. It was required, by law, for all people to be in one of these buildings by 8:30am. Anyone not in one of those buildings by that time would not be allowed in and would be left behind to face the end of the world. The deadline was to be strictly enforced without exception.
I went along, although it seemed the rest of my family did not. The first order of business was to defend the buildings against anybody trying to get in late. Nobody tried. The view from the window, which looked like the window half way up the “going down” staircase of my primary school, showed the streets were mostly deserted. Security radio chatter indicated there was a train delay on the coast (which I somehow knew meant just south of Wollongong) but otherwise all was well.
At 9am the grand announcement occurred that the new society in these buildings would be air conditioned and run by aliens would had in fact been on Earth for many years. Everyone’s past misdeeds would be forgiven and forgotten, but everyone must be on their best behaviour from now on as misbehaviour would not be tolerated. The new society would be based on a number of fundamental principles including privacy and honesty. Earth would come to an end soon and the buildings would leave for a new planet before then. People could still choose to leave the new society that day if they wanted but would not be re-admitted, so leaving meant certain doom as the end of the world would arrive soon.
As the meeting concluded, I looked out a window and noticed a handful of people had left and already been served at a nearby fast food store. I noted with surprise how quickly they were served given how understaffed the store must be, and then walked upstairs. A small commotion was occurring in a room as a person had apparently misbehaved. To make matters worse they were arguing with an “official” about it. Other officials gathered and determined that the misbehaviour was that the person had walked into a room through the wrong doors, against a signposted direction that the doors were only to be used for exiting the room. A senior official decided an immediate “judicial occurrence” was required and ordered the unsealing of this person’s medical records for immediate public examination to see if they had any bearing on their misbehaviour. This, to me, seemed appalling and not at all in-line with the earlier-stated principle of privacy. The examination of the medical records showed the person had a medical condition which was “illegal” and that some sort of punishment was required.
I ran upstairs to see if there was anyone who could do anything about this and I found an office with Mr. Wood in it. Mr. Wood was not my Year 4 teacher but he did teach the class next door. Occasionally classes would swap teacher for an hour or two as the various teachers had specialty subjects which they would teach. Mr. Wood struck me as the sort of person who should have been a judge as he had a mind for fairness, but he wouldn’t have enjoyed being a judge as it would have required him to strictly enforce laws rather than applying his own fair-mindedness to each situation. So I was pleased to see him, although somewhat confused that he was one of the officials in this new alien society. I tried to explain the situation to him but he was too busy. It turned out he was a very senior official (and one of the aliens who had been on Earth for many years) tasked with creating punishments. He informed me that everyone in the new society is tracked and monitored at all times and privacy ceases to apply if a person is accused of misbehaviour, and then he rushed off to punish someone somewhere.
I left the building in a hurry, and along the way received evidence that the world was not coming to an end, but the aliens simply wanted to take all of the compliant people with them and leave everyone else behind, and they knew that the obedient ones would simply accept and follow a directive telling them to go to certain buildings to avoid the end of the world.
Going home seemed like a good idea so I started to walk home through a shopping centre where I noticed the concierge desk staff trying to work out how to staff all of the stores now that so many people had left. I continued to walk towards home and got about half way up the block next to my home when I noticed a group of cows having a large argument in the street near my home. The argument was generating some sort of nuclear radiation so I decicded to take shelter in an abandoned car. The wind was blowing the radiation in my direction so I rolled the windows up. However the radiation kept getting worse and I realised that the wind wasn’t the issue, but rather my shift was attracting the radiation as it had a tracking device embedded from the new society…so I changed my shirt. By this stage though the radiation levels were becoming quite concerning and I realised I had to leave the area and wait for the cows to finish their argument and stop producing radiation. It was too dangerous to open the doors of the car and get out so I would have to drive it. The car had the same idea and took off before I could start it! I eventually got it started anyway and drove to the other side of my suburb and parked in a carpark in the middle of a cafe.
I left the car there and started to make my way back towards home, but then realised my backpck was still in the car. I negotiated with the cafe owner to go back to the car but then realised I was already wearing my backpack and didn’t need to go back after all. As I was walking back towards home I became slightly concerned that the abandoned car would probably now be considered stolen and my fingerprints would be all over it, but then realised driving it a short distance to escape a radiation storm caused by arguing cows would be a perfectly reasonable excuse, so it was all OK.
I walked through the shopping centre again and realised that all of the surveillance agencies of government would have gone to the new society, and felt a sense of relief that spies would no longer by spying on people on Earth. As I walked through the shopping centre I noticed a jewellery shop owned by my friend Maritz with a very long sign out the front showing her very long full name. I then walked past the concierge desk where they were now trying to figure out where their abandoned car had gone. I kept walking.
Everything seemed pleasant and wonderful as I walked towards home. And then abruptly the dream ended and I was jolted awake, knowing without even looking at the clock that it was time to go to work.
The dream seemed so real and the unusual jolt awake despite everything being good in the dream at that stage (normally a jolt awake would occur at a perilous moment), combined with the correct but unexplainable certain knowledge that it was time for work, left the distinct impression that the dream was more than just a dream. Perhaps I had been visiting a parallel universe and whoever or whatever arranged my visit realised I had stayed a bit too long and quickly sent me back, leaving me with the knowledge that I had to be elsewhere imminently.
Who knows? Regardless, it was a very interesting and intriguing dream full of interesting themes which are well-worth further thought.
As anyone who has read this blog for any length of time would know, I have some very peculiar dreams, and various characters from The Bill have been known to appear in them. Well, imagine my surprise when I came across this music video the other day and found actor Jeff Stewart (PC Reg Hollis from The Bill) in it. I don’t think I can make any sense of what’s happening in this video, but it really could be a scene from one of my dreams. It makes about as much sense as my dreams.
This is Sam Brown’s 1988 cover of Marvin Gaye’s “Can I Get A Witness”.
Courtrooms have appeared in my dreams before too. I had a dream where I was a prosecutor and mid-sentence forget absolutely everything about the defendant I was questioning and the case I was prosecuting. I asked the magistrate for a moment and referred to him as “your judginess” which prompted him to declare the defendant not guilty and find me guilty instead! Yep, makes as much sense as the courtroom in this video.
I was recording the first episode of Samuel’s Persiflage but for some reason I was recording it in a rented office in a busy warehouse rather than a room at home where it was really recorded.
The busy warehouse looked like a cross between Officeworks, Bunnings and a factory. I was recording the operatic introduction (which I still think was wonderful even if the listeners did not) while wandering around the warehouse and was accompanied by actor Richard Belzer who was playing various instruments. It wasn’t at all clear why Belzer, portrayor of Detective Munch was there; he just was.
The staff in the warehouse were trying to avoid us and the noise.
I suppose it’s not surprising that people would have been doing their best to get away from the noise of my opera. It has been known to startle unsuspecting animals. I recall one time when I was looking after a neighbour’s cat and started singing while changing the kitty litter…the cat froze, eyes wide open staring at me, then ran to the other end of the house as quickly as possible. The cat probably thought I was about to explode!
My opera has also been known to entertain, baffle and confuse people who get through to my voicemail, where a lovely dose of 40 seconds of my opera greets people before they can leave a message. The reactions of various callers when they leave a message are quite entertaining, with everything from singing in reply, to mild amusement, and even outright horror at having had to sit through it. I answered a call once from someone who had previously reached my voicemail and he expressed great relief at not having to hear my singing again.
A recording of my lovely operatic voicemail greeting
Pebbles and Shyley are accustomed to it, although Pebbles will often give me a strange look if I start singing, while Shyley may bark at me or join in the singing with a howl of sorts.
I had a strange dream the other day. You could say that all of my dreams are strange and I wouldn’t argue with you about it.
Anyway, in this dream I was a detective in a police procedural / murder mystery show. I was not the main character but rather a supporting character who usually worked on cases unrelated to the main plot and was mainly there to make the office look busy and occasionally have a thought which helped the main characters with their case.
In this scene, the main characters asked how my case was going, to which I gave a rather generic response about ir “progressing nicely” and then the main characters noticed that my partner was absent, and asked where my partner was.
“No idea! I think they’re not here because the show’s budget is being used on your guest star suspect and we can’t afford an extra character with lines this week”
The main characters asked how I knew their suspect.
“He’s been in the promos all week. Didn’t you see them? Look, he’s obviously guilty as the producers wouldn’t pay for him to just be a witness. Get him into the interview room and yell at him for a bit, then encourage him to have a lengthy monologue. That should get him to confess. But not yet. Finish your coffee first. There’s still two commercial breaks left this hour.”
And then I went to get a cup of coffee.
This isn’t the first time I’ve been a character who knows they’re in a TV show in my dreams. I once dreamt I was in a repeat of Third Watch and nobody was particularly interested in doing anything because everyone knew what was going to happen anyway.
Last night while I was watching the federal budget (or the “Magical Mythical Numbers Night at the Federal Circus” as I have taken to calling it, given I don’t think there’s been a believable budget in almost 20 years, apart from one about ten years ago) I noticed Bill Shorten sitting at the far end of the front bench and it reminded me of a dream I had just before the 2019 election when he was the opposition leader.
In that year I was booth captain for a political party at one of the polling places in Canberra. This meant I was effectively the supervisor of the volunteers for that party at that polling place, there for the full day to set up and pack up, and coordinate the volunteers through the day while also speaking to voters myself and handing out how to vote cards, etc. I recall taking a 45 minute break for a late breakfast / early lunch but that was my only real break in the day, and I was there until well into the evening as a scrutineer for the vote count as well. On that day I also helped set up signage at a number of other polling places around Canberra, so it was a very long day, and the days preceding it were very busy with campaign activities too. I am no longer a member of that political party, or any political party for that matter, having become very disillusioned with much of politics and governments since.
Naturally the election was on my mind quite a lot in the days before that election, and it is no surprise that it entered my dreams.
In the dream it was Election Day, probably early-afternoon, and Bill Shorten turned up at my polling place.
The voters didn’t pay much attention to him so he decided to get their attention by making things levitate, including the building being used as the polling place.
The election official in charge, my Year 6 teacher Mrs. Brophy, came out of the polling place and furiously told Bill that “levitating is not permitted within the 6 metre campaigning exclusion zone” and he must “put the building down at once”, so Bill put the building down and Mrs. Brophy closed the polls early and started counting the ballots in the middle of the road.
Seeing Bill Shorten down the far end of the front bench on the TV coverage of the budget, with seemingly a bit of a gap between him and the rest of the front bench, made me wonder if he ever dreams of being back in the leadership role of the Labor Party, and if he could, if he would levitate things in the House of Representatives to make it happen?
In this dream I was in Antarctica and working for Chief Superintendent Christopher Foyle (of the TV show “Foyle’s War”) where I made the great discovery that it was possible not only to detect a murderer by using the magical powers of a teapot, but to restrain a suspect too.
Mr. Foyle was greatly pleased by this as a combination of Antarctica’s occupational health and safety policies and their human rights legislation meant it was no longer permissible to physically touch or hold a suspect in the course of arresting them, and Mr. Foyle was absolutely adamant that those laws must be strictly adhered to, so detaining people by waving a teapot around made working within the rules much easier.
Mr. Foyle informed me that the fact I am a wizard was his main reason for hiring me, as he thought skills involving magic and inanimate objects would come in handy one day.
I had a most peculiar dream yesterday that I was playing golf with dinosaurs. Big furry purple dinosaurs. The dinosaurs were very friendly although they didn’t speak any English and roared occasionally.
To make the game stranger, the par score on each hole was variable. There was the standard par score, but before teeing off it was required that you had to search the hole and catch a crocodile. The crocodile, which did speak English, would then award you extra shots on the hole’s par score depending on a criteria which wasn’t entirely clear but a dinosaur did try to explain to me through roars and placing multiple crocodiles on scales and weighing golf balls.
On one hole which was notionally a par 5 I was granted a par 8 and the dinosaur was granted a par 9. I have absolutely no idea why though.
Yesterday I had a dream that I was back in a previous workplace and I found out there was going to be a national power outage, so I had to run the generator to keep the power on at work.
I went up to the generator room (which looked like a larger and emptier version of one of the air conditioning plantrooms at the Canberra Centre) and started the generator but it wouldn’t get up to speed due to what it claimed was an insufficient airflow. So I went and found as many industrial size fans as I could and set them to blow on the generator to provide it with airflow. I had set up a dozen and was happy with that but thought it could use a few more to be on the safe side, and went away to find some. When I came back, the fans I had previously setup were missing and I found out that my present-day boss had sold them to the department store David Jones. So I went to David Jones to get the fans back but the store was a large maze and it was difficult to find the manager.
Meanwhile, I received a communication from an evil spirit which required my permission to pass through my property as a shortcut rather than going the long way around. I granted permission as long as it didn’t stop on my property, so it went through with a dozen other evil spirits and I had to contend with all manner of peculiar objects chasing me including a floating alligator-elephant thing which wanted to recite strange poems at me.
The other day during my sleep I had a dream that I had taken a job as an actor. I was supposed to play a doctor in a rural town and the filming was to take place in a town about ten hours drive from Canberra. Of course, I am not an actor, so I was hoping that the people in charge didn’t notice my distinct lack of acting skills.
I drove to this remote town with one of the other actors and they spent most of the trip reading their lines from a very small notebook. After we arrived in the town there was a meeting of everyone involved in the filming, and I read through a larger notebook containing my lines, but paid no attention to the meeting so I missed all of the details about the filming schedule.
I then went to the only store in town, which was a very large version of a Go-Lo store (which used to be a discount store with many hundreds of outlets across Australia) which had floor tiles which looked like an Aldi store. There was a wall of discount blueberries, half in small size and the other half in large size. They were very tasty so I decided to buy some, however as the store was very large, it was recommended that customers wear skis so they could travel through the store more quickly. I started skiing towards the checkouts however ended up at the other end of the store in the high speed aisle and found myself doing laps of the store at 80km/h while all the paths to the checkouts were blocked so I was required to just continue circling the store on skis while eating blueberries!
Going back through some of my notes, I came across this dream I had in 2018 about a rather unusual concept in radio programming.
There was a show called “Snoring away the snooze-o-grams”. The show consisted almost entirely of people snoring with only occasional interruptions for commercial breaks. The show was said to be very popular with advertisers as they saw it as a way around the laws against subliminal advertising!
John Kerr, the long-time overnight talk radio host who retired from that life 11 years ago and has been playing country music on Gold Coast community station 94.1FM almost ever since, is someone who long-time readers of this blog will know I enjoy listening to. It was a sad day when he retired from his overnight show and a very exciting day when he resurfaced a few months later with his country music show.
I quite enjoy John’s country music show however I rarely get a chance to hear it live and usually record it to hear later on. On my little internal home radio station the show actually airs in part of one of John’s old timeslots from 12am-3am Sunday. I’m not a big fan of newer country music but some of it is OK. Thankfully John plays a good mix of both the old and new so it is an enjoyable show.
John and his show appeared in one of my strange dreams yesterday. In the dream, John’s show had been networked to other community radio stations around the country and John was touring his show to some of the towns which could now hear it. On this particular week he was going to Tumut, which isn’t far from Canberra (and has a fondness for me as back when I used to present news bulletins for AIR News on a weekend, the community station there, Sounds Of The Mountains aired those bulletins and had a working webstream, so I had an opportunity to hear how it sounded on the air, and an opportunity or two to drop in to the station where manager David Eisenhower was always a pleasure to see) and his show was to broadcast live from a local community hall in front of an audience.
John was all set up to go. He sat at a table up on stage with a big microphone and what appeared to be some sort of glowing antenna behind him to send the signal back to the Gold Coast. John plugged everything in but none of the CD players would work. John’s show had started to go to air so he started telling the audience how technology had let him down once again and he started interviewing the mayor of Tumut who made the startling announcement “oh no, of course those won’t work, we don’t allow electricity in the hall as it’s a very terrible health and safety risk, and I was wondering why you were plugging them in when there’s no power in here”.
John was beside himself. “What?? You’re joking aren’t you?” he excitedly exclaimed at the mayor.
“No, I won the election on the banning of electricity from the hall” came the stern reply.
“Well, do you allow fire?” John asked
“Ahhh, Yes” the mayor replied sheepishly, not knowing what John might be proposing to do.
“Good, well I have a plan” announced John “but it will take a few minutes so you must fill in briefly”.
John disappeared out the back for a few minutes and the mayor started singing. A few moments later there was smoke everywhere. John had setup a boiler at the back of the stage and was shoveling coal into it, with a big fire. He then put three large turntables on the desk of the stage and hooked up a pipe from the boiler to the back of each one and started playing records. They took a few moments to get up to speed but it worked, steam powered turntables!
Unfortunately it was so hot and with so much smoke, that nobody could see much of anything and everyone gathered at the radio station to listen instead, and admire the smoke billowing out of the community hall from a distance.
A regular feature on this blog many years ago was recaps of my very peculiar dreams. In the time that I wasn’t maintaining the blog, my dreams usually ended up on my Facebook page. Facebook’s “memories” feature likes to remind me of them on an annual basis so I see no reason why I shouldn’t entertain you with the back catalogue of the strange goings-ons in my head during the most sleepful hours.
Today we head back to the year 2019.
It was 3am and I decided to visit the Magistrates Court.
When I got there a magistrate and prosecutor greeted me. The magistrate told me I didn’t need to enter a plea, and he found me guilty. I asked what the charges were and the magistrate said “nobody knows…it’s a secret”. He then sentenced me to stand guard outside the railway station until the aliens arrive. At this point the magistrate morphed in to radio host Clyde Lewis, who proceeded to give me a long lecture about the warring alien tribes of Neptune and Mars putting our moon aliens at risk, which would force the moon aliens to take shelter at the railway station.
I then went to the railway station. American political operative Roger Stone appeared with a fax machine and a black jellybean milkshake, and told me President Trump would fax a greeting to the aliens and I had to give it to them. The milkshake was to be my payment. This was a recurring theme in my dreams at this time, that Roger Stone would reward me with black jelly beans for doing things for President Trump.
My lawyer, who had missed everything to this point, stood on top of Telstra Tower and smiled.
Of late I have been going through some of the older episodes of The Bill which I was too young to really see or appreciate when they first aired and which I haven’t already watched. I’m currently working my way, slowly, through the mid-90s. I am also working my way through Inspector Morse. I’d like to say that I’m rewatching Inspector Morse as I was of the belief that I had seen just about every episode, but the more I watch, the more I realise I haven’t seen most of them (either that, or they’re secretly filming new episodes and adding them to my DVD collection when I’m not looking), so in many ways I am actually watching most episodes of Inspector Morse for the first time.
The episode I watched most recently on the weekend was the 1990 episode “Driven To Distraction” and I was quite delighted when the familiar name of Mary Jo Randle came up in the opening titles. As I tend to do when a familiar name pops up in the opening titles of a detective show, I try to work out what role they will play before they appear on screen in person. In Mary Jo Randle’s case, I was expecting her to either be the mother or sister of the murder victim. But to my surprise and even greater delight, her first appearance in the episode was in a CID briefing listening to Chief Inspector Morse outlining the case, before effectively taking over the briefing. She was playing a Detective Sergeant on secondment from CID Training School.
This was particularly delightful because in the episodes of The Bill I’m currently working through, Mary Jo Randle plays Detective Sergeant Jo Morgan, and quite frankly her appearance in Inspector Morse could almost have been exactly the same character with the same mannerisms, personality traits, and detecting style. DS Morgan on secondment from Sun Hill to Thames Valley!
Mary Jo Randle as DS Jo Morgan in The Bill (image credit: ITV / Fremantle Media)
Of course the timeline doesn’t quite work. This episode of Morse was in 1990 and Jo Morgan was a character in The Bill from 1993 to 1995 until she (do we need a spoiler alert for something which happened 29 years ago?) took a bullet meant for then-WPC June Ackland. So I suppose she really would have preferred to stay in Thames Valley with Morse and Lewis.
I had a dream once that I was working for Chief Superintendent Foyle from Foyle’s War but was under investigation by my high school librarian and so got banished to Detective Inspector Frost’s office in A Touch Of Frost, and Frost told me not to worry about it because the worst they could do to me was transfer me to Sun Hill who were about due for another station explosion, before he demanded another cup of tea!
On the subject of actors playing almost the same character in various shows (and Richard Belzer actually playing the same character in far too many shows to count, doesn’t count), I recently finished re-watching Stargate Universe where Louis Ferreira played Colonel Young, and I have just started watching Motive, a Canadian murder-mystery show where he played Detective Oscar Vega. I have only watched the first episode so far, but it was almost Colonel Young Helps Solve A Murder. I’m sure Detective Vega will develop as a character, but at least for a moment it’s nice to imagine what else Colonel Young might be doing seeing as Stargate Universe was very unfortunately cut short after two seasons, when it deserved at least one more.
I actually have some thoughts on how a Stargate Universe movie could warp up the series, even after all this time, with a tie-in to Stargate Atlantis (which was also cut a season too short and it’s a pity the proposed direct-to-DVD movie to wrap up the loose ends never came to fruition), but I think I’ve prattled on enough for one post here, and that idea can wait for another day. Just like my idea on how to revive The Bill for a short series (hint: Lord Mayor Bob Cryer!).
