Were Teletubbies and Boobah Just a Dream?
I woke up this morning from a weird and unsettling dream. In the dream, my children were obsessed with non-linear, psychedelic public television shows featuring genderless aliens with cheap felt-board material for skin. These characters had a language of unintelligible noises, lived in spaceships, rode scooters, ate toast, and abused their vacuum cleaner. The fatter of the species—who looked to be from the same lineage as the McDonaldland character Grimace—enslaved an extended multiracial human family and forced them to dramatize simplistic scenes for their own amusement. I recall other oddities: a disembodied baby’s head, quarantined rabbits, and a lady saying “time for tubby bye-bye” over a Kmart public address system. Was this just my subconscious mind telling me I was taking excessively long showers? I know it was a dream. What sane or sober TV producer would create such oddball, dream-like shows for children? And who would green-light it here in America, home of the hit-you-over-t
