Mr. Rogers Smokes!?

So there I, Homer Simpson, was, helping out on the set of Mr. Rogers. "Action!" and Mr. Rogers swivelled in his chair turning towards his live TV audience... smoking. He elegantly took a drag on the cigarette and greeted his audience affably, starting his show like nothing was the matter. My friend Jorgen approached from stage right to play his big role. Meanwhile, a concerned mother/stage manager hurried on, shouting "CUT!" and telling Mr. Rogers, "Your ratings are dropping through the floor!" Yes, it was because of his smoking, he hadn't even realized that he had his cigarette out when he had started.

My friend Jorgen was staring at him intently, "I've got more news for you, I'm your daughter." Mr. Rogers turned to him in amazement profusely denying that Jorgen could be his daugter. I started rolling on the ground laughing.

"Then what," I said, "why are you wearing that silly male costume?" Jorgen shot me a daggery glance.

"I'll prove it." He tore off his mask to reveal his dark skinned male vulcan face. "That proves it, I'm your daughter," he said to Mr. Rogers.

Yes, this was the most vivid and crazy dream I can recall my whole life. It came to me a few nights ago. I HAVE NO IDEA where it came from.