I dreamt about him.
More specifically, them.
You see, Earth was this apocalyptic wasteland and me & my family & virtually every other human being had just arrived from the Mars after we had lived there for a few years. So I was strolling around the neighbourhood when suddenly, Stephen Colbert appeared! I was in full-on fangirl mode. He was charming, but disorientated: turns out he survived the last few years on Earth, all alone. He said that he just wanted to see his old buddy, Jon Stewart, again.
I said, No problem! And thus began the mission to reunite Colbert and Stewart. We searched in a high class restaurant where many of Colbert’s old friends were dining - but alas, no Jon Stewart. Finally, we managed to get to a beach volleyball field.
I spotted him first, took Colbert’s hand and together, we ran towards him.
They greeted each other with a hug and a passionate kiss. I was quite pleased with myself.
Except for, you know, Stephen admitting that Jon had beheaded his wife and he would now do the same to Jon’s wife.
I woke up both distraught and happy (the kiss was really cute).