The Viktor Wilt Show

Todays show is a delirious odyssey through the fractured psyche of Viktor Wilt — part therapy session, part broadcast from the edge of a collapsing simulation, and all beautiful chaos. It opens with him trudging into the studio on a Tuesday morning, groggy, aching, and only halfway human after spending the previous day in what he describes as an “AI-induced nightmare” so detailed it could have been a shared hallucination between David Lynch and a malfunctioning Google server. He admits he didn’t make it to work Monday — turned his car around mid-commute because “the vibes were off” — and tried to sleep, only to plunge straight into digital hell.

The dream begins innocently enough: Viktor’s in yet another one of his recurring “I lost my house” dreams, moving into a dingy basement apartment attached to a high school. The walls are made of prehistoric stone like the basement of Poky High, and there are no real boundaries — you can just walk from his so-called apartment right into the school halls. Then everything begins to melt, expand, and replicate like a GAN image set to nightmare mode. Classrooms merge into shopping malls, aisles stretch to infinity, and every object Viktor’s ever seen materializes around him in a nauseating museum of his own mind. The dream becomes lucid, but he can’t wake up. He slaps himself, begs the grotesque AI-hybrid strangers to shake him, and eventually concludes he’s in a coma. When he finally claws his way out, the world outside is worse — a burned sky full of skull-shaped smoke clouds, nuclear fallout raining down in iridescent colors, and a stranger whispering, “Isn’t it beautiful?” while everything disintegrates. Viktor wakes up screaming, relieved but still mentally wrecked, declaring it one of the worst dreams of his life.

The show spirals from there like a feverish carousel of topics: he laments his frazzled brain and back pain, swallows ibuprofen, and tries to pivot to “something cheerful” — which naturally means reading internet threads about the most dangerous people listeners have ever met. From ex-mobsters to murderers from Burley, Idaho, the segment becomes a grim highlight reel of human depravity. Viktor admits he’s “in a sketchy mental state” and jokes about needing to blast Electric Callboy to purify his mind. He meanders into civic studies — government payout rumors, Elon Musk promising America five grand, and cities people still inexplicably want to live in — before declaring Burley “the worst place imaginable” and GTA VI “humanity’s last hope.”

Then comes the freak news segment, where sanity fully leaves the building. Viktor gleefully reports that a Canadian government office was vandalized with ostrich poop (spelling out profanity), Honda Civics are losing wheels mid-drive, and nearly 200 bodies have been found in Houston bayous while officials shrug. Somewhere between the corpses and conspiracies, he veers into alien panic — a comet that might be a spaceship, seven jets of cosmic gas, and the theory that extraterrestrials are cloaking themselves before Christmas. He points out that his own station once created fake news about a feud between Brian Johnson and Sabrina Carpenter — “sadly didn’t go viral” — and half-seriously wonders if the Daily Star would print it anyway.

As the episode teeters between madness and melancholy, Becca joins the studio to keep him company — a grounding presence in the maelstrom. Together they unpack Viktor’s nightmare, her sympathy laced with laughter as he describes mutant AI malls and dream-coma existentialism. They joke about the horrors of Facebook AI videos — robot people kissing their creators, flesh-and-wire abominations with glowing hearts — and Becca begs him to stop watching before his brain fully uploads itself. A listener named Stuart calls in to ask whether Viktor was wearing his CPAP during the dream, and Viktor deadpans that the non-CPAP dreams are worse: “Those ones are me walking around, unable to breathe, thinking I’m gonna die.”

The second half of the show veers into total Floridian absurdity — a man threatening to “slice throats” outside a hotel, another firing a gun during an argument about how many eggs chickens can lay, and a cranky fisherman trying to drown a teenager over a license dispute. Viktor and Becca dissolve into dark laughter, discussing bar fights, hidden weapons, and the eternal stupidity of humankind. When Peaches joins later, they debate dying in the Grand Canyon, beard dye conspiracies, and Viktor’s new bathroom reading material (“Death in the Grand Canyon — good book for guests if their phones die”).

By the end, the show’s tone softens. Viktor shares a story about a family whose dead cat is mysteriously “replaced” by a stray at the gravesite, and he nearly cries thanking his own cat, Lucy, for sitting by him all day through the nightmare aftermath. It’s an oddly tender finale — proof that beneath all the chaos, there’s a heart still beating under the static.

The episode ends the way it began: half-laughing, half-spiraling, full of rock music, dread, absurdity, and strange hope. It’s talk radio as psychological exorcism — a confessional broadcast from inside the algorithm, where nightmares leak into the feed and the only way out is to talk, laugh, and keep the mics on.