Can't Be A Good Sign

I had one of the strangest linear dreams I've ever had last night. For the life of me, I can't piece together where the disperate elements came from. One more reminder that the brain is a miraculous thing, and also, that I am very strange.

Mel Gibson's Icon Productions had their offices downstairs in our house. We were lying in bed and Mel came in to tell us he was about to hold auditions for a movie he was doing. The movie was a biopic about the life of Charles Nelson-Reiley. "Of course," I said, because it made a lot of sense to me. In fact, why hadn't there been a CN-R movie already? The doorbell rang and Mel went to let in the first actor to try out. It was Robin Williams. Mel went downstairs to set up the video camera and Robin came in to run through his monologue in our bedroom, so we could give him some feedback because he was a little nervous. He proceeded to put on a long curly black Captain Hook wig, and do his monologue. But for some reason Robin Williams chose to play Charles Nelson-Reiley with a faux-Italian accent. When he was done I told him I didn't really understand the accent choice, but he was already committed to it.