Dream last night:

I’m on the set of a television commercial. Or it might have been a scene for a movie being filmed. Unclear. Let’s go with the television commercial thing.

So, in the scene, I’m sort of laying on my side. And what I’m supposed to do is, I’m jamming a clip into a large semi-automatic handgun, and then turning toward someone. But the clip? It loades into the back of the gun — I sort of break the gun at a specific point in the slide at the top and put the clip in there. Like a miniature shotgun or something.

And the clip? It’s about 5 inches long, a triangular prism, and it’s made out of rice.

We did a few takes, there were various little problems, and then a few takes in I couldn’t even figure out how to break open the gun anymore, and the rice was getting pretty floppy, and it occurred to me that this whole plan wasn’t very good and that I was probably going to get fired for not doing the scene all that well.

Which hardly seemed fair.