I woke up tonight in the middle of a confusing scene.
I had, in my dream, just been to a Colin Mochrie comedy show that was being recorded for the making of a special. I was allowed to go backstage after to meet him, but “backstage” was the frozen food section of a Wal-Mart.
I met Colin near the frozen fruit and he was talking to a man holding a baby when I got there. The guy said to him “I want you to sign my baby,” like this is a normal thing.
Colin looks at a camera that had apparently followed me to the frozen aisle, and goes “Okay but you can’t film this,” and for some reason my dream switched to camera perspective as it zoomed in close-up style and watched Colin sign a baby’s head with a sharpie.
As the camera snapped back to the regular from-my-perspective view, I noticed the guy had a cartoon of himself in his hand too, which Colin also signed. It was black and white when he was holding it, but colour when Colin handed it back. The guy then goes “Oh hang on, I should put the baby in right here...” and he sketches a baby in his arm. This too starts out black and white, but after Colin handles the paper, the baby gains living colour too. As the guy gets it back and goes on his way, Colin looks at me and grins conspiratorially.
“You know, that guy is Gilda Radner’s son,” he says, as if this explains everything I just saw.