
So I'm dreaming. I'm at an outdoor mundane event dressed in a suit and tie and I'm bringing a tray of food with me to sit down. I do so at a long picnic-table style bench. Ned Beatty is sitting beside me.
I turn to look at something that distracted me and as I turn back I see that Ned is stealing some of my croutons. An argument ensues. Ned tries to justify himself by saying that croutons are insignificant, so I should not worry about it. I say that's not the point - if he wanted some croutons he should have asked first. He runs off.
Later, Johnny Depp sits down and we look at each other and realize we're twins! Seems Ned was filming a scene from a movie when he grabbed my croutons. He ran off because I wasn't responding with Johnny's lines.
The scene then shifts slightly (or more likely shit happened and I can't remember it). There are now five Depps. Myself, actor-Johnny, Random-guy-Johnny, Psychologist-Johnny and (get this) Mountie-Johnny. Seems we're all brothers, or clones or something and we all just happened to be in these fairgrounds at the same time. None of us had ever met before.
As near as I can figure, last night's dream was written by Charlie Kaufman.