Today I wrote on my door in chalk: "Excuse the yelling. Filming in progress."

The script was ready. It was in my hands. Absolutely perfect. I needed someone to read it though.

Eventually as I was running out of time, I had to resolve to read it as monologue myself.

I ran to the door and yelled: "Freddie!! NOOO!!!" And then stopped short realizing that I was probably making too much noise.

But I needed to film it because the script was so good.

And then I woke up.

And what did you dream of last night?