In my dream last night, Anson Mount was teaching a class in nothing but a towel.
Like, apparently he had to do a scene later in nothing but a towel, but I guess he didn’t have time to get undressed there? I don’t know.
But anyway, I guess I knew him. I wasn’t in his class but after he got done teaching we were walking and talking, and I was very aware of the IRL fire in my loins for him so it was awesome.