my brain is like a screensaver

Last night I dreamt that I was writing poetry about Spock. I am actually more or less incapable of writing poetry, and I expect that if I'd remembered the words upon waking they would have been not-very-good words, but at the time I thought it was decent. Now I'm a bit sad I'm not devoting my day to poetry about Spock.

On the other hand, after that I dreamt I'd turned into girl!Ten, and my pinstripe suit was fabulous. Apparently in my brain, David Tennant is a hot lady. So that was excellent.