Proof that my new bed rocks

Last night I dreamed that Sean Connery lived in my hometown. You'd see him down by the river, wearing an enormous Macintosh and walking a Boston Terrier. "Hey, Sean," we'd say, and he'd give us a gruff nod of acknowledgment and continue on his way. And one of us would say, "Well, it's not everyone who can say Sean Connery lives in their hometown," and the rest of us would nod in agreement. His terrier always wore a little red plaid coat.

Also, I was dating a younger Damian Lewis, who was under house arrest for a year, so we'd just watch DVDs and play Scrabble on our 'dates.' But I was always really excited to see him, and I couldn't wait until he got off house arrest so we could actually go out.

Also, the Doctor asked Maggie Dekker to travel through space and time with him, and she enthusiastically agreed and gave him an enormous hug, and it was the cutest thing ever.

I <3 my brain sometimes.