How Lame am I?
Seriously, how lame am I? I'll tell you: I had a dream last night involving myself and Captain Jack Harkness, playboy of the Doctor Who universe, and there was not so much as a kiss on the cheek. All we did was talk. It was a very nice conversation, mind you, with friendly teasing and banter, and some discussion about The Doctor not spending as much time in the TARDIS because he's lonely and the memories there make him sad. (Apparently this takes place after Journey's End but before Eleventh Hour.)
The point is, I had this man in my dreams
and all I did was chat with him? What is wrong with my brain?