(This is from some time ago. I found it in a notebook.)
Last night I had a weird dream, which is not unusual. What is unusual is that I remembered most of it.
Basically I was in a life raft with the 10th Doctor Who and Amy Pond/Karen Gillan (yes, mismatched). I do not remember the shipwreck. Promptly we washed up at a pier upon which sat a pub. The Doctor and Amy went off to park the life raft and I went in to get us some pints. It was unclear whether this pub was in England or on some mystery island, but they had Becks on tap and they accepted my HSBC Debit card. Osama Bin Laden was at a table remarking to his companions that he had been trying to get in contact with Julian Assange for years. He looked like an American actor whose name I have probably never known, dressed up as Osama.
At this point the 11th Doctor showed up in his TARDIS outside with another random fellow and I forced him to high five me. I think he was looking for the other Doctor. The bar lady gave me my pints and informed me that someone would be along shortly with the machine to get my PIN.
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