A strange dream

Last night I dreamed a strange take on Top Gun where Tom Cruise took time out to do a degree in Washington and I got Kelly McGillis. I think what clinched it was when I said to Tom: "You want me to go to a party at GW. Sure, because parties are fun, and not everyone at GW is a wanker. But you're a freshman, and you'll act like a freshman ...". I could tell she was impressed.

He almost missed his bus, frantically saying goodbye - I had to tell him to ask his mother for my email address - but finally Kelly and I were left alone, in his bedroom, gazing out at a moonlit Manhatten. Liberty Island was curiously absent from the model representing this in my dream. As was all of Queen's.

I woke up then, so I have no idea whether Kelly is good in bed. The important thing is that I got her, while Tom went off to get wedgies from future senators.