Last night I had a strange dream.
I was at a venue, and after some show I went to collect my things from the cloak room. I’d left a huge quill pen there. It was a beautiful pen, with a big whispy red feather extending about a metre into the air. I asked the cloak-room attendant for my pen. He nodded, and came back with two pens. I recognized mine, but he also held one which was much bigger. The same pen, just as beautiful, but bigger than mine.
Little Girl With a Big Pen dreamed about someone with a bigger pen.
What the hell does that mean?!