I had a dream that I met Tom Brokaw but he was a younger, hotter version of our favorite newsman with a slight speech impediment.  And I was trying to find the right cloth to make him a sport coat.  I was very concerned that I not get a fabric with a difficult pattern so I could make it match up correctly at the seams.  Then the scene shifted and I don't even know if I made him the coat.

I don't sew, I don't have any particular affinity for Tom Brokaw and I hadn't even watched Project Runway recently.  But that's the best my brain could do in the way of dreams; random fashion creation.  My brain is boring.