Am I fluent in Twitter now?

I awoke this morning remembering the remnants of the eeriest dream, one of those dreams that mirrors reality so closely that it's hard to tell upon waking if it's memory or dream.

Well, somehow Zachary Quinto (Sylar on Heroes, link is to some of his earlier work) surfaced as my comparative literature professor, and that somehow this was a really great fit for his brain-dissecting experience. My friend and I were really excited about this as we went off to grab coffee. And as I do with all things these days that I'm excited about, I twittered about it. In my dream.

I feel like I've made some sort of breakthrough, the same kind that you get when you are studying another language and dream in it for the first time.