Right, proper head case you are.
(I'm only joking, of course. I wish my dreams were nearly as coherent. . .)
. . .not like the stinky lump of swiss cheese that I've got, whose basic functions are to remember that the Millennium Falcon did the Kessel run in twelve parsecs, and to whisper "This might be a BAD idea. . ." when I try to make a flamethrower with a can of spray deodorant and matches.
Oh. And making you laugh. That's something.