572 words.

Half of which are on Spirit of the Season // Gift of the Magus.

Last night I dreamed I was engaged in tactical wargames training on behalf of the Irish Mob.

My instructor was my AP English teacher from high school.

Most of the training took place in an arcade.

I really hoping I'm forgetting some details that made all that make more sense.

Meme.

Your job is now your Time Lord name. The last digit of your phone number is the current regeneration you are in. The nearest clothing item to your right is now the most notable item in your current wardrobe. The last person you texted is your current companion. Your favorite word is now your catchphrase.

Well, the Writer lacks a little bit of authority, so I will say The Author. last digit is 0, so 10th regeneration. The most notable item in my wardrobe is apparently my wife's bathrobe, which would explain its notability if true. Megan is the last person I texted, and she would make a delightful companion, someone extraordinarily caring and yet snarky enough to keep me grounded.

Transcendant as a catchphrase is quirky enough, but leaves something to be desired, I think.

Not bad, over all. I think I would make a quite decent Time Lord.