I don't know how to sew. I never learned how. But I do sew... in my nightmares.
My panda, my toy. I have ripped its appendages off. I sew different appendages on. I don't know how to sew, so I poke myself with the needle over and over again.
I woke up with two bloody fingers this morning. How can I bleed from a dream?
I have a plan. I will talk to you about it tomorrow. Tonight I solved an issue (I think) with a particularly troublesome sequence of DNA, with the help of an extinct species of ermine. Tomorrow I'll know for sure.