Useless meta-dreamspiration

I was talking to Greg (in the dream) about the crazy random creative turns of phrase I can come up with when I'm half asleep. But really, I was reading off random text from a dense document in Microsoft Word. It was as though I, and the document, were in a dream-like state, and I was reading it out to Greg, who I assumed to be normally conscious. Unfortunately, of the several random phrases I read off, I don't remember any of them. Just that they seemed clever.