A colleague of mine runs a website on food (Feastguru). I entered a review contest and wanted to write a poem instead of the regular article variety.
Seema read the first draft and didn't think much of it. Obviously I couldn't sleep well that night.
So I dream that I submit the article and my colleague's ten year old daughter calls up and gives me a lecture on sequencing, alternate use of phrases and 'conjuring an image'. She finally gives up and makes me memorize the poem the way it should be written.
Woke from the dream wrote the poem down as she mentioned it.