The plain, bald brags went on and on like this: "I'm a great cook. I'm a great cook who happens to be very good at chess."
Who was I bragging to? To whoever was there, I guess. Dream people. Nothing people. "I'm a very fast reader," I said to the nothing people. "I retain information very well."
"I'm saying untrue things," I thought in the dream. "I'm saying untrue things very loudly."
I don't know, it was all right.