I keep having this dream, doc: I'm a guest at a Mexican fiesta. Fabulous food and drink everywhere. Mariachi music playing. Laughing children gathered around me; I'm clearly the center of attention, for some reason. Then I notice my vantage point is rather elevated and I'm swinging around a bit. I see the kids below me don blindfolds and lift sticks. Uh-oh. I awake after a couple of whacks, covered in sweat -- but, on the bright side, lots of candy, too.