I had a nightmare last night. I was in a big room, like a conventional hall. It was just me, my wife, Susan, and a few friends. There was a fridge there that I had loaded with all our favorite beers, including Coronitas for Susan. All of a sudden, the place filled up with people, cackling and gabbing. I had no idea who these people were or where they came from but they were helping themselves to all my beer. I went to the fridge to get a Coronita for Susan and they were all gone. Looking around, I saw several people pounding ’em down. All the Red Stripes, my favorites, were gone, too. I felt the bile burning the back of my throat. And then I woke up in a cold sweat. I ran to the fridge in the kitchen to make sure there was still beer there. I pulled out a Red Stripe, gulped it down and then went back to bed.