Oh my.
I had a dream last night, too; it shows what drugs, even prescribed ones, do to the brain.
I dreamed I was standing amid an audience of hundreds, as Big Mo addressed the crowd, which had asked her for some final words, as she was standing at the base of a guillotine.
Instead of saying anything though, Big Mo belted out the lyrics to The East is Red, a favorite song of the Maoist socialists in Red China years ago.
At the same time Lamond, the MrsCorpio primitive, was standing there with her, attired in lederhosen and a Bavarian hat with a feather in it, playing a bagpipe.