I'm still trying to figure out yesterday's dream. A Mexican tornado (as in a tornado with a sombrero on its top) was chasing me around my neighborhood, and out of nowhere came a Taco Bell, right in front of me. I stepped inside, and the tornado shouted at me, "Badges? We don't need no stinkin' badges!" I sat down and ordered some tequila. When they wouldn't give it to me, I opened the door for the tornado, who immediately became a refined Shakespearean Englishman. He said, "Why thank you, kind sir," and swaggered up to the counter. He tapped his cane on the counter firmly, and demanded tequila and an 1946 Chardonnay. They promptly brought them to him, at which he said, "Care to join me, good fellow?" to me. He sat at a booth, and I sat down. And then I woke up.
