What heart-racing dream have you had, it asks. Well, one time I dreamed of a post-apocalyptic world where I was racing against time to save the last 5-star restaurant, which was only holding off the mob outside by insisting they couldn't come in without a tie. I was bombing around in the back of an army truck with Asterix, Obelix and some people from the 4077 MASH doing . . . something . . . that was going to save them, but I'm not sure what.