I have been in a lot of pain recently, which tends to give you really bad dreams. Last night I had a doozy in which I was torn limb from limb and eaten raw by maenads. They were sort of modern-day maenads assembled for a wedding in Scotland, but I don't know what that's about. It was terrible enough that I had to wake myself up, so I woke John up too, and said, "I was having the most terrible dream about sparagmos!", and he said, "wha...?" Then I went back to sleep.