Last night for dinner I ate Chinese food for the first time since I had my attack of the heart and I wound up having a series of bizarre dreams. In one segment that I clearly remember, I was at a Caribbean seaside resort, taking advantage of a free three day stay provided by an insurance company that was trying to sell me a life insurance policy. I decided to skip a sales seminar and sit on the beach and read. However, the insurance people sent a little native boy who was schooled in sales talk to interrupt my beach time. The little boy went into a sales pitch in which, in order to illustrate the risks in life, he allowed himself to be stung and bit by a variety of insects and bugs. I stared in horror as he shook a jar of spiders, millipedes and wasps (no scorpidos, though) onto his arms and legs and started talking about rates and premiums. I didn't exactly wake up screaming, but I was plenty disturbed I can tell you.