Of course we do! But it tends to end up quite surrealistically, like when you're holding a mini china and then you're surfing on it but you crash with a snowmobile that is steered by your old neighbour's dog, who in turn run after you while you jump from china to crash to splash to china again and then Robert Mugabe waves a sign saying "Eat more cheese" while his sister sings a song about elephants from Siberia, all wearing horse shoes that are in fact 24" Giant Beats, these luscious pies, and then a griffin flies in with eyes the size of earth gongs and hooves of bronze, chewing on a green banana while discussing the relevance between Australian Bruces and Hegelian philosophy with Mitch Hedberg, all this while nobody's watching the sheep dip, but who cares anyway, 'cause that bullfrog over there sure looks tasty and you fry it up with some old tires and fish bones you found floating about, bake it in your cymbal furnace and then before you manage to take a bite an 8 feet Nicko McBrain walks over to you and shakes you for what feels like an hour, slowly turning you upside down, and you're amazed that nothing falls out of your pockets, but that's not strange, you don't have any pockets, and Jesus walks by, patting his belly and mumbling something about Lent and Oreos, but what does all this have to do with Switzerland you cry, only to be silenced by the sight of a Pyramid on top of the Alps, front door open and from inside the shimmer and hum of a million Pies, and you walk in, in front of you is the greatest looking 2002 you have ever seen and just as Toomas tells you "to mark the transition of the year 2002 I will grant you one cymbal" you wake up... And it's cold, the pillow is on the other side of the bed and the missus is looking at you like you're a little boy, because she can see the disappointment in your whole being. And you close your eyes, but nothing happens...

Story of my life