A long night's sleep and when I woke up, I found myself on a deserted island. No trace of human existence around. All was barren, dry, colourless and lifeless. Wandering in search of food, I stumbled upon something and fell on the ground, biting the dust. Genie in a bottle? I rubbed, I rubbed hard. No genie came out, and I woke up just to realise that it was my Old monk bottle that I was rubbing all night through. Hungover Dreams!