So this dream I was some fast-talking guy, American I think (possibly something to do with illness and a big Dexter box set).

I was offering to show my sidekick, another random bloke, a cool trick. This involved a dozing older fellow who was sitting with a big stack of American breakfast pancakes on his head. Using a fork, I would whip one of these from the middle of the stack, without disturbing the rest. Then I would cross out the number on the raffle ticket pinned to the older gentleman’s polo shirt and reduce it by one, repeating this with each pancake until the number matched his age.

And this was the best trick ever.