Ugh - Dreaming of the Macarena

Had a rough night sleeping last night. Zach woke up at 2am, upset about our ceiling fan not being on a high enough setting. Then he wanted to watch a Pokemon video, and since he was practically bouncing off the walls, and I wanted to go back to sleep, I stuck it in the DVD player. But so then I had this dream of being in either a mall or a high school with really wide halls, and suddenly everyone starts dancing the Macarena, only it's a really f'd up version, and I'm wondering, When did that change? Yet, I refrained from dancing to it, as I've always done even in real life, so that I'll still be able to hold my head up high and someday tell my grand-kids, "I scaled the walls of Kilimanjaro, made love on a hillside of Monarch butterflies, took a bullet out of my femur with my own teeth. But not once - not once, I tell ya - did I ever succumb to that goddamn Macarena."