One of the greatest experiences you can have is a lucid dream, where you suddenly realize you're actually dreaming and yet remain in the dreaming state. For some reason I don't understand, this seems to result in a dream of such startling clarity and vividness that it almost feels more real than your ordinary daily life, yet even so you are fully conscious that it is in fact a dream.
The Storr is a huge outcropping of rock on the Isle of Skye in the Scottish Hebrides. I was lucky enough to get to climb it with a Scottish friend and an English friend about fifteen years ago, as part of a driving and hiking trip around the Highlands.
If you want a really great coffee experience, you have a lot of options, from local specialty micro-roasts to international gourmet coffees from obscure places with exotic names. But a genuine coffee addict is not so picky. To a coffee addict, the caffeine is the thing, and it has to be kept at a certain level in the bloodstream by hook or by crook. If you can get your hands on some organic fair trade estate-grown Kenya AA, then you'll be happy. If you have to use a Citronella candle to heat up instant coffee in a Campbell's soup can, then so be it.
Most people who don't do martial arts find it to be an odd if not a screwball activity. The typical image of a martial artist is not too different from the demented Rex Kwan Do instructor in “Napoleon Dynamite.” There are definitely a lot of martial artists who do fit that stereotype, or one of several other stereotypes. There's the morbidly-obsessed violence junkie who trains constantly for the urban warzone (generally while living in the suburbs!). There's the wannabe samurai droning on about “the way of the warrior.” There's the ethereal tai chi hippie who couldn't win a fight with a stiff breeze.