They're Coming To Take Me Away... to the next committee meeting

It turned out - on the basis of our alarm clock going off in the middle of it - that the vigourous discussion of the Concussion programme I was having was actually a rather vivid dream. Clearly, I am either:

(a) impressively committed, even at the subconscious level, to ensuring that next year's Eastercon features a well-thought-out and enjoyable programme; or

(b) ready for the men in white coats.