I Have a Recurring Dream

I have a dream, a recurring dream, where I'm a red-shirted lieutenant and I get beamed down to a desolate planet only to be confronted by a platoon (?) of old school Klingons. I try to broker a peace between their Empire and the Federation, but each time they respond by throwing different things at me: tinfoil rocks, clumps of sand, their metallic sashes, disruptors and communicators... Last night they threw pink balloons at me. I was showered in pink balloons! I think we're close to a détente.