Making the Band: A Dream Starring Pen, M & Kim

Here's the dream I had last night:

Me and Pen drove cross-country to L.A. to stay with M. But the impetus for our trip was that Kim Shable was leading a high school band in a very important _______ (competition? parade? after-school special?). And for the very important _______, Kim had arranged for Eminem to make a cameo, possibly performing (although this part is sort of fuzzy) some Michael Jackson material.

Me and Pen plotted our course on the map, and all I remember is that there was a discussion about whether or not the wisest route would include Montana or New Mexico, but definitely Arizona.

When we got there, Pen magically knew her way around the big city of L.A., owing mostly to the fact that she and J.Lo. have been planning to move there because the real estate is so cheap.

Once we picked up M, we were heading to the practice field where Kim was leading her stellar band through its paces. She became greatly vexed when I showed up wearing these very hooker-esque cork heels and flirting with Eminem. She warned me against matching up with Marshall Mathers, saying "Don't do it - you know he'll be no good for you."

And then she rescinded her offer to let me ride with her to the very important _______. That was okay though. Because I decided to drive myself - on a riding lawn mower.

The moral of the story is that if you eat too much steak one night, you might find yourself riding a John Deere through the streets of L.A. wearing hooker heels and having to call Pen to use her magical GPS powers to come pick you up at a McDonald's when the mower breaks down. Or at least, that's what happened to me.