Last night I dreamed that I was in a basement with a bunch of people (I think it was my basement, not that I have a basement, but it was a dream, ya dig?) and David Lee Roth came in. He was carrying a boombox and he sat down and turned it on and some David Lee Roth music blasted out. I wasn't amused so I said, "I don't want a David Lee Roth concert, turn it off." And Roth just sat there grinning in that way that he does. I went and got my Louisville Slugger, smashed the boombox and said, "I asked nicely."
I don't remember what happened after that. But at least it was quiet.