I dreamed last night that the renewal of my bar membership was being held until I completed a new required continuing education seminar -- Music Appreciation -- for which I would have to write a lengthy research paper on a notable band. Although it seemed odd, I dutifully headed off to bar headquarters to attend. Unfortunately, I arrived late and all the better bands were snapped-up already. None of my favorites were available; no Beatles, no Oasis, no Pet Shop Boys, and no Afghan Whigs. There was no Nirvana, Screaming Trees, Soundgarden, or anything else from Seattle. Even O.A.R. was unavailable.
With my career hanging in the balance, I was assigned "Whitesnake" as my subject. I've never been so glad to be woken by an alarm.