Fly Higher, Higher, Just Spread Your Wings

OK, this is a little long, but it may be the weirdest dream I have ever had. Jeff, Milla, Cody, Nate and I take a bus to Millas cabin. We get there and have to walk about a mile through downtown Minneapolis. When we get there, Justin Timberlake is cooking burgers and is really mean to Cody. So we leave. We go to a sports bar in Blaine where Front Row Sports is to watch the New Jersey Devils-Philadelphia Flyers playoff game. Then Jeff gets a ring on his Blackberry from Marylin Manson. I know this because it says "Marilyn" when he calls. He tells him "just quit fucking Menards, get down here and eat some burgers with us." At this point, I then have to go back in time to prevent a terrorist attack on the bus that we rode on, so my shift leader from Starbucks and I can travel through time by throwing a billiard ball into the hole on a pool table, unless it was made of "stainless steel." Instead of saving the bus, I went back into time to 1985 and told a co-worker to buy a Chevy Cavalier so she wouldn't waste gas.