The dream started with me being on the set at Conan O' Brien's last show (which we watched last night). I can't recall many details but at one point I was on a swing set trying to swing as high as I could. There were about ten other people swinging as well and it was obvious that we were unofficially competing with each other for a spot on the show when it returned in September.

Conan had noticed that I was swinging much higher than everyone else and he stood next to me encouraging me to get high enough to sit on the top bar for a moment before I did another rotation. This way if there were other people getting as high as me during the real competition the judges would be able to tell that I was as high as I could go and thus have a better chance at winning.

When the show was finished I helped take down the music equipment on the stage. I knew another band was playing after we left and they had asked me to unplug the guitar amp and plug it into the keyboard that was intended to be used later. I knew you couldn't just use the same cord for a guitar amp and keyboard without switching the line option on the console so I spent a while trying to find the sound guy to let him know of the change.

When I left the studio I went outside and walked around to the back of the building where I found Cassaundra hanging out with her friends. I was so excited to tell her all the things we did with Conan and she was so happy for me. She explained that they were there to get tickets for September's show and I was so disappointed to hear that I missed out on them.

She and I spent the rest of the dream visiting all of the different "W" hotels in the city (we were still in New York) eventually making our way down to Union Square where Cassaundra found out she had to go in to cover a shift. The lobby resembled a waiting room at a doctor's office, and it occurred to me that I had never been to that particular property before (which I have, of course). I was really surprised to see a "W" hotel look so sterile and conservative.

The dream ended with the two of us in the men's locker room of the W Times Square property and Cassaundra was sitting on the bench wearing a very short black skirt. I opened up my locker and put on a miniskirt of my own, explaining to her that I was going to work with her and help her out with her shift. I mockingly walked around the room sticking out my hips with each step and we both laughed at the absurdity of it.

I finished changing back into my normal clothes and as I walked past Cassaundra I flipped up the front of her skirt with my finger and said "C'mon, let's go." I instantly realized that she was wearing these sexy white see-through panties, and I could feel my heart rate speed up as I caught a glimpse of the dark pubic mound behind the material. She obviously caught on and laughed as she lifted up her skirt to give me another glimpse. Wasting no time I quickly knelt down and pushed my nose into the folds of her lips, inhaling deeply to enjoy that erotic mixture of woman and cotton. I made sure to stand up just as quickly and laugh about it in order to prevent the situation from getting awkward, and it never did. We just laughed and laughed until I woke up, satisfied with what the night had brought me.