I had a dream that we were at the block party. People were firing off fireworks. I had some and one was a splatter grenade full of paint. The instructions were to bounce it so the lights blinked. I dropped my bag and the lights started blinking, so I threw it. It hit some car and got paint on the windshield. I offered to clean it up, but since I wasn't some punk kid, the old man just used his wipers.
Then I was at some function and the Squirrel Nut Zippers were playing. The lead guy went outside and the band was playing there and all the members had handlebar moustaches. Then someone said 'They're all lip syncing to a CD' and they admitted it.