I was a famed Greek warrior, but I was being exiled for reasons of politics. They were beng very generous and allowed me to take whatever I want on my trip to the "kingdom of the desert". I had my main sword on my back, another on my hip, my shield, my armor and helm, and my boots.
They had my old servants help me prepare and much time was spent discussing my transportation. I was given sacks to carry things with and zip-ties to fasten things. We couldn't decide between a very large tricycle with a big basket (the adult kind with large rear wheels and a basket between them) and a giraffe-looking-bicycle that you had to propel with the built in stair-climber. While we agreed it carried the most and would scare others on the road, I refused as that's the worst exercise I've ever done.
So we got the trike loaded with all my things, I said my goodbyes and we threw it all in the back of a small truck. My exile to the "kingdom of the desert" turned out to be Vegas, Baby!
So I get to Vegas and the first thing I do, naturally, is go bowling. With several friends (you people, but you all switched in and out of the dream quickly). I overthrew the alley once and had to go get my ball. That's where I met Cheech & Chong. They joined our bowling group.
Soon after, I was playing pinball/bowling (they became conflated somehow) and our game was interrupted by a group of women because I hadn't put enough quarters in for a full game. They were nice enough to let us finish though and I had to sort through tons of change including dollar coins and British Pound coins to find quarters.
At the end of the game we realized they were closing the hotel and if we didn't check out in time, we'd have to fight off looters. Much of my stuff was in the hotel room, so I ran back to get it. I wasn't too worried because aidosaur was using the room to read. I was concerned, however, because while all my cash was in my pocket, my underwear was in my wallet, which was in the hotel room.
I got to the room, we all moved out of our various rooms and I was doing that panicy last check of the room to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. The room was a disaster area (you people are slobs), but I was pretty sure that we had everything. Then I checked my wallet and discovered the underwear in there wasn't mine. This sent me into a fit of giggles and Rain Man impressions (Definately not my underwear).
As we were moving on to dinner, I woke up.
To make things even stranger, I woke up with that song in my head!