I dream of Mischa

It might have been the bottle of filipino brandy that I was forced to partake in at Uncle Bon's house because when I got home last night I passed out and had the weirdest dream.
From what I can rememeber, at one point I was getting into a pimped out, black Cadillac Escalade and waving at several hipster looking people whom I didn't know but in the dream they were acting like they knew me (ever that happen to you?). They were getting into their own car while I was riding with Mischa Barton, whom I had the fortune of sitting next to in the back seat, as well as Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson! To add to the weird factor of the dream when we all got into the car Tommy was driving and none of us thought that was a bad idea! He was yelling at people on the sidewalk and they all yelled back because they recognized him and asked him where he was going? I was curious to know myself and was tempted to ask Mischa but she was talking to the other guys in the car on her cell phone, giving them directions.
The next thing I remember we pull up to some nondescript building that looked like a run down hospital. But after closer inspection and following Tommy and Co., it was some speakeasy type club that I never would've found on my own. We glided past the large line that was snaking out of the basement of the building and were greeted warmly by the large gentleman standing in front of the velvet rope. I'd be lying if I didn't say that I didn't feel just a tad 'cool' rolling into a hip club with Tommy Lee, Pamela Anderson and Mischa Barton especially when we were bombarded by the papparazzi's light bulbs that also annnounced our arrival.
The music was thumping with the newest 50 cent sending the crowd into a frenzy. Unfazed by the rhythmic chaos goin on around us, Tommy, Pam Mischa and the hipsters made a bee line for the VIP area and I did my best to keep up since I'm not used to running with this type of crowd. Several king sized beds overlooking the dance floor awaited us as well as an insane amount of alcohol.
After taking in the scene below and all around us I looked over and noticed Mischa typing furiously on her Sidekick to one of her friends. Curious to see what she was up to I decided plop beside her and ask her what she thought of the club. When she looked up to talk to me I was caught off guard by how beautiful she was and how large her eyes were. I couldn't help but be drawn in by them and was dumbstruck. She said that she was so glad I was able to make it out tonight and she was just telling Olivia that I was there and that she should meet us.
It's funny how fast things can move when you're dreaming because before I knew it I was flanked by Olivia Wilde and Mischa Barton on a king sized bed inside the coolest club I've ever been in, my biggest OC fantasy coming alive right before my eyes!

Unfortunately that's where everything goes haywire and all I can remember is bits and pieces of the rest of the dream. It involved Tommy telling all of us that he and Pam wanted to go somewhere else and me wanting to stay. He got mad at me and told me to "Then find your own damn ride home you ungrateful punk!" I tried to apologize but he wouldn't let it go. He stormed out with Pam trailing behind him and Mischa and Olivia were pissed. Then the dream shifted locations and we (Me, Mischa and Olivia) were at this swank hotel in L.A. called The Standard. They asked me why I was so mad at Tommy and I tried to tell them that I wasn't and it was just a whole misunderstanding. Then all of a sudden Mischa's publicist comes out of nowhere demanding to know who the hell I was and reprimanding Mischa for not returning her calls. She was going on and on about how this PR disaster was going to be a bitch to clean up because Mischa should know better than to be hanging with Tommy and some 'unknown' fanboy. I took exception to being called a fanboy but before I knew it Mischa was leaving with that damned publicist and Olivia was leaving with some dood from One Tree Hill.

Man I need to lay off of the brandy.