After a week of barely remembering what happened, I think I have determined that this was all a dream:
I was rollerblading in a busy downtown bustling with cars and buildings... There was one guy skating behind me holding a pepperoni stick trying to skate faster and jab it into my back(1). I stopped rollerblading near the front door of a large skyscraper that was roped off with a huge crowd around its base. I waved and decided to comicly skate in through the automatic doors (which doesn't go well and I get hit by many of the revolving, automatic doors)... the crowd goes wild with enthusiam.
Inside, I realize I'm in a church and my sister is just starting a comedic video I made(2). I sit down next to a 6-year old kid and watch me on screen swearing a la Larry David(3). Sitting there I wonder what I'll say next since I need to deliver a motivational speech when the video ends.
Notes:
(1) No Freudian interpretation necessary, Sherman! I just watched Spellbound, a grand hitchcock thriller about psychoanalysts.
(2) Tomorrow I perform improv for a church youth group.
(3) Recently fell in love with Curb Your Enthusiasm... this month, I've seen half the eposides ever made.