Whatever it was that tipped me off, I was pretty sure I was dreaming. I'm smart like that.

Then the bass started up, and the guitar joined in, and the drums, and the tambourine, and I don't know what else. I turned to face the stage. I realized I was moving my shoulders and hips and snapping my fingers to the beat. The music was too cheerful. I couldn't have kept still if I'd wanted to. And why would I want to?

The smoke parted and Xander was on the stage, like I knew he would be. He had a microphone in his hand

"Your love," he sang, "liftin' me higher, than I've ever been lifted before." He winked at me, and I laughed and started moving towards the stage.

The smoke cleared even more, and I could see Giles on the guitar and Buffy on the drums. I gasped in delight and started to run.

"So keep it up," Xander went on, "quench my desire, and I'll be at your side, forevermore."

And then the smoke was completely gone, and I could see the entire stage, just as the chorus started. Dawn, Jessie and Anne stood behind microphone stands and moved in unison as they sang backup along with Buffy and Giles. They all sang much better in my dream than they ever did in real life. Thank God.

I made it onto the stage in time for the beginning of the next verse. I moved to hug Xander, but he danced away, his eyes full of laughter.

"Now once," he sang to me, "I was downhearted."

Off to the side, I heard horns. I looked over and Anne was wailing on a trombone, Jessie had a trumpet, and Dawn was on the sax. Where they got the fedoras and sunglasses, I have no idea. I turned back to Xander.

"Disappointment," he told me, "was my closest friend. But then you came and he soon departed, and you know he never showed his face again."

They all moved into the chorus again. I walked over to where Giles was dancing and pulled him into a fierce hug, trapping his guitar between us.

"I love you," I whispered, under the music and singing.

"I love you, too, Willow," Giles told me, and kissed me on my forehead. I let go of him and moved up to stand behind Buffy as the chorus ended and the horns really began to wail.

I grabbed Buffy from behind and rested my chin on her shoulder. "Love you," I said.

"Love you," she replied, leaning her head against me so we were cheek to cheek. "Be happy, Will."

"I am," I promised. I let go of Buffy and walked over to Xander, just as he let out a Little Richard "Oooh!" and started singing again.

"I'm so glad I finally found you," he told me, as he put his arms around me. "Yes, that one in a million girl. And now with my loving arms around you, honey, I can stand up and face the world!"

I belted out the chorus with them this time, and I was as happy as I've ever been in my life.

And then Xander ended the chorus with "Awww right, now sock it to me!"

Richard Nixon came out of nowhere and thrust a cream pie into Xander's face. Then he hit me with another one, and disappeared, laughing like a hyena.

I cleaned my eyes off with my hand and looked around. We weren't in the Bronze anymore. We were on some weird psychedelic stage, and all hell was breaking loose.

Anne was dancing with a little guy dressed up as a German soldier. Jessie was chatting with a smiling woman who was dressed in a ridiculously bright outfit, complete with a hot pink feather boa. Dawn was discussing poetry with a short, sad-looking man. He was offering to let her hold his daisy. Giles was standing off to the side, laughing as he talked to a black man dressed as a judge. Buffy was getting dancing tips from a skinny blonde in a bikini, who had weird sayings painted all over her body.

Someone tugged on my arm, and I looked down to see a little old man in a heavy coat. "Hello, little girl," he said. "Would you like a walnetto?"

Before I could reply, a frumpy woman walked up and bashed him over the head with her purse. He ran away, and she chased him, swinging her purse like she meant business.

I looked around in confusion, and ended up staring at a woman dressed as a little girl. She was sitting in a giant rocking chair. She smiled at me.

Xander's breath warmed my ear as he brought his mouth close. "I love you," he whispered.

"And that's the truth," the woman in the rocking chair said. "Pbbbbbtttt!!!"

When I opened my eyes I was in bed. I was pretty sure I wasn't dreaming. Just to make sure, I reached over and pinched Xander.

"Oww!" he yelled. "I'm trying to watch TV here, Will."

I looked down past the foot of the bed at the TV. I was still half-asleep, so I couldn't make any sense of what I was seeing. I had a hunch it wouldn't have made much sense even if I was awake.

"What the heck are you watching?" I asked fuzzily.

"Laugh-In," he told me. "I used to watch it with Buffy sometimes." He clicked the TV off with the remote, then turned to look down at me. "Did I wake you up?"

"No," I assured him. "It wasn't you. I was just having a really weird dream."

"Good weird, or bad weird?"

"Good weird," I answered. I could feel my eyelids getting heavy again. "Very good weird."

"Must've been the pepperoni pizza we had for dinner tonight," Xander said.

"Mmm," I agreed sleepily. "Hey, Xander?"

"Yes?"

"Tomorrow night, let's get double pepperoni," I said, and then I fell back asleep.