the Commitments?

I was travelling in an orange VW bus with an Irish band I sang with (though I wan't Irish). We were pulled over by the police, who took us into the television station where we'd been slated to play a gig. A man and a woman with a frizzled bun told us we wouldn't be playing after all (due to some unclear violation on our part). As we, the band, were sitting and fuming in the well-appointed sitting room of the TV station, one of the other band members leaned over and gave me the loveliest long kiss. MMMM. I spent the rest of the dream trying to get kissed again.