Chad Smith was with them also. They went to an Italian restaurant in my neighborhood, one that isn't even all that good. Wish they would have at least taken them to Spumoni Gardens, the greatest Italian place in Bklyn. Not sure how this even came about because my parents don't know either of them. I can't tell you how upset I was that I didn't go. They invited me too. About an hour after they came back home Flea rang my parent's bell (I was there) to talk to them about something. He looked healthier in real life than in vids and pics, except for his teeth. He was also with his thirteen year old son who was a fan of my band, and who was also a dead ringer for one of my best friend's kids. In fact, I think it was my best friends kid. What a weird dream. Do you ever have Flea dreams? I think I'm scared. I don't want to dream about Flea.