Prison and Miss Piggy

I dreamed that Jimmy and I had been drinking a bit and paid to drive down the absolute best road for speeders to drive on, with lots of winds and twists. We were driving really fast around turns and going off the road and drifting. We drifted around a pretty sharp turn, going into a muddy area where people had gone plenty before, knocking me out of the seat and onto the floor because I wasn't wearing my seat belt. Shortly after that we heard sirens and saw blue lights. Jimmy pulled over, and I started freaking out and buckled my seat belt, saying I would pay his ticket because I thought they were pulling us over because I didn't have my belt on, and he said okay. At first it looked like they were going to pass us, but they turned around and came back. They approached the driver's window (which actually doesn't work on his car) and said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" before busting out sombreros and playing mariachi music. We stared in shock, and seeing our shock, the cops asked "isn't it your birthday?" Hoping to get out of a ticket, Jimmy agreed and went with it and they pulled him from the car and made him do the can can with them. Somehow they found out it wasn't really his birthday and we didn't even live on that road, and we ended up going to the police station. Apparently we had a daughter or a niece that was there with us as well. The cops took Jimmy into a room and talked to him while the little girl and I waited outside for the final verdict on whether or not he would go to prison. The girl tried to make me feel better, but I was super worried and scared. Finally he came out, and I started asking a ton of questions and demanding answers like a news person. He told me he was required to attend a class to determine for sure whether he was going to jail or not. I dramatically dropped to the ground on my knees as he and the girl left the building and started sobbing, but every time I tried to inhale I snorted, making me feel like I sounded like Miss Piggy, which I said aloud. There was a woman who looked a lot like Miss Piggy on TV, and she asked what was wrong with sounding or looking like her. I told her there was absolutely nothing wrong with it and that she was a very pretty lady. While she was basking in my thanks, I took my leave. As I exited the police station, I found myself wondering why and how the TV was talking to me, but I dismissed it as they use it as a way to communicate between rooms, so why not use it to communicate with people on TV?