I woke and remembered : I am working for a modeling company. There are men, women and children models. The company is celebrating fact that it avoided a hostile takeover instead winning independent spirit award.
I am tapdancing in Boston’s Beacon Hill area. The roads and buildings made of brick. The tapdancing attracts some mates. One asks me to dance with him after the work celebration is over.
The man is handsome. Later he offers me a job being a Spectre Assistant.