Brilliant. In my dreams I'm now doing business with two creepy old men who look like they could be wax statues. They paid me to make it difficult to get internet access in the New York City area. I'm not sure how I'm going to pull that off nor am I sure why they're paying me to do it, but I'm sure it'll be interesting.
Oh, but before that I got to see my mother remarry. Her new husband was my reason to move from New York to London. Pervy bastard. Can't I just have a dreamless sleep once in a while?