I buy the grapes and leave the store, eating the grapes out of a white paper bag. I shortly find myself on a cruise ship circling New York. There are different levels and rooms on the ship, with loud, hedonistic parties going on all over the place. As I walk by one room, a guy grabs me by the shoulder and pushes me in, saying, "They need more women in this room." Inside, several women are standing around -- most wearing regular clothes, some in fluffy bath towels. There's also a man in a lab coat, who's holding a clipboard with a form on it. "Here," he says. "You have to sign this consent form. And indicate how much of our footage of you we can use in the documentary." But with grapes in my other hand, I can't sign the form, and since I'm not really sure what's going on, I don't think I should. I'm slightly intrigued, but it all seems clinical and vaguely sinister. As I'm wondering how to get out, my cat jumps on my shoulder, and I wake up.