I was running out of a building and discovered that it was the Freedom Tower being built at Ground Zero in New York City. Of course it was completed but it was all for naught. As soon as I looked up, I saw enormous boulders the size of houses crashing down to the street. There were several near misses but I made it back inside the building where I discovered a bomb went off inside. So I ran through the lobby hoping the other side was still relatively safe. When I hit the opposite doors, they were locked but before I could curse myself for being fucked a doorman in one of those long, red coats with epaulets unlocked them letting the torrent of people through to safety.

Home again in a tenement that's full of people dressed up for a fancy black-tie party. Turns out that my escort for the evening was a goth midget. She was wearing big sixties sunglasses, a black evening gown and thick black socks. What I recall is that she was giving me the nickel tour and introducing me to the other guests.

I don't remember much else from the dream.