I dreamed that I was walking home from work in New York City. I was going to West 82nd Street. The streets were not very crowded. There were several burlesque dancers on the sidewalk. I needed to get across the park as it was getting dark. I was waiting for the most efficient spot to call an Uber. The Metropolitan Museum of Art was on the wrong side of the street when I turned north on 5th Avenue, meaning the entire orientation of Manhattan was reversed.