I'm somewhere related to publicity. I meet my boss (R) and she tells me about some rooms with expositions related to publicity. I open a door and head in, and the place is empty. I walk through what seems to be a parking lot. At first I don't understand it, but then I realize this was the publicity - it was a room themed as an ad. The parking lot had a lot of open spaces, but on the corner a Mini Cooper was parked on the tiniest space. Next to it, on the wall, were some writing about it. I explored two other rooms, which I have no recall of.

When I'm heading to the fourth one, before I enter it, I notice on the door a sign that it is unadvised for elders and pregnant women. I look down and ponder that while I was a pregnant guy (WHAT?), since it wasn't far into the pregnancy, it was ok, so I head in. I find myself in a bank agency. A man in an uniform, clearly someone who worked there, approaches me. I suddenly realize what this ad-room was all about - that guy would give me a bad banking service, and it'd be used in comparison to the client's good service. I realized that maybe it was shocking, that's why it was unadvised against pregnant women and elders. I started to thinking about the pregnancy when the guy approached me and I forgot it.

He led me to an ATM and started some confusing talk about accounts and whatnot, and then suddenly left me there alone to fix whatever was wrong. So that's what the bad service was all about... I wondered why it was unadvised, which in turn led me to a more logical thought. "Wait a minute... I'm a guy, I can't be pregnant!" Yet before I became lucid, I woke up.