I'm at my Uncle Dick's house near Seattle, but it isn't his real house. The house seems familiar from other dreams, which a very spacious guest wing, with a living room and several bedrooms and a nice bathroom. In fact, I go in there seeking a bathroom because the other ones in the house are occupied.

In the kitchen of the guest suite there are about 5 comedians, sitting at a table, discussing their comedy. I sit down and listen to them for a few minutes, as one of them shares which jokes really worked. All the jokes he mentions seem familiar, and I'm tempted to tell him they are old and recycled jokes, but I decide not to say anything. I don't think I realize this, but I am wearing a black ski mask and black winter hat, so nobody can recognize me. Not that they would anyway, I don't think any of them know me.

Then I go into the bathroom and look in the mirror, and then I realize that I'm wearing this disguise like I'm robbing a bank, and I take it off. I take off my shirt too, for some reason. The mirror is big enough for me to see most of my body, so I take the opportunity to practice some dance moves and see how they look in the mirror.