First good dream in a long time

I had just arrived back in New York. I was in downtown Manhattan. Seth was my brother. Our father called and asked me to go to 180th street to run an errand. I started walking uptown by myself and passed a mortuary. I went in and it turned out to be a combination mortuary and paleontology lab, the mortuary took care of the flesh and then scientists studied the bones. I started talking to the people that were downstairs grinding down and polishing vertebral bones. I was offered a job as a bone polisher. The catch was that it was from 5 to 8 every morning- did I mind? I got excited thinking, wow this is perfect, I can make money polishing bones in the morning and then can have the rest of the day to do my own work. I showed up on my first day and was suddenly confused, it didn't seem like I would be polishing bones after all, there were tables and a band, and it seemed like people wanted me to wait tables. I asked the supervisor for clarification, and she said, "oh no, for your job you're going to be playing in the mortuary band, we hope you don't mind." And then there I was playing clave in the funeral celebration with this awesome "well respected Dominican Republic style" band. I was really happy.