Dream Remembered

I remembered a dream from last night which is not very common for me.
My memory starts off as I'm entering a coffee shop and deli in a
neighborhood in what appears to be an older section of an east-side
Salt Lake neighborhood (seems like about 13th east and 9th south).
From the disdain, and grouchiness I receive from the staff working
there, along with my ability to wander through the place with impunity
I gather that I work here. All my co-workers are blurry-faced hipsters
with long hair and clothing in college-kid skater-type style. At some
point soon after I notice I'm dressed only in my underwear, (small
striped jockeys for maximum exposure, of course) nobody seems to
notice but it provides an undercurrent of anxiety for me. I interact
with the staff and customers of the shop without doing much work. I
must be one of the managers because the only "work" do is take an
application from a young girl and set-up an interview time of "come
back tomorrow"; she had an older lady with her, maybe her mom. I take
a break after that and ride my lost skateboard on shady tree-lined
streets with dark ancient pavement until my alarm goes off. I hope I
have that one again soon.