Dream New York and the Egg Cream

Article in New York Times about the histories of the egg cream.  

I haven't had one in years.  It was hard enough finding a decent bagel.  Bloody sweet rolls.

And I had another of those odd dreams in a New York City that doesn't exist in real space, with an old elevated sidewalk that connected the meatpacking district with the Brooklyn Bridge and peculiar buildings on the Hudson just north of the World Financial Center.  This is in the same universe as the Bronx of the mind.  Somehow I usually know where I am geographically in dreams, even though that specific dreamscape doesn't exist--the warehouses I sometimes see are New York, not Montréal, even though there are similar warehouses in Montréal.  

What my subconscious was trying to tell me by having me have a conversation with Mia Farrow outside a movie theatre is still a complete mystery.