Apple Crisp Jars And Late Night Serenades

So this woman is in an advertising meeting. She's just come up with a brilliant marketing strategy for one of her company's clients. She's decided to sell apple/cherry crisp pie in a jar with the crust lining the jar and the filling going inside of it. Everyone is celebrating this weird idea of hers. To me, it looked like one of those candles in a jar until she opened it. The entire staff starts dancing around eating the pies out of the jars with spoons. The jars look like adult baby food to me.

A man sweeps into the meeting which is strangely held at night with dim lights and a banquet of those little jars. He is in a white tuxedo, which he finds completely appropriate for an advertising meeting. People give him strange, but appreciative looks, because he is, afterall, quite handsome... and he knows it. He has gotten by on his looks and boyish charm. But this woman is not amused by his outfit nor his antics. She is quite content to ignore him. He doesn't know what to make of that, so he makes every attempt to engage her in conversation. He sings to her, flatters her, gives her puppy dog eyes. After awhile, she is unable to refuse his amorous advances and before you know it, they are dancing across the floor. He bends her backward in a dip and the two are about to kiss.

Then my husband comes in demanding that I get up and get ready for work before I am late. And I am left to wonder what the hell kind of a dream is that? I wasn't even in it! Who are these people?!