I have a cold and took some cough medicine, so I had a really warped dream last night. Usually, I don't remember them at all.
I was a NYPD detective who had to go undercover and infiltrate a cult of fashion models. They were suspected of blowing up a police station. I don't know why I was picked to go undercover, since I'm not exactly the supermodel type. I had the same last name that I usually do, but my new partner had my first name as his last name.
I had hurt my ankle in the rescue after the explosion, so I had to use roller blades to get around. I don't know how the investigation turned out.