double happiness

In a dream, I was trying to prove that I was in fact a MoMA employee in order to get into a museum in Omaha, NE. To do so, I had borrowed a girl’s cell phone, which had internet access and VGA output, using some sort of proprietary, webTV-like interface.
I was trying to perform a specific site search for my name, to prove my afilliation with that domain name. The vast majority of the dream was spent testing out different permutations of the Google search “site:” modifier. Eventually I landed on “site-search:” as the correct expression.
Borna was sitting there the whole time, amused by my technological frustration. His only gesture of support occured when there was some sort of mirroring issue with the VGA display.