Does she like photography?

Dream from the other night that I didn’t record. I was in a super tall building that was a sky scraper, black and sleek looking. The boyfriend and I lived in the middle of it, yet somehow, portions of our level were open to the air. We are sitting in the living room (in a floor to ceiling covered portion) and we see a helicopter hovering out the window, with a camera pointed at us. I’m confused, I don’t understand why they are filming us. It hovers, then goes to the other side and films and comes back, and this whole time, it’s dangerously close to the walls. Boyfriend explains that this the crew that films racy movies, and this is how they signal that they are ready. I’m excited to be participating in a racy movie. We head to the other part of the level, that is open to the air. The helicopter has landed, and the pilots are out of the helicopter and ready to shoot. In this section, there is a huge hot tub that is on a pedestal made of the same sleek, black material as the outside of the skyscraper. I hop in, ready to have fun, but boyfriend hangs back. He doesn’t like that I’m doing the film.