I never hang around airport bars so why I dreamed myself into one is anyone’s guess. I was in a small group gathered around the end of one of those horseshoe-shaped counters that stick out into a too brightly lit concourse, this one with an open-sky glass ceiling that was actually a continuous arch with the high walls looking out onto the tarmac. Everything was too white. I don’t know how that exact group had collected or what else we were talking about to pass the time, but a man with a Russian style of speech was more or less across from me and when I mentioned “during the Boston flu epidemic” (there has never been any such thing, as far as I know), he appeared a little baffled. “What is ‘Boston flu’?” “You remember — there was a nasty flu that got going in Boston, everyone there was sick, but of course people travel so it got around the country and it was pretty bad for a while?” “Oh! yes!” he exclaimed, putting the picture together. “I spent the whole time at home, jerking off.”
I don’t make this stuff up. Consciously.
Sixteen Tons 
I literally did a spit take. My computer keyboard thanks you.
As bodily fluids go, it could have been worse.
Indeed. Luckily I took this post as an entertainment, rather than as an inspiration.
Now I’m thinking about “True Porn Clerk Stories” (q.v.).
Even your dream people are more interesting than a lot of real ones!
And I know someone who used to clerk in a porn shop. I used to waitress in a topless dancer bar, but not much to tell there. Other than no, I did not get topless.
I have had clients who danced in topless bars. It’s hard work and you end up needing a massage.
In another dream that I am still trying to parse, a woman who was frenetically jealous arrived, carrying a violin, at an entrance to the attic of my home, which was set into such a steep hill that she had to come down a short flight of concrete steps in order to get to said entrance, dithering about some boyfriend who must be inside cheating on her. I don’t know what to say to these people.
Do you stand there and ask them what the hell they want from you? My dream self seems to always suddenly know the entire plot and comes up with the right thing to say.