Timothy Paradox

I was in an office room, in the future. The environment looked very bright and sterile with a lot of curves in the architecture; I loved it. A man in a suit was flirting with a woman who also worked there, possibly his secretary. At one time, they got awkwardly close and almost kissed, but she broke it off just in time. The man walked to his desk and tried to blackmail the woman into something, probably using the kissing incident against her. I opened one of the drawers in his desk, and found blueprints for buildings and cars. I assume the company must have been a designing firm. One of the blueprints caught my eye: a formula-one car of that year (or the next). "Oh, cool! The 2020 F1 car?" I said enthousiastically. "What year is it anyway"? I didn't know for sure, though I was sure it was the twenties. He started "explaining" in a very cryptic way, but never just telling me. "This is so typical of dreams, they never give you a straight answer!" I said in response. Aaaand then I woke up.