Dream Journal
I was at a large nightclub with Melissa and a group of girls. I saw my cousin Misti walking up a flight of stairs. She was wearing a skirt too short and I could easily see her underwear. Misti’s mom, Cris, came up to me with a cocktail in her hand. She told me that there was too much porn at the club.
Some people I hung out with in high school were standing by a long row of touch screen monitors. I joined them and saw that they were playing a geography game on the monitor where you draw and identify a country of the world on a virtual globe.
Marton Csokas (the villain in Triple X) took a turn at drawing, but did more than his turn by drawing in numerous European countries as well as the Sahara Desert.
I turn around and look behind me. All of a sudden I am in a pent house type suite and am looking out large picture windows at the Sahara Desert. The house is Marton Csokas’ home and is beautiful. The floors are marble and the area is very spacious and set up as one large room; it is only one floor tall.
Our group is swimming in the indoor pool. I am sitting on one edge of the pool naked and holding some sort of bar or long pipe over my stomach. Marton Csokas scoots up next to me and I am overwhelmingly aware of my white breasts and un-perky nipples.
Now evening, I hop out of the pool and take a walk past the outside pool while Marton Csokas follows me. In the distance, a tower stands on a small hill. At the top of the tower is a beacon light. The light stops blinking and a man steps from behind the tower. It is too far away to make out his identity. Fog rolls in, causing the tower and the man to disappear. The beacon light begins blinking again.
Back inside, I run and jump into the inside pool. I realize the other people in the pool are the servants, not my friends. I decide to ask them about Marton Csokas. They gush wonderful things about him and emphasize how good of a dancer he is. The lights in the main room come up and large group of people are swing dancing. Marton Csokas is dancing with someone and I am slightly jealous.
Themes: Melissa