Tropical island
I'm on a tropical island; very lush and comfortably humid.
There are rounded huts made of a dark wood and stone.
I'm leaving soon.
I slide down a waterfall and into a pile of warm mud
next to a statue of great importance.
I'm comfortable and content.
Opium den
I'm in a sex/drug club
on the second floor, which looks down onto the first floor.
People in various states of undress loll about on pillows
smoking opium and fondling each other (and themselves) in a semi-bored, dazed state.
Small Mexican and Scottish boys wander about with towels.
A group of police in riot gear burst in.
This makes me nervous, and I'm not having a very good time anyway, so I leave.
A group of boys from the club (and Knox) run past, so I follow them.
They run into someone's yard and over a cement driveway
that leads downhill towards a lake.
We pass by a deep cement hole, and I'm worried that someone might fall in.
I look over the edge and see a few toys scattered at the bottom.
I continue along the cement driveway which becomes a dock.
I look for the boys, but can only see one.
The dream becomes animated; the boy is now a blue cartoon cat.
He leaves his clothes in a pile on the ground and jumps into the lake.
I'm afraid he'll drown, but he swims quite well.