I am standing by a lake or river. An African tour guide is trying to convince me to join a safari tour that would last three days. It would include horseback riding, kayaking, and elephant riding. I am asking him about details and he is really intent on making me go along.
I am swimming. I see a kayak and another kayak made of plastic. I choose the plastic kayak and when I sit on it the middle part of it submerges in the water. I don't care and paddle my way toward the beach where I see my friends. I walk up to them and feel uncomfortable since I am wearing a bikini. I talk to S. We sit in a bush like environment with visibility towards the water. Some people are jumping off the jetty into the water.

I walk onto a tennis court and see Michael Douglas/Robert de Niro throwing old tennis balls against a wall. Or maybe it is a woman. The tennis balls are faded yellow and dirty, as if they have been lying in dirt for years. There is a photo of Michelle Pfeiffer and someone rips it in three pieces and gives it to us (?) - and says, 'Here, look at it now!' I see that what used to be Michelle's body ripped in three pieces now has new faces and added body parts. They are the faces of myself and my sisters. I look at each of the pieces in disbelief and the person ripping the photo tells me ' Well if you don't believe it then how do you explain the backside of it?' I look at the backside of the photo pieces and see something written on it that finally make it seem utterly magical to me. How can this be?

We are looking at a page with graphics that includes information about a writer who has written at least seven or more books. The titles of the books/papers are written on the page. It looks very modern and some of the titles are written in an angle toward the other titles. The background colors are in red and black and gray.
It looks like an LA Weekly article.

We are looking at a skit show that A thinks uses the same material that was used in an earlier movie.

I am underwater. Through a hole I descend deeper into the water while holding my breath. I am a man. I am holding a glass jar with a lid and inside the jar I see small, almost microscopic, shrimps. I let them out when I enter a part of the water that is lit up by a beam of light. I see big man of wars floating and undulating nearby. They have a light blue shimmer about them. I return to the surface to catch my breath but soon lower myself back into the deep. It is easier to descend this time. I can see very well underwater and again I see these light beams that divide the darker parts of the water like long three-dimensional strips that stretch far into the distance. Sometimes I cross the light beams but I never turn around to see where the light comes from. I am close to the bottom of the water and it is flat. In the distance I see the end, a wall. Near the wall is a row of large beds. The beds are covered with large sheets that have the colors of the sea; white, light green and gray-blue hues. The beds are about ten yards apart from each other. I look at the sheets that are piled up as if someone was sleeping beneath them or as if someone just got up. I approach one of the beds. I am a little afraid of what I might find. A woman I hope, because I am a man. I lie down on the bed and it is comfortable. I am now a woman. Someone invisible approaches the bed and embraces me.