A very vivid dream. I was in Playa del Carmen at Karim's house. The place looked a lot like the house of the Venezolanos. I encountered a lot of people there. Karim had bought a sound system and a professional video camera which seemed very professional. They were Sony and it all seemed pretentious to me, but I was sincerely exited about his purchases. I was very happy that he was doing great financially.
Then I went into the kitchen and found many people doing disasters all over the house. A guy with Steve Buschemi's face was following me around with a pervert face, and I gracefully evaded him, I didn't want to be rude at a friend's house. I came back to the living room and there was an orchestra preparing to play. I marveled at Karim's opulence. Buschemi sat next to me and asked me if I liked art. I responded affirmatively.
"Then you're gay" he responded. I denied it. He showed me all painters who were gay, but I didn't bulge: "I assure you I'm not gay". Buschemi asked to band to stop playing and asked an older woman for "a girl". The living room became a roundabout, and they put a younger woman inside a car covered in grass, so that it looked "hairy" green. They left the car in the middle of the stage (it was a fake roundabout). She was just like Jenny. She said "You are gay because nobody has had the same problems you have when we've been together". I responded that I had enjoyed the moments together despite my problems. Her face lacked emotion, it looked like a mask.
In this moment I realized I was dreaming, and I told her "you are a product of my own creation, a character in my dream, allow me to ask you something". She consented.
I asked "how do you feel when I can't perform in bed?" and she responded with an answer I already knew: anxiety, frustration. I thanked her and hugged her, but her hug was that of an object, a fake character, a decoy. Her response had been hollow. I went out of Karim's house and as I knew it was a dream I allowed myself to act with a lot of self-confidence. I walked with my head held high, I said "good morning gentlemen" to a group of older people who looked at me with curiosity. I said hello to an older woman. Then I entered a tortillería and said "Good morning, how is everything going?", the asked "what?", I repeated "How is everything going?", they looked at each other and said "that's not in the manual". For a moment I worried I wasn't dreaming, people were acting very real and looked very real. Then I realized I hadn't done anything wrong, if people are so stiff this shouldn't hamper who I am, and I woke up with this conclusion.