I’m in a bed in a large room, accompanied by two women. One of them is Alicia, who’s lying on my left, her feet level with my head. On my right, the same way around as me, is X (whom I met many years ago, and who these days is an old woman, though in the dream she looked young). Fresh, joyous sexual desire flows between the three of us, although Alicia remains slightly apart. She doesn’t disapprove; instead she’s smiling, hoping her moment will come. The room, however, is very much open to onlookers, with a large window on the right and large glass doors on the left, and at one point Ignacio appears, stops outside the door, and tries to come in. I send him away and shut the door, and I also start closing the blinds and lowering the curtains to protect us from any observers, whether from the left side or the right. I go back to my place in the bed and X uncovers her breasts to be stroked. And now there’s a sudden change of scene: we’re on a beach and Alicia is shouting the name of a celebrity (someone who was popular some years ago but must be completely forgotten by now, a pop musician or a singer). I look up and see a man in sunglasses coming over to say hello. X and I are rather put out at this interruption, whereas Alicia seems to think it’s extremely important to have him there, if only to temporarily halt our games. Eventually X turns around; she has her back to me now and is looking forlorn, so I stop worrying about what’s going on around us and focus on fondling her breasts, pressing my body against hers. There the scene fades out, but more as if I’m sinking into a deeper slumber than waking up.