Excuse me.
Hey buddy, what's up?
Are you sure you're in the right dream?
I don't see you on my list.
The girl represents long-lost childhood.
I'm a troubling mix of a father figure and raw masculine power.
And… what is this?
Brother…
Library…
Do you party?
No, I don't.
You party.
I party.
And now…
The Salsa Queen of Old Havana!
What is that scent?
Such raw, masculine power.
But at the same time… a deep sadness.
Like a lost little boy, far from home.
Dance with me.
Who is she?
I knew you'd return!
I smelled your musk.