I’m  fourty year old man/good looking and fit and I’m with  large group of people outside by  community pool. Without giving it  second’s thought I jump into the pool fully dressed. I start talking to people on the edges of the pool when rachel conrad/or someone like her comes up to me and asks me to stop doing that becuase the pool is supposed to be a place where you meet new people by realy appreciateing the space and using it. She says “I love with the pool co-ordinator (which I assumed was Emma French) and she’s put a lot of time and effort into trying to make everyone comfortable by getting them to branch out from the people they already know”. I thought this was a little ridiculous, but I started swimming anywaze. All of a sudden I come up for air after having been swimming for a while and everyone’s looking at me from outside the pool in a kind of adoring way. I look around and realize that i’m the only one left in the pool. “Oh c’mon guys, I’m really the only one left here?” And I want to get out but they cajole me to stay and let them take photographs of me because for some reason my being a forty year old man seems to be somewhat of a novelty seeing as how everyone else are young female bodied people. I pose cutely for the people taking pictures, at one point I even fall from the edge of the pool with my arm flexed facing the crowd. I get kind of bored of this and swim underwater (i’m an incredibly strong swimmer). At the bottom of the pool, in a shaded area, I find a little girl just standing there. Now that I’m awake she kind of reminds me of the cute little child me and Robbie saw in the mall yesterday. I think I remember her trying to say something, but I was really confused because I thought she was speaking Spanish “even though” she looked like she was Indian. Bubbles sprayed out of her mouth but she didn’t look concerned at all. I whisked her to the surface and everyone appreciated my act of saving her. The little girl went to talk to her even younger sister and again I was confused because i couldn’t really discern what they were saying but it sounded like Spanish. They were saying something about their parents. Then suddenly I/the main character in the dream turned into my dad and he was going on and on about how he’d had enough with the U.S. and was finally moving to Europe. He was off to go ask Carmo and Fernandes if he could live with them.