It all started in a place similar to the previous dream from this night. I was in a room with a lot of people, sitting in front of a table. This time, though, the place was some kind of museum. I was there with a bunch of friends and family members. We were currently making some kind of museum "walkabout". We'd visit several places like that that existed nearby each other. None of them were actually huge museums, but rather small tourist traps. Everyone was gathered in, talking, when I stand up and leave temporarily through the back door. I knew  I'd get back, I just had to go for a walk. I take a left and go to a back yard. It seems that either it had rained here recently, or someone had cleaned the place with a hose. There were several puddles all over, and a lower area was flooded. The backyard was mostly dirt (now more like mud), a part with cement (the flooded, lower area), both of which were surrounded by walls. On the dirt part it was an old, tall wooden wall, but the cement part had a more modern wall. Both separated the backyard from a hill on the back of the house.

I walk back in through the front door and I notice that my father's relatives seem to be arguing over something. I notice it's R. (Mostly known as B.), angry with S. for something she did. It seems she didn't come with her kids or something like that (it seemed to make more sense at the time). I'm not in the mood to hear them arguing, so I walk to the back again. On the way out I notice that S. is actually really there, which makes me wonder why there was an argument in the first place. On the back I meet this girl who was of indian descendancy (as in the Indians from Brazil, not from India). She's a little weird, somewhat ugly, but we're talking a lot and she's a nice person. She reminds me of a girl from school, B.'s (not his real name) sister. Like B's sister, she often looked to be in a bad mood, even if she wasn't. Still, she wasn't as ugly as she was.

I started to notice she was hitting on me. Things slowly started to make less sense. I wasn't really interested in her, but things changed seconds later. I walked into the flooded area and sat with my back to the wall. The water covered me up to my chest, and I didn't really care about my clothes getting wet. The girl walked by the wooden fence. There was a fallen piece of carved wood. Apparently it was previously filled with dirt, and with the water it was now a huge tub filled with mud. She stared at me, then threw herself (or rather, slided) into it. She came back out with no clothes on. Her body was naked and covered with mud, so it was hard to see her. On her back was a bow and a quiver filled with arrows. She walks right up to me. I'm suddenly aroused, at the same time I'm really weirded out about her: her body keeps changing. Her face is ugly, then beautiful, then ugly again. Her chest also seems to change a lot, with her breasts changing size, shape and sometimes even looking like a man's.

She dives into the water, somehow without hitting the ground below - it appeared to be quite deep where she dived, even if it didn't make sense. She emerges completely free of mud, and possibly the most beautiful she had ever been so far, but still with the sleepy/bad-mood look on her face. She slides on the water, rubbing her body against mine, with her face really close. I wake up.