I have just had sex with Joseph Gordon Levitt and we are talking afterwards but I am not feeling much intimacy or connection.  He seems to be pulling away and I feel a more motherly affection than I do a deep passion, like I want to make him feel better, happier, while also taking him into a more deeply emotional/spiritual state of being.  He is behind me as we look out a window as I describe to him something that seems to be drawing him closer, luring him into an intimacy he is trying to avoid.  (I am wearing a man's shirt loosely draped on my body, a creamy or blueish white.  It reveals my tattoos when I bend forward to point out something through the window.  He says nothing about it.)

I see a very young Angelina Jolie lookalike modeling a dress that is perfectly hideous, unflattering in style and color.  She is the protégé of a designer who claims she is his muse and will be his great breakout star, the reason for their mutual success as she brings attention to his talent.  I go to her, try to draw her away from his admittedly powerful charisma.  I give her some clothes from my own closet to try on, layers of feminine, lacey things, that drape and complement her figure beautifully, in soft muted tones.  She lights up, enchanted with how lovely she looks in clothes that are truly better suited for her.  The man is jealous, angry about my interference but his interference is dismissed by her and she embraces an opportunity to be with me.  I take her somewhere . . . when we get there, she makes a very aggressive move towards seducing me, her tongue sliding along my neck  before gravitating to my ear, cheek, and lips.