I'm with Louie at some historical landmark mansion in what seems to be in our near NYC or some US east coast region. Louie is crashing here with no problem, apparently, as its abandoned despite its well kept appearance. He and I stash our things on a nice couch in one of the large parlor like rooms, and proceed to look for the door and staircase to a swimming pool, which is supposed to be underground within the building.
I wind up in a populated mall, and meet people who seem like a blend of my brothers' and cousin's friends. A hot girl casually puts her large butt on my hard crotch in a seductive manner while we stand in a crowded circle laughing and talking. I try to respond to her seduction with a touch, and she smacks my hand away, giving me a stern look that her friends join in on.
The dream shifts to over heard view of planet, land around what seems to be sunny Hawaii. I see a strange artistic, advertisement-like video recording of a shirtless, muscular caucasian man with very short dark brown hair, on a rock, in the daytime, right off the shore, waterbending waves, from a perspective of being right on the surface of the water, inside the water, facing the shore, 6-12 feet in front of his rock (the pictures I found for this are almost identical to the rock he as on, eerily enough, though from the perpsective of the shore, looking out towards the sea, instead). From my perspective, I could see that there were trees, and a mountain of sorts, behind him on the shore. The tide often ebbs enough to obscure my view of the rock he is standing on, as he slowly pumps his arms back, and forth. Dream shifts again, like a Google Earth camera, my perspective zooms out and up from the Earth and flies over to another Earth-like planet, zooming down over ocean at dusk, with the Golden Sun just gleaming over the horizon about to fully set, finding a populated tropical island like Hawaii in a sea of dark, violet toned water and a dark cloudy sky.
I see a strange, intense, possibly evil-seeming man on a large, wide yin yang ship I've seen before...he's standing on a platform in the center, and controls the ship with waterbending, gazing at the town on the island before him. I'm pretty sure the ship can fly, and is capable of interstellar travel, as well, by gyrating/rotating slowly. The mysterious man is clothed in a deep violet or indigo fairly sci fi yet simplistic suit with either violet or platinum hair- it shimmers and its hard for me to discern. The ship is made of two opposed golden ratio type curves opposite one another, connected by the circular flat platform on the greater part of either curve (I included a rough drawing). One wing is dark grey, the other is pale grey, and they both rest on the water. He's right off the coast of a touristic part of the island, gazing at it. Its dusk and a storm could be on its way, as the sky is dark with heavy thick clouds, although there is no rain - the sea is calm however, and the wind calm, yet low, in a way that tends to portend a storm.
I somehow come in the dream as a guy riding a hoverboard-like device with a softer kind of cooler attached to it. My legs were on either side of the cooler, trying to maintain balance on the hoverboard structure the cooler is attached to. Its floating on the surface of the sea. I clumsily use waterbending to try to make waves so that I can reach the shore. I begin right behind the ominous figure and his yin yang ship. I get a wave to clumsily shove me to my left, in an attempt to reach the shore. Then I get a few weak waves forward. Finally I over-compensate with a giant wave that launches me with great speed towards and then over the beach, into the air, and into a tree over the board walk, which is on a slightly higher elevation than the beach (about 6 feet), built over a very long sand dune; I grab a branch, swing forward, and manage to slow my trajectory enough to land safely, as I do in reality when falling from a greater height, legs bent up and open, knees in on my sides, feet flat, hand contacting the ground first, to help absorb recoil. He notices all of this, and calmly observes, but does nothing. The dream ends here.
I find this to be particularly interesting and profound, since consciously, I tend to identify as a Firey/Airy person overall, though with a Watery sensitivity; yet in my dreams, throughout my entire life, there is always a solid theme of Water, and estuaries, etc, even if flight is involved....