I remember one dream.

I barely remember that one. I was part of a group infiltrating another group. When we arrived there a man of my group (Russell Crowe) had forgotten something so we all made up a story for me to stay and them to go back to come back later. I made up that I was very shy just when two people (woman & man) had started to make me visit the place. Slowly but surely they made me less shy by going on a horse ride and doing something else that had to do with slowly taking off our clothes but without being completely naked. Then I remember at night making up a story for getting out of my room to go see Russell. He was shocked to see me when he opened the door but he let me in. I remember my excuse was a bottle of alcohol in a paper brown bag.