Recurring dream

I am at friends place in Cairo. He is preparing a huge feast. I am somewhat confused because we keep switching between English and French. Eventually I end up on the balcony and become lucid when I realize that I am far too comfortable speaking French. (After living in Germany for 7 years, I no longer am) I decide to jump off the balcony (3th or 4th floor I think) to change the scene. (I do not know why I have been doing this lately. It is not a very good means of changing scenes) I end up on the beach, which is a recurring dream scene. It is always dawn whenever I get here. The sky is a nice warm orange. Walking bare feet over the sand is very pleasant. I pick up some sand and play with it as I walk towards an area of interest. Usually the beach is empty, but occasionally I find something interesting. This time there is a rectangular black frame. Once I get closer I can see that the frame is not empty. It refracts light in an odd way, and taints everything purple. Almost as if there was a very thin layer of a purple liquid. I poke it with my right index finger. It buzzes me and ripples begin forming on the surface. The feeling is rather pleasant. It tingles a little. I drag my finger across it, creating complex patterns with the ripples. At least a minute goes by until I realize that I am not being very productive. I step through the frame, which I assume is a portal to another place. I end up on another beach. It is similar to 'my beach', except that there are quite a few people here. There is also a few tents, and music! I try to engage more of my senses and make the music louder. I feel a familiar presence and move towards it. Close to the water I find some people dancing, a few others relaxing, having drinks that glow in the dark... and <PERSON>. Sitting in a fucking Sofa, whereas everyone else is sitting in the sand. He is telling some grand story of his, and everyone seems quite captivated by it. Every single time... This bird really does know how to tell a story. Always surrounded by women, always a drink within reach. Dude knows how to have a good time. He senses me as I approach closer. "<PERSON>!" "<PERSON>." "Hyu mate, how have you been?" I do not really have any time to answer before he starts bombarding me with more questions. "How is <PERSON>? And the other one? The cute one with horns and the tail?" "<PERSON>..." "The one with the big boobs." "Really Crow? She is called <PERSON>." "She is rather well endowed though." *Sigh* "How did you get here anyways?" "This place are not exactly on the grid." "Walked through a purple portal on a beach created by my subconscious mind." "..." "You dreamers, you are all a bit messed up in the head." "Subconscious here, <PERSON> there. Something something awareness and lucidity. I do not understand any of it." "That is okay <PERSON>. Neither do we." We both laugh. Some naked lady with an absolutely amazing body painting brings drinks. They all glow in different colors. I take the blue/orange one. "Cheers mate." It is a rather strong alcoholic beverage. It is quite fruity, a little sweet. Judging by the amount of empty glasses, Crow has consumed an amount of alcohol that would easily be lethal to any human being. But he is <PERSON>. I am not even sure if he can get drunk. Crow resumes telling his story. It is about space ships and smuggling... I am not really paying attention though. I look at the people dancing. They all have these really cool glowing body paintings. It is quite fascinating. Later I talked with <PERSON> some more, but I cannot remember what the conversation was about.