i dreamt i was websearching and stumbled upon a real estate site that had bargain mansions in faraway places with all the immigration paperwork taken care of, they wanted basically caretakers that lived in the places that ultra-rich people kept for tax purposes but had to have proof of somebody actually living there. so i bought the "right" to live in one of 'em in the virgin islands. so i got that arranged and flew down there, and a taxi took me to the place, it was pristine white on manicured bluegrass lawns picture-perfect, and went inside and who did i find but jeffy epstein the devil incarnate! he looked old and grizzled, shorter than i thought he'd be by far. wore workman's clothing, rough shirt and well-worn jeans. he had several days' growth of gray beard on him. he was not a pleasant person, in fact he was downright sociopathic. he glared at me like i was an invader, swearing at me, "WTF are you doing here you [blankety blank] in MY MANSION??! !" i showed him the completed and notarized paperwork and he calmed down a bit, he looked me up and down and regarded me as an insect and muttered how low-class i was. he then wandered away. so i spent the rest of the day and night there, it was a huge place and i explored it, and the next afternoon jeffy came back in with his same attitude, sneered at me and asked me "just what DO you do all day, anyways?!" and i replied back at him, "that is a hostile question, isn't it? i've had enough of your bile." at that he swore some more at me and i yelled back at him to leave me alone. then i walked out the front door and sat on a bench regarding the ocean while jeffy fumed away. next thing i knew, i was in some kind of dormitory along with my late mother and jeffy, who was sleeping between my bunk and mom's bunk. i quietly walked over to mom and warned her about jeffy, who overheard and muttered some imprecations at me. then i was in some island native's house, a two-story affair, somewhat messy as they had a large family, upstairs the husband and wife were discussing something in a foreign language, i went into the living room and dining room, the carpets were dark pink and about 2" thick! clean but cluttered. at the table were place settings [informal], dark-haired tanned grandchildren on the other side seated, and dishes with native vegetables on them, i'd never seen them before, sea vegetables that looked like overgrown cauliflower and pale seaweedy things, i ate them and they tasted vaguely like ocean water and dirt. but the grandmother, white haired but with a remarkably young unlined face, explained to me she harvested the veggies herself and prepared them for me, and described what they were to me, one was called "pogfruit" but the names of the rest of them evaporated when i awoke from this dream.