Subverse Aphrodesia

After two dizzy nights of intensely gutteral dreams, I've begun to wonder whether going to bed cold stone sober is really worth it. OK, so maybe I have been suffering from a serious deficency of real-time intimacy, but I'm perfectly happy to ignore it with my eyes wide open. The REM-instensified world that my neglected wishing self has insisted on isn't fading with the dawn. It's following me through the day. Invading the daydreams that I used to have comfortably under control. Catching me off-guard, leaving me haunted and breathless at vulnerable moments. My dreaming mind cannot be allowed to overpower my conscious mind. Demons of desire be gone.