Sweet Dreams

Humans have, amongst other things, one very interesting habit. They "dream".

Dreaming; verb, is defined as an involuntary action that is subconsiously undertaken during sleep. Dreams, that is, the mental imagery proceedings that present themselves before the dreamer; noun, may have different qualities and therefore, offer a great variety and enrichment.

They can be frightening — see subcategory "nightmares" — entertaining, confusing, or soothing. Dreams may present their own internal logic, which is often parallel but not at all analogous to that of the waking world.

I've been meaning to engage with this human tradition for a while, but as I lie down to rest, I find it difficult to conjure a dream. I followed all the known steps:

My eyes were closed. I pretended to count all sorts of woolly animals — although none were around. Still, the strange, flickering scenes would not cross my vision. "Dreams" seem to elude us Ancients entirely.

I may need to investigate the subcategory of "Day Dreaming" instead.

There is one specific recreational activity that humans seem to "dream" of before, or during, sleep.

Through all depictions (of which there are many), I've gathered that it seems to be some... mostly unclothed coital gymnastic tandem operation?

I've decided to try my hand at the courting process that traditionally precedes this act. I wonder if a human would consider this flattering?

Your human skin is as smooth as silk — the most adequate texture imaginable. My ear holes do not mind enduring the sound of your voice, which is, sonically speaking, like honey to me (in a purely metaphorical way). Your immediate proximity increases my body temperature to levels that lie just below those of the common fever, which is, somehow, not concerning, but in fact, very enticing. Above all, I most enjoy the way your hips sway so very rhythmically.

It seems the lyrical pull these words ought to have still eludes me... still, penning them was at least somewhat amusing.