There are great bursts of joy.

The intensity can bend the most-solid person out of shape.

It is down, dirty, fleshy, intimate and never-complete.

In states of passion, reality not only appears fragmented; it in fact is.

And so, form and order becomes lost in the cosmic encounter of creation.

So, when I am in my passion my dreams become indistinguishible from reality.

And my reality becomes indistinguishible from my dreams.

Sex in my dreams is not an individual matter or even a matter of couples. It is a matter of community.