THE COMEDIAN AND HIS MUSE (continued in an Olympian bedroom)<br/><br/>I stifle the brief notion to pinch myself, to be sure this is all real, because if it's a dream then I don't want to wake up.<br/><br/>Also, Thalia gives my 'anaconda' a squeeze through my trousers and if I were dreaming, then I'm sure that would wake me right up. Speaking of 'right up', my crotch snake is rearing up like a cobra out of a basket, or at least straining against the fabric. It's so 'hot' in my pants that I imagine it could break through, but Thalia is leading me by the hand again and the snake's a little confused about why all the walking is going on. Still, it continues to remind me he's there, aided by my eyes being constantly drawn back to Thalia's perfectly shaped behind in front of me, in spite of all the other supernatural beauty that we are passing through.<br/><br/>Eventually, Thalia stops at a clearing, in which there's a free standing wardrobe, a dressing table and mirror, a chair..., and THE BED. THE BED. The philosopher, Plato spoke of a plane of existence where all of the true and real things existed. Things in the human world only being shadows of the true and real things. Somehow, Thalia owns the true, real, ideal BED, or the ideal BRASS BED. I can't help but imagine a spotlight illuminating THE BED and a hundred choral voices singing, 'TA - DAH!!!'<br/><br/>One more thing, IT'S HUGE!<br/><br/>I look at Thalia..., I look at THE BED.... Thalia, as I see her now, is so petite. THE BED IS SO HUGE. Maybe twenty or more normal sized people could fit on THE BED. Is Thalia petite right now because she wants to be? I push aside my 'mommy issues' and thoughts of suckling on a giant nipple as the 'anaconda' reminds me he's there and struggling against my clothing.<br/><br/>Thalia then calls me 'her dashing comedian' and asks me a couple of questions. I am at a loss for words. Too many thoughts going on in my head. One Big Thought Going On In My Pants. I pick Thalia up in my arms, like a groom carrying his bride across a threshold, and kiss her luscious lips. I'm getting a little dizzy because of her scent and her kiss and all of my blood is rushing to my groin. I carry her over to the bed. At least the height of it is consistent with the height of normal mortals.<br/><br/>I wonder if she can magically disappear our clothing.... I feel so ungraceful trying to take my clothes off in front of a woman, even more now in front of a goddess.