I was in a dark room – it may not even have been a room, just a void.  It was hard to tell, as the only reference point was what appeared to be a doorway in the distant.  For some reason, I was completely drawn to this doorway – like a primal need to get to it and through it.  As I approached closer, I found that the doorway was too panels of satin and lace – beautiful, but seemingly impenetrable being held tightly together by a single, small, yet intricate knot.  I examined the knot – tightly wound and neat.

Ever more consumed with the desire to throw aside these panels and enter to the other side, I began to probe the lot with the tips of my fingers – hoping to find a weak point to make gain on its captive force.  Working my fingers, sometimes feverishly and roughly – at others, slower and with greater attention.  Seeking any advantage, I begin to pull gently at the bound mass with my teeth.  Realizing that the wetness from my mouth softens the binding twine, I fully employ both my lips and tongue in the endeavor.  Working together now, my fingers are finding purchase in their toil to loosen the grip this knot has.  My tongue now able to flick itself deeper into the small mass, turning almost fleshy with the moisture, yet still holding a even smaller center that remains hard like a precious pearl.  I feel that I must be getting close now.  Suddenly, with a simultaneous combined massage of my finger tip across the now fleshy twine and a press of my lips against the hard remaining pearl, the knot releases and the panels are freed.

Free to enter now, I do so.  As I walk through, i am awash with euphoria…….

Then, I wake up.