I was staring at the wall. I was in my room. On the wall was a poster of a naked woman. Not bad, though I was a bit surprised at myself for having up it up where anyone who walked in would see it.

I turned around, and looked at another wall. There was another one, except this one was more explicit. Female genitalia in open view. Okaaay. I looked around again, and realized that ALL my walls were completely covered with porn!

I noticed one depicting Madonna about to be fucked by a guy who was lying on the ground. Some others were celebrities too, though not all of them. Did I really put all these pictures on my wall?

Then, I stopped. The thought occurred to me: Was I dreaming? Had I gone to sleep?

I performed a quick sanity check. Fix eyes on a single object, and see if it changes. I looked at a statue in the corner. It didn't take long before it started to morph in both shape and color. Now I knew, without a doubt. The thought fluttered through my mind. "I am in a dream! I have achieved the Holy Grail!"

I rose up in the air, and started flying around in circles. Floating through the house, into different rooms. "He could fly, I could fly, we can fly." (Peter Pan reference?) Nothing could hurt me here. As long as I was in this dream, I was invincible. No matter what I encountered, it would be an illusion.

But then I was floating into the basement. Near the floor. Bugs and cockroaches. No, they weren't real, but they were yucky. Despite the disgusting things, I wanted to stay in the dream for as long as possible. I tried to hold myself there, but it would work. I could feel myself waking up...

Back in my room, staring at Argo's monitor. Was I awake now? WTF was that image on the sceen? Another piece of porn, but this one a nude woman... with a head disattached from her neck... holding her own head in her hand while she... licked herself? Um....

"Nope, not even my tastes are that wierd. Must still be a dream."