I read a book last week. It was a gore-core, homo-porn, love story about two serial killing cannibals with HIV who fall in love while torturing teenagers to death. The most used word was 'intestine', in both a viceral and sexual context. (The book's called 'Exquisite Corpse' by Poppy Z Brite, if anyone cares to look it up.)
I finished the book, all guts and gruesomeness, SERIOUSLY hardcore stuff, and then I fell asleep like a baby on Xanax. And lately, my dreams have been getting pretty intense, because I just moved, and I don't have a regular weed guy around here. Cannabis withdrawals = vivid hallucinations during sleep.
Suddenly, I'm using some random twink's butt as a pillow and contemplating this pseudo-life-choice I've found myself making, and it turns out I'm bisexual in sleep. In reality, sadly, I'm just another boring, straight pervert, pigging exclusively on girls. But in REM sleep, I'm a dream-poof! How cool is that?!