Catalog of Dreams #14

This is the dream about lying in an open field of sweet long grass stark naked next to the greatest carnal love of your life who keeps changing repeatedly into someone different though that makes no difference in your feelings and the sun is warm and the sky is sown with interesting clouds and there is a breeze that plays intriguingly along your thighs. Your fingers touch lightly, sending coded messages of explicit love on the hillside stands every wrinkled prude you have ever met in your life, each sunk in the earth to the hips

It has to be a dream. There are no ants.