Go to bed.

I hear her calling me from sleep. I awake and look directly into the eyes of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Deep, deep green eyes hold my gaze as two slender hands peel the comforter away from my nightie-clad body. My first instinct is to push her away, but she takes my hands at the wrists and sets them aside, leaning in close, pursing her lips and whispering, "Shhhh...." I'm scared but also excited, and my heart beats faster and faster as this mysterious woman inches closer and closer to my face. Who is she? What does she want? I know what -I- want...

And then I -really- wake up. Looking around the dark room I can see no trace of the woman in my dream, and thank god for that. That was some weird shit just now.

The clock says 3am. There's still plenty more time for sleep, but after my first homosexual dream-- or nightmare-- ever, I'm too aroused for slumber (and by "aroused" I mean "awake," of course). Well, I suppose I could try to go back to sleep; I'm sure I could if I really wanted to. But what if I dream of that woman again? That...that couldn't happen, right?

Or there's that feminist CD. Heck, it put me to sleep in my chair last night; maybe it will get me to sleep now.