He doesn’t know, but he has a weird dream.

He found himself in the middle of a black void. He felt as though he was floating. When he thought that it must be a dream, he realized he could think straight. Well, sort of.

Everything felt hazy, like that point between being awake and finally falling asleep. His thoughts drifted from one topic to another without relation.

It’s fun floating around.

Man, I’m horny.

Why is it so dark?

I’m so horny.

I’m not gonna suddenly fall, am I?

I’m so fucking horny.

Tomorrow’s first class is writing.

I want to fuck that yoga instructor.

“You want ****.”

Huh? What was that voice? It felt like his, but it didn’t sound like his? It was a woman’s voice.

“You want **** against the world, don’t you?”

The fuck was the voice going on about?

“Look!”

Suddenly, the empty black void was filled with painful images. Memories seen through his own eyes, like video recordings. Every girlfriend caught cheating, every break up, every fight, every lie he believed. Everything was shown to him at once.

His body started shaking. He felt a lump in his throat as he tightly clenched his fist and grit his teeth.

“They fuck whoever they want and they feel great doing it. Why can’t you do the same? Faithfulness is not about love! It’s about domination! People are only faithful when they don’t WANT anyone else!”

He wanted to scream and punch something. No, punch someone. Punch the guys who so happily fucked the women he once loved.

“It’s time for you to take what you want. Take whoever you want. I will give you the power to do it and get away with it scot-free.”

Any woman… at his fingertips.

“So, answer me. Are you willing to let your selfish desires rise!?”