Let's find out, shall we?

You blink a few times.

The woman-shaped figure who emerged out of the mist turns out to be... well, a woman. And what a woman she is indeed.

Like 'Scarlett', the room and pretty much everything at this point, this woman is draped in white - in her case, a toga. A golden wreath sits upon her flowing, raven hair. Her skin is pale, and she is staring at you with a neutral, yet calm expression on her face.

Come to think of it, she looks a bit like Liv Tyler in Lord of the Rings. A bit a lot, actually.

After your second staring contest of the day with a stunning lady, she says: "Hello, friend. How are you feeling?"

You take a moment to take stock of your emotions. Then, you reply: "Surprisingly comfortable."

The neutral expression makes way for an ever-so-slight smirk, Mona Lisa style. While still decidedly Liv Tyler-like, for a moment she seems to be channeling a bit of Natalie Dormer from Game of Thrones.

"Well," she says, "that is exactly the kind of feeling I was aiming for."

She slowly walks to the left side of your bed and sits down on the edge of it. You look back and forth between 'Scarlett' and 'Liv/Natalie' a few times. You pinch yourself. It hurts.

"Let me dispel you of a few misconceptions first," says the ravenhaired woman with the golden wraith. "First: you are decidedly NOT dreaming. Second: I'm afraid neither of us are film actresses from the planet Earth. We only take these forms because they exist in your subconscious as representations of transcendent beauty."

For some reason, you accept everything she says as absolute truth, even though it wildly conflicts with your frame of reference and common sense.

"Then... who are you?" you finally manage to ask. You look especially to 'Scarlett' next to you, who is now holding and squeezing your right hand and gazing lovingly at you. If it weren't so intoxicating and pleasurable to you, it might have been positively creepy.

"I am a celestial being," the ravenhaired woman says solemnly, "the closest equivalent of which, according to your cultural frame of reference, would probably be the Goddess Aphrodite."

"Or Venus, Inanna, Ishtar, Freyja, Hathor..." says the husky, sultry voice to your right. You smile at her and ask: "Yes, but who are YOU?" She giggles.

"First off, I prefer 'Aphrodite', thank you very much," says the Goddess to your left, rolling her eyes. "Second: the sweetheart who woke you up is Euphrosyne, my trusty helper. But she also goes by the name 'Grace', if you prefer. She's quite the charmer, isn't she?"

"Quite," you say, looking at Grace. You might be in love with someone who you've only known for five minutes, was watching you sleep, and is possibly not human.

"I tend to enlist her help whenever I need to deliver a potentially mind-altering and earth-shattering revelation to a mortal," Aphrodite continues.

Gulp. The words 'mind-altering', 'earth-shattering' and 'mortal' make your stress levels shoot up. Aphrodite seems to have noticed, as she suddenly barks an order at Grace.

"Grace, dear, do feed the poor sod."

"Sure," says Grace, and out of nowhere she is suddenly holding a raspberry in her right hand and a muffin in her left hand. "Pick your poison," she jokes.

"There is no poison," Aphrodite quickly adds. You believe her completely.