I dreamt that a huge amount of viscous fluid was gushing out of my beloved’s vagina. Stark naked, she appeared ecstatic. Her body was limp, but she kept spreading her arms and legs wide open. Her eyes were closed in her swoon, and faint moans occasionally came out of her half-open mouth. From time to time, I collected the fluid from her crotch with large clumps of cotton wool. I went at it very gently so as not to entice even more gushing. I remember carrying her from room to room while holding onto her crotch, which was covered with cotton wool, so that the fluid would not drip all over the place. Sadly, I remember neither how the gushing started nor how we managed to stem it in the end. It emerged and faded away without any rhyme or reason. Ever since I got up this morning, the viscous fluid is always with me. And my love for my beloved keeps gushing in equal measure.