For some reason, last night’s dreams were of a sexual bend. I remember only three of them. They happened one after another, but they were completely disconnected. The scenes I remember started as abruptly as they ended, but they all took place in vast, rambling, and disheveled student apartments. First I dreamt that I was about to leave one such place and that I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. To my left there was a door to the shower room. It was open half way. There I saw a young man sitting on the tiled floor and jerking off. As the shower came hard on him, he went on and on at a furious pace. His prick was bright red from ferocious rubbing. To my surprise, he did not pay me any attention, as though he was in his own world. Next I dreamt that someone was showing me around another apartment. As we entered into an enormous room, I saw two young women and three young men talking to each other. Standing in the middle of the room, they seemed to know each other quite well. All five of them were completely naked, but they behaved as though they were fully dressed. Last I dreamt that I was walking out of yet another apartment and that I met a young woman in one of the many half-lit corridors. She was naked from her belly down. She appeared to be both embarrassed and proud of herself as she was pulling a laced chemise over her crotch. “Whenever I get caught like this,” she giggled in a hushed voice, “I instantly get soaking wet!” Indeed, there was a glimmer of reflected light between her thighs. It would seem she took an enormous pleasure out of being caught half-naked. That is all I remember from last night’s dreams, but I am quite perplexed by what I remember. If the moon were only full.