In a long series of dreams, which must have lasted for several hours, I dreamt that my beloved and I were making love. Our lovemaking continued even in the twilight between dreams. We made love for hours. Now this way, now that, we never stopped for a rest. She kept coming and coming, but I was often on the verge of coming myself. I could feel every thrust. Every poke. I could feel all the juices. Before I got up this morning, I marveled at the experience. Our lovemaking was entirely true to life. The series of dreams never deviated from reality. Not even once. Each and every dream was perfectly lifelike all the way through. Which kind of confirms my old belief that our lovemaking is like a dream come true.