Dreams are such sordid affairs to deal with, but We must deal with them, especially if a beloved figure arises from such a rather forgettable phantasm. That She, of all girls, should appear--and cordially--to me during one adventure of Ours last night, is truly a sign to behold. And to Our merit this time We were not a mere observer, but We hugged her tight just as she was knocking on the door to complain of somesuch predilection of Ours. This was never even inconceivable even in those days when Our desire for her was such that despair almost crystallized into Our own paralytic body. Maybe it's simply Our mind telling us that We were now in such a state of desire that We can unconsciously make physical contact with her, whether she despises it or not. Society would dictate that this is an abhorrent act to do, but given three shots o' gin, or some other spirit that needs a pirate's cup, We shall not hesitate to embrace Her.
Whatever clean inspiration We have gotten from this remarkable imaginary scene, it did drive Us into rethinking, and eventually retelling the stories of Our endeavor, which is now exactly three weeks into Our promised deadline. We dare change it because the renovated sequences will make the story simpler, though We certainly hope that Our subconscious will not devolve the work into a cheap Dumas imitation.
We shall work these lonely nights for the enlightenment of lonelier minds.
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