I recently failed to see erotic dreams because of deep moral principles. I dreamed that the coach in the squad began to give me signs of attention, and then actively stick. And I, therefore, in response to him: "I am married, and for the sake of a minute conversation with you, I will not put my family life at risk!", I woke up in the thought that I am a boring person and how I did before that.

I don’t cheat my husband, even in my dreams. But the body has found a way out: I dream erotic dreams from the face of fictional characters, not my own. As if I was real.
An American spy in the USSR, or an ordinary forest yogi, or a Peruvian servant-hermafrodite in the temple complex, or a non-human alien, or a ghost. In short, I have a unique sexual experience. If anything, I’ll tell you how the eggs do this.