"Kiss me," he was telling me, a man whose face I recognized and whose name I remembered, but couldn't be the man I knew; and: "Eat it."

He was referring to the plates of cake - or ambrosia - floating all around me.

I wanted to; he never let up enticing me to.

But I saw my self having eaten the ambrosiac cake, and she was smiling dreamily, a euphoric high. She was sated and felt compelled to kiss the strange familiar man.

Which she did.

Kissing that man sapped her of her energy and life. I didn't know how I knew that, but I knew.

My self was drifiting in circles around me, together with the floating plates of ambrosiac cake, and she was happy, dreamy and high; I was watching her. I could be like her, and I was tempted to be like her, but I didn't want to be like her.

Then, I was restrained by a man standing (floating?) behind me. I couldn't see his face, but I thought it was his self who had bound my arms.

The familiar stranger told his self, "She has a silver cube in her back pocket."

And I did - a cube of silver the size of a dice in my right back pocket. I could feel it poking into my bottom because the self behind me was pressing his thighs right up against mine. This little silver cube was what was keeping me safe and from temptation.

The self in front of me forced his finger(s?) down on my jugular vein, held it (them?) there. This was not only choking me, it was killing me ...

And I opened my eyes with a start.