Hijack.

I've been smoking marijuana most nights before I head to bed for about a year or two. I noticed that I would not remember my dreams. Perhaps I had none at all. It only took one night of cessation for me to realize dreams again in my sleep. Maybe sleeping so many dreamless nights had made me forget how vividly dreams can appear. I cannot be sure.

The night I did not smoke I dreamt a dream of a sexual nature. I will not go into much detail here. It was rather mundane. However, soon after aforementioned sexual encounter my genitals fell off completely intact as if the base were constructed out of Play-Doh. There was no tissue damage, tearing, bleeding, etc., only an empty, hairless bulge where my penis had been moments earlier. It looked like the positive end of a socket, somewhat. Suffice it to say, I became extremely worried. Anxious. I began asking people in the dream to take me to the hospital but they were all too busy. I don't remember how exactly I arrived at the conclusion, but I realized I must be in some sort of dream. So, I began pinching myself, slapping myself in the face but to no avail. I remember clearing smashing my head against mirrors, wardrobes, walls, and still I would not wake. I began to doubt my initial presumption that I was in a dream. Soon I was contemplating the lonely, dickless existence that would inevitably become my future. I wept.

When I finally awoke, I was unsure that I was actually occupying reality. It was a truly unsettling feeling. I cannot fully express my delight when I discovered that my genitals were still attached to my person. It instilled me with a sense of purpose I have not felt in years. The joy was tangible, like a halogen light had been transplanted into my chest.

That was Monday.