In my sleeping state, I had a dream that I was a man with small breasts and a penis from the Gods. I was surrounded by blurred faces perhaps women in a restaurant like kitchen. Standing there naked and exposed, tied and submitted. They were poking and prodding my penis with a silver instrument that seemed to go through my whole shaft. “Do you like that?” said the robotic voices. “Yes, I think I do,” I replied. It was erotic, rauchy, raw, and bizarrely stimulating. They clipped the area between my thighs and testicles, and told me this part was the best. Something happened before I awoke but I can’t remember.