Ah, right, of course.

I normally appear in people's dreams as a sex god, so appearing as God Himself, whilst entirely comprehensible, isn’t the first thing that springs to mind when people mention theirs.

Well, I assume it's usually as a sex god anyway: men want me, women wanna be me ... (you know how it is) ... so, it's possible I appear in different forms, but the men don't want to admit it and don't mention dreaming of me at all as a result ... and the women are confused by the lust they feel for me too (so, they neglect to mention worshiping me, only ever telling me of fantasies of my having their sinful way with them ¹ ).

So, I've only got the wet dreams to go by and my appreciation of things is quite possibly significantly incomplete.

But, I can't say I'm utterly surprised that I should be appearing to you in that manner in your dreams — you're only flesh and blood after all.

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¹ It happens quite a lot, apparently ².

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² At least it does, if the number of women who’ve told me about their dreams of me is anything to go by anyway ³.

³ I can’t say it’s altogether unfathomable … it makes sense after all (and, if it weren’t for the lingering hidebound, Victorian trappings of modern society, I’m pretty sure I’d’ve had my clothes ripped off me so often that it’d’ve long ago been cheaper just to join a nudist colony) … but, nevertheless, it still always takes me by surprise when they mention it.

Hey ho … it’s a funny old world, isn’t it?

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