Last night he dreamt that he was passionately in love with a femme fatale; one whose every touch takes you to the depth of ecstasy and forces you to embrace the unimaginable. Last night the little thing dreamt that he then had the courage and confidence to finally embrace his manhood and enjoy real selfhood.

So what happened in the end was that he blinked his dreamy eyes and found himself on a rocking boat sailing and catching fish. When he realized that he had netted the ultimate game, the invaluable goldfish, he gazed right into the eyes of the dying creature and what struck him was her penetrative and dashing gaze.