Aliens come to me in the forms of men and women in dreams, and I make love to the aliens (I cannot help myself: they are beautiful men and women). My soul leaks out of my penis bit by bit, my very life-stuff comes out of my penis, and the aliens steal it, and use it in all sorts of rituals and rites. Bit by bit, my soul is leaking out of me. The aliens take my life-stuff to their ships, where they put on face-paint and cover themselves in ash, and perform all sorts of rituals with my soul. They are thoroughly frightening things. For they look down at me from the heavens, and if I am not wearing a hat they can see my thoughts (I always try to wear a hat). They use this information to make a map of my dreams, so that they may find me in the world of dreams, and turn themselves into beautiful men and women in my dreams, and thus present themselves before me. Bit by bit I am losing all my strength and soul, for the aliens steal it from me nightly, and use it to power their own souls in rite and ritual.