"This is man" said the Goddess. Fading away to be replaced with a patchwork man. His insides merely gears and his heart pulsing where his cock should be.
"This is man" she repeated.
"This is a mimicry of man." I replied.
"This is man" she insisted. "Always thinking with their genitalia rather than their heart. Always mindlessly going through each day like an automaton. This is man."
Angry I responded "Not all men."
She conceded the point. "True. There are two now. One man, one no longer man. One without compassion. One with."
"Which am I?" I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer.
"You have not decided" she responded.
I shivered, suddenly as exposed as the patchwork man.
"The winds are changing said the voice. The winter is coming."
And it began to snow.
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Special thanks to Artist Rene Smoller who contributed his talents to this segment of the dream. His concept of the patchwork man drove the dream to take on new meaning!