The story continues, the ping pong match between the rational and the irrational ... of course I am making all of this up ... or is it being made up for me ...

  Oh Percy, waggling your cock through the magic mouse hole ring, sneaking into my astral house ... bragging to someone that you are teasing me, daring me ... can you hear me laughing Percy, can you hear my deep womanly laugh?  If you listen closely you can even hear my Witch protégés tittering too. 

Don't you remember that dream ... you did much more then waggle your penis through the hole, you entered my abode and  found yourself in the kitchen, wasn't  your little heart beating like a hammer on metal, didn't you sniff every which way ... you were so scared, me and my girls held our breath we did not wish to disturb you .... How cautious you were, ready to retreat in an instant ... but you didn't to retreat, instead you found a treat, little crumbs of cheese that we dropped from the table, little golden crumbs, little golden seeds of desire that we left for you ... just in case you were bold.  Yes?  You forgot didn't you, no matter, now you waggle for us as though it is your own idea ... that is perfect Percy because now the pleasure will sow confusion in your mind ... who is teasing whom ... what is real and what is not real, your tumescence is real Percy ... so that which is causing it is real too .... Mercy, Mercy Percy, you give birth to such mirth .... ha, ha, ha.  You really are our mouse aren't you.

May I respond Goddess Suprema ... you see, I am your mouse, and having eaten your golden crumb from your floor I now understand something .... The foundation of existence is this ... to serve, and to receive pleasure ... that is all one ever wants ... to serve and to receive pleasure for all eternity.  But ... I suppose I will forget again won't I.