I dreamt I had a Brazilian colleague whom I would occasionally meet at international conferences. In his early forties, he was a pleasure to behold, but he was far from bright. I remember taking him to either my or his hotel room and undressing him. Like an oversized doll, he did not object. Standing behind him, still fully dressed, I caressed his smooth, muscular body. I was not aroused. Neither was he. But it was a pleasure touching him, feeling my hands on his stomach muscles, his hips, his lower belly, his flaccid penis, his balls, his thighs. When I woke up, I realized these were the parts of my own body I must have been touching while I was asleep.