My Perception of Actual Things-Anima

Paranormal visions of flying unicorns with wild and supreme handsomeness, give a boost to my conscious animus... asserting my manhood in every sense. Then anima makes her appearance, and dreams change color and shape; the feminine aspect of sensibility transforms my ego once so untamed, so fearless of phantoms that cringed. I shiver more than an helpless woman who covers her hears not to hear their frightful litany. My perception of actual things becomes more alluring than fancy; I lose the sense of hard feelings... as fantasy offers me a drink of oblivion, and makes me explore a rendition of what is contrary to my masculinity.