On the Ultimate Frustration

Lyssa arose yet another day after yet another dream about scrambling for privacy to masturbate and failing. It's been recurring for years. She wonders: while other people dream about flying and running and other assorted "normal" activities, why is it that I am cursed with something so taboo? She stares into the window of the people across the street, feeling dirty. She always attempts to carry over the sexual need from dreaming life to waking life, to cross the divide with a souvenir, but it is to no avail. Tonight she will dream another dream about lightly veiled failed attempts at being good at life. Because clearly, that's what this is all about.