You return from the taberna after a long time of consumit vinum. You stumble drunkenly to the horto, but you find him there, the most beautiful dominus you have ever laid your oculus on. You are struck by emotion, surprise, happiness, delectat. You see your senex in his toga, and all you can think about is how densus caecilius' ass is. You suddenly become nimble like anti - loquax and caecilius ducit cubiculo. What happens next? Placetne tibi? Are you caecilians' dirty whortus?

nightmare; noun 1. a frightening or unpleasant dream