Hell of a dream. Wish I could have more like this.

She hovered over him, baby blues squinting. She glimmered pale white in the glaring light, an angel. A hot-lipped angel with… Holy shit, look at that chest! Water balloon central! His heart slammed as her voice came to him through water. She's Aussie. Aussies look damn hot in a bikini, but that suit she's wearing's almost as good. He'd never felt blood flow right there in a dream, even if his teenage sheets had told him otherwise. Oh yeah, hell of a dream, all right.

Goddamn! Who's the hideous bald dude? And why did he have to fuck up my dream?

"Give him the sedative!"

Come here, angel. I'm ready for you! Really ready, heh.

"Shepard, don't try to move."

Oh, hell yes! Bring those gazongas this way, baby!

But they hovered out of reach even as he swore his hand was about to make contact. She shoved his hand down. Why did dreams have to be just like real life?

Underside of the chin's a little round, but… Damn, baby, look at that cleavage! … that I can't reach anymore. Why do you hate me, God?

"It's not working."

Ugly dude hovered just out of view, and his angel followed and turned her back.

Booty-licious! I'd like to get her floatin' on my ocean. Come back, baby, come back. Let me see your crack!

He was never this good at rhyming in real life. He'd tried enough with Liara, and even though she worshipped the ground he walked on, she still snickered at him when he popped off a quick poem. I might embrace eternity with you, Shepard, but that doesn't mean I have to listen to you try to make words rhyme for no reason. Ash would have appreciated the rhyme—wasn't she into poetry?—if he hadn't left her behind with the nuke. But she didn't like threesomes anyway, and she would have popped a cap off in that round, round ass.

And he busts the ugly meter record. Damn, baby, get that ass back here! Lemme put some juice in that caboose! Wait, why's it going… Oh… Yes… Perky… very perky…

"… run the numbers again."

Angels don't talk about numbers. Oh damn, look at those lips, and look at the pretty lights. Oh…