The old lady's mind had long been lost to the howling chaos of severe dementia. Her children had stopped visiting, because she no longer recognized them or even acknowledged their presence. The nurses and attendants largely treated her as a body, since there was no point in trying to engage with her mentally.
Then the fantasy wave came.
In the wasteland of her mind, a tiny point began to hold firm. "I". For the first time in years she felt a sense of her own identity. "I am" And a sense of her own existence. Her thoughts began to arrange themselves in order like ice crystals forming out of water. "I am a priestess." She felt a devotion to something outside herself, and felt her body begin to change as well. She was youthful and strong, with the aches and pains of old age disappearing. She felt something touch her new, well-ordered but empty mind from the outside, filling it with a new and powerful sense of self.
I AM APHRODITE, AND YOU ARE MY PRIESTESS.
The thought of denying this mighty, transcendent being never entered her mind.
YOU WILL BRING JOY AND HEALING TO MEN AND WOMEN BY MAKING LOVE TO THEM.
She felt a surge of ecstasy. What a wonderful destiny! Unlike most of the people changed by the fantasy wave, she had already lost her own identity and knowledge of the world before the wave. Her life was beginning anew, and along with a feeling of renewal came a powerful sexual hunger.
NOW GO--THERE IS A MAN WHO NEEDS TO LEARN WHAT IT IS TO BE A MAN WITH A WOMAN.
The priestess arose and donned the vestments that had suddenly appeared by her bed.