The One with the Ick Factor

Theres a tale. A shocking untrue story.
A dream.
It shudnt be treated with overly disgusted feeling nor ickiness.
Why he had to be in the dream?
He's the ick element in the dream...
He, who shudnt be anywhere near in anyone's mind. Not me, Not I.
The thought is extremely icky. I Feel Icky!
any thought of this (of Him!) is weird.
Lust maybe, but none else!
Help.. Help me put out the disturbing mind games.