A censored lucid dream

I had a dream that was set on a college campus in the 1960s. The atmosphere was that of a zany sex comedy of that era, but anytime anything sexual was about to occur, a flat opaque gray circle would appear in front of it, hiding it from my view. This happened again and again.

"Where do those gray circles come from?" I said, not expecting anyone to reply.

I was answered by a disembodied voice: "It's for your own protection. It might be illegal for you to view some of this material."

"Illegal? How?"

"Come on. This is the sixties. You just know half of those girls are going to be underage."

"But this is a dream! How can it be illegal to see something in a dream?"

Saying this made me realize it was true: It was a dream. I was dreaming. Everything, including the gray circles, was coming from my own mind and was subject to my control. I could just will the circles away if I wanted to.

"So do it," said the voice, "if you're so sure all of this is coming from your own mind."

I found myself unwilling to do so. A sexual dream that just happens spontaneously is one thing, but . . .

"That would be degenerate," I said.

"It's the sixties," said the voice, meaning that degenerate behavior would hardly be out of place. "And weren't you just kvetching about the gray circles a second ago?"

"I'm not going to use my first lucid dream to create some lame-ass peep show!"

"You only think it's a lucid dream," said the voice. "The slave who never tests his chains believes himself to be free."

And then I woke up. I guess I'll never know whether or not I really had the power to override the censorship.