April 25th, 2002 CE

I dreamed a disturbing dream which I blame largely upon an ongoing sub-plot of the current Punisher series, in which one of the main characters, Detective Soap, carries on a romantic relationship with a woman he doesn't realize is his mother, and is tricked into sleeping with a woman he doesn't realize is his sister. I read the latest issue just before bed...

So anyways. In my dream, I was back in my old house in Rockwood, Ontario, on the living-room couch, making out with a woman who - in the context of the dream - was my sister, though she bore less resemblance to my monstrous sister Reagan than to Soap's sister from the Punisher. Though she was going along with the process, she had a 'we-shouldn't-be-doing-this, I-shouldn't-be-enjoying-this' sort of demeanor about her. This went on in somewhat vague detail for some time, progressing to sexuall intercourse fairly rapidly, until we were interrupted by the shouts of a woman at the top of the staircase behind us who - again, in the context of my dream - was our mother.

She actually looked like a cross between Soap's mother and my ex-girlfriend, Jen, though she acted like niether, nor like my own mother; she was shouting about how what we were doing went against the christian bible (niether my mother nor Jen are christians, and this isn't a trait of the comic book character, either), and how it was thus unconscionable. I went upstairs to talk to her about this, producing my copy of the bible out of thin air (in real life, I carry a copy with me at all times for just such an occasion; to contradict ignorant christians. It's full of insane, self-contradictory, or oft-ignored passages which I highlight in blue for ease of reference), and opened it up. As I flipped through it, I found eight or nine highlighted passages on each and every page. And although none of it was legible - it was all just squiggling lines, like text in all of my dreams - I used it to explain to this woman how christianity is a farce, and how we shouldn't be constrained by the edicts of a fictional god.

She relented to my point, and we went together to her bedroom, where she got undressed. As she did so, she reminded me quite vividly of the first time I got my ex-girlfriend Jen naked, including needlessly frilly panties and densely curly pubic hair. If anything else happened before I woke up, I don't remember it.