I took a nap today, ended up having a most memorable dream.

It began with me hanging out with my son. He was about three or four, and looked like Robert Sean Leonard. I was feeling very happy, joyful 'cause I was married; though she didn’t make an appearance in the dream, I knew right away who my wife was.

Then the dream got weird. A witch showed up, threatening to harm my son. At that point I transformed into Ash from the Evil Dead series, picked up an old musket with a bayonet attached at the end, and stabbed the witch through the eye and out the back of her head, pinning her to the wall behind her. That’s when a second Ash showed up and began dismembering her with a chainsaw.

The dream then realigned, and I found myself a teenager back in high school. As I got off the bus at school, there was this incredibly hot girl standing there on the sidewalk. She was brunette (or was she blonde?), muscular (lean, though, not beefed up like a bodybuilder), and she was wearing jean cutoffs and a small tank top. I sat down with her on the sidewalk, began feeling her up, and was getting ready to have sex right then and there with her in public when my psychological V-chip engaged and the dream came to an abrupt close.