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I was dreaming a graphic novel last night. Or, earlier this morning I should say. I didn't get to bed until 2, and my Dad woke me at 6:45 so he could get a ride to the train (I *offered* to pay for a cab, but my Dad doesn't hear anything that he doesn't want to). In that time, I dreamed a graphic novel concerning a guy in a coma who realizes shortly after waking up how much of an asshole he's always been to his boyfriend. The last full-page was dedicated to him coming into his boyfriend's apartment late at night, waking him up spouting romantic (as in the ERA) phrases expressing dedication. One of the last word bubbles involved him telling the boyfriend that he had a choice: he could be propositioned for sex in 18th century French or in the style of the Scarlet Pimpernel. Boyfriend goes "..." Guy formerly in coma goes, "Let's just have sex." Fade.

Meanwhile, coma-guy's sister is chatting up her friends and getting the gossip on her brother's rumored sexual exploits. All are scandalized by rumor that coma-guy might have not been seen leaving a party despite the fact he and girl were suddenly suspiciously missing. This, despite brother's obvious homosexual relationship, completely shocks them and they all giggle. Sister, more knowing, rolls eyes.

Beginning to suspect coma-guy is Jack Harkness, myself.