I had a wonderful dream.

It was in a medieval setting and I was engaged in battle. I threw my sword down after beheading my opponent, irritated with the repetitive, cyclic slaughter, and went to join my friends who were lounging by a dried-up stream bed. We all wore pure white robes over our black and bloodied leathers and armor. Sitting down, I looked across to the other bank and saw my sister kneeling by the empty river with an empty silver and gold chalice in her hand. As she looked at me, I saw she had gone utterly insane. She laughed, asking if it was time yet; If the time had finally come when we could cheat eternity and rise beyond. She raised a handful of snow from the bank and dropped it in the chalice (for the wine was all gone), then brought the chalice to her laughing lips to drink from it. She drank deeply, then lowered the cup again. Blood was running down her chin and her mouth was ringed in crimson as she screamed laughter, and the snow in the chalice was swiftly devoured in a rising pool of blood.

Then I thought and asked aloud: “But what about our clothes? Once we go beyond eternity, how will we get out the wine stains?” I looked to my left shoulder and saw purple stains on my white robe, then thought, “We should have thought of this sooner. There’s always one more fucking thing, isn’t there?” Then I woke up.