Dreams.

I haven't been dreaming much lately, so I thought it worth recording that I woke up this morning in the middle of a so-so dream. It was trying to be a nightmare, but failing. Someone had invented a retrovirus that infected folks and killed them if they had more than one wife. A number of my poly friends were both upset and worried about this particular development.

How exactly the virus accomplished this was not at all made clear, or at least, the explanation in my dream was gibberish. My best reconstruction is that it made you violently allergic to all marriage ceremonies after the first...