Last night I set the record for most disturbing dream of my life. →[More:]
It started out that I was looking at a newspaper comics page and noticed that everyone seemed to have gotten together and plotted to slip naughtier-than-usual strips in. So there was some anonymous comic strip that had a double-entendre with a woman and a snake, and then a Blondie where Dagwood's boss was positioned so that it looked like he ambiguously might be humping a dog.

And then I got to Cathy. 3 panels. In the first one, Cathy and her husband (Irving?) are next to each other in bed; he's handing her a bottle of lotion and saying something like, "boy, my hands were dry. You need any?" Panel 2, she's taken it from him and is squirting a dollop of lotion into one hand. Panel 3, she's reaching down and giving him a (just barely) offpanel handjob. Yes, I dreamt up a hard-R Cathy strip (and, making it worse, both the Blondie and the Cathy strips were drawn in their actual style, meaning that Irv had a pretty ridiculous look on his face in panel 3).

For the rest of the dream, I went around the Minnesota State Fair showing people the page, and they all laughed. Except for James Hetfield, who shrewdly pointed out how the next day's strip could be done to be a continuation that would be totally hilarious and completely filthy.