Weird thing about some dreams, some of the more interesting ones anyway…seems like these alternate stories actually become alternate storylines over the years. I just had another ‘continuance’, of a dream-bourne relationship that was been intermittently visited for over twenty years. It involves the physical nature of my rapport with the mother of my high school best friend. It’s so cliche I refrain from detailing it here.

This time, however, it also involved an unexpected rendezvous while vacationing in Switzerland, an unexpected latex outfit, the most darling mesh faerie slippers, (a gift!), and her insanely possessive and vengeful husband, a very swarthy man, swearing to murder me when he arrived shortly after she and I…well, you fill in the blanks.

The particularly bizarre climax actually featured a jaunty chase scene through what I’m sure will one day prove to have been the hallways of the Madonna Inn in San Luis Obispo (I’ve never even seen pictures, I’m going with instinct here), a madcap score, tinkling glassware, the old chestnut of hiding in the pool…and then waking abruptly with that delicious sense of rapture and terror and comedy. And an enraged pee boner.

Do other people have dreams like this? And by this I mean, these kind of “alternate storylines”, where situations and/or relationships, once perceived as one-offs, are resumed? I’m sure the finer details will vanish in waking hours, but the framework will linger on, if faded…though while dreaming of these things once more—sometimes years later, such as this morning’s episode—all the minutia of their predecessors is recrystallized.

Brains are funny. So is galumphing through crowded and cheesy though opulent dinner halls with only one boot on while a mustachioed cuckold spouts nearly unintelligible threats over music sounding something very much like “Yackety Sax”.