The Perfidy of Dreams
I had and interesting experience this morning. I was dreaming that I had gone over to a friend's house and was hanging out watching TV with some other guys. One of these fellows, the only one I remember having an identity, was a guy on my swim team. We'll call him Ralph. The evening wore on and it grew late. Ralph and I ended up cuddled together and sleeping on the couch. It being a dream, we both fit comfortably on a couch where it would have physically impossible to do so.
Those of you who know me well enough are probably assuming Ralph is one of the guys on the team I have dated. You'd be wrong. Here we come to another of those areas where are dreams take liberties with reality. Ralph is actually one half of a couple that has been together for several years. In my dream Ralph was still half of that couple. I never did learn why Ralph's other half hadn't joined us at the gathering.
The truly interesting part of the experience came as I was beginning to wake up. There's really nothing novel about me dreaming about Ralph. I do think he's good looking and did have a wee bit of a crush at first. OK. Fine. I still have a wee bit of a crush. The only real novelty is probably that this is the first time I remember dreaming about him. However, as I began to wake I lingered long enough on the border between dreams and reality to be aware that it was in fact a pillow I had my arms around, but still have Ralph imposed over the pillow. Amazing how the mind works.