...that I was in an old gangster-style car with Humphrey Bogart. He was driving around on these endless colorless streets and told me he'd save me the trouble of explaining everything. He told me how I was the one who killed Maxine, but my twin sister had taken the fall for it. He illustrated how I had blackmailed my way out of that trouble with the Carson boys since I was the person who had seen Regan that night in the office with Berniece. He just kept talking. All these intricate plots seemed right on the mark at first, but as he talked he started mentioning names I had never even heard of and all these ludicrously entwined plots, and always driving down these dark grey streets. It wasn't too long before my head was dimly nodding. I realized I had fallen asleep when I began to dream...

...of how I met Augusta one last time amongst the evening trees at Sancéry, and sorrowed with each other over what had been, and as we passed through the formal garden to the sound of unseen harpsichords we turned behind a fomydrangea and there found our graves side by side, open and empty. And so we lay down, united as we had never been in life, and dreamed...

...that I was most honorably and dutifully stumbling along the village boardwalk on a true but unsteady course carrying me to one o me miserably routine early morning tribunals to reassure me goodly woman I have been faithful, and to become sober, following a full evening of whoring and bingeing with Ben Johnson and his band of gay fellows when I espied a shop window wherebehind there cooled assundry panned pastries pulled fresh from the oven, and the sweet aromas of peach, plum, apple,and boysenberry shamelessly abducted me from the street and I found meself dragged, against my will, and forced to position my heavy beast of burden upon a stool before a counter upon which was positioned a succulently plump apple pastry whereby the hot juices were tantalizingly seething beneath its thin sugary crust while a shapely young wench looked on, with batter in bowl in hand while she brushed aside a rogue strand of unrepentent hair from beside her floured nose and smiled sich a come hither smile I was abashed and ... and quite beside myself as to what action to take.

"Milady," I began, "It is true, by night I am an uninhibited bachelor whom the tavern women adore, but by day I remain a devoted husband and father, for even an unremorseful sinner such as myself must do his penance. While you madam, are without shame to have enticed me, as you have, into this your den of iniquity, through the unabashed advertising of your many uncomparable wares, for I am a weak man who cannot resist succumbing to my numerous vices, however, I assure you all that I require from you is a SPOON."

That being my utensil of choice, when consummating pie.  

"Spoon? With you!" she scorned. "I should live to see the day. Why, I am a lady! While you, Sir, are a boor!" and she violently cudgeled me over the cranial dome with a giraffe-handled heavily-wooden spatulate-shaped spoon, rendering me unconscious, whereas my face dropped forward into the apple pie, whereafter, I dreamt...

...I was in a small stone cell with no windows, I flew at the metal door and kicked it with my feet to make as much noise as I could. The door opened banging against the wall in the silence that followed several yellow budgerigars squeezed in through the opening. Backing me up against the wall they began to sing till I slid once more to the floor to sleep and dream...

…that my yacht was running down-wind surfing at top speed over the giant waves just a few miles off the coastline. With both hands steadily on the tiller the vibration from the rudder spread all the way down to my wet toes and made me feel warm all over in spite the cold spray hitting me violently and more or less constantly. The dawn was still an hour away so I could not see much in the poor moonlight shining through to the lee-side of the main-sail. The moon was almost full but temporarily hiding behind my main-sail so the deck and cockpit were just barely reflecting the blue light in a mysterious way and the breaking waves around me were glistering with a cold, bluish sparkle. I checked the compass and the distance to the coastline and noticed we were well on course but not yet able to spot the Lighthouse at Eddystone Rocks. Then all of a sudden I heard a strange noise like ‘TWANG’ and felt a shaking going through the hull and looked up at my bottom-reefed main-sail. The ship started rocking from side to side and was finally leaning over at lee-wards in a spectacular and very inconvenient way and I shouted: ALL HANDS ON DECK at the top of my voice to wake up my crewmates…. And that's when I woke up finding myself lying on the floor beside the bed and the misses looking down at me asking what in the whole world was going on. I mumbled something unheard and went to the bathroom to empty my overfilled bladder and then back to bed where I finally managed to fall asleep again after a while and dreamt that…….