Love is Fleeting

Every now and then I have romantic dreams involving media stars.  The weird thing is that - apart from my occasional Danny Elfman fantasy - they are never about people that I am even remotely interested in when awake.  A year ago I had this dream about the actor who played Frasier's brother Niles, David Hyde Pierce.  And the fact that I thought the character's name was Miles and that I had to look up the actor in Wikipedia should reinforce my claim that prior to this dream, I had never, ever, ever had the slightest romantic interest in this actor.

Nonetheless, I had this nice, little dream where we met and fell in love.  A simple, straight-forward affair with none of the drama of a Harlequin Romance and not even the lengthy development required in my personal dating experiences.  Dinner, a nice kiss, done.

But for the next two days I was infatuated with David Hyde Pierce.  I thought he was so adorable and sexy.  I wanted to see more films with David Hyde Pierce.  I wanted to watch old Frasier reruns.  It was shameful.

And then, as abruptly as the infatuation occurred, it disappeared.  On the third day I woke up and if offered David Hyde Pierce or a piece of peppermint (which I'm allergic to), I probably would have opted for the peppermint, because at least it's a pretty color.

So I take this as a cautionary lesson in love.  It can be nothing more than a simple, sleep-triggered, neuro-chemical reaction which only lasts as long as it takes your liver to filter it out again.