Me: what is the name of that girl who followed me around town – the bar, the golf course, the hammock in the sand trap – doting on every word and wanting to look behind my aviator sunglasses?

Yes, it was a dream. No, it did not exist in the same universe as Lurlene, nor was there boinking – more like groupie/stalker. Yes, it was a welcome diversion from a vignette earlier in the night about the current plumbing difficulties – everything with a drain is offline, which means exactly what you think it does: