Sunday, Apr. 13, 2003 | 11:04 AM

I wonder why I dream about them almost every day, and in the dreams it's still so unresolved. Because it has been resolved, more or less.

My mother told me she continued to dream about her ex-fiancee from the time she was 20 until her mid thirties-- long after she's married my father and had kids. Why is it that certain people haunt us? It's not the people so much, I think, but whatever trauma or deep impression they made upon you. It's not the knife itself, but the wound.

I find the prospect though of continuing to dream about this for the next ten to fifeen years rather irritating. And I hope my subconscious can work through whatever it needs to work through before then, so I can dream about something a bit more fun. Like bunnies and bears and ponies and ice cream sundeas.