Yeah. Alright, this is fucking confusing even to me so buckle up.
When I was in my 20s, I used some paid holiday time to take my kid brother and this guy, Count D, on a hot vacation to some tropical islands. And somehow two weeks passed and I didn't remember fucking any of it, but something obviously happened because the inhabitants of the island put out a huge paid add in the LA Times thanking me for saving them which was... Not the weirdest thing that ever happened to me, but pretty far up there.
Anyway, then I come to Vallo and shits fine until my girlfriend from another dimension showed up here. About a month or two after she got here I got these memories from another lifetime, and in this other lifetime I used to get these Dreams of my actual life.
And one time I Dreamed this fucking vacation and woke up with no memories of it which was fucked. But then sometime later I Dreamed it again, and actually managed to retain the memories that time. And it turns out that D ended up swapping consciousnesses with this mermaid, so she was wandering around in his body the whole time and was trying to warn the island that the volcano was going to erupt. I managed to help get everyone evacuated before the big eruption.
And then she wiped the memories of me, D, and my kid brother because people aren't supposed to remember mermaids.
Or that type of mermaid, at least. I definitely remember the one that ate a record producers dead wife, disguised itself as her, and then ate him too.