He touched the rim of his hat, adjusted it on his head. "I figured I should tell you . . . " He trailed off. It was her right to know, because the memory had obviously been hers. But he took a moment to wonder if that was what she needed right now.

" . . . like I said, strange dreams are practically the norm here." He finished lamely. Then: "What was yours like? In general." He didn't often ask such questions, but he did it this time anyway.