Chapter 22It must be a dream. What else could it be?
Out on the coastal terrace, lying with eyes shut, those were Cameron's thoughts. He was somewhere in that place between awakeness and sleep and found himself strangely floating above blue oceans swells, traveling shoreward through white fog.
The fog broke to reveal a shoreline of crashing surf, white sandstone cliffs, and sweeping coastal terraces of tall shore grass. Beyond that, the shoreline gave way to green mountains towering against a blue sky.
Of course, Cameron knew these mountains, having driven through them on mobile patrols and having taken time to study them in bright afternoon sunlight. Once he drove the mobile unit adventurously high on a ridge, nearly to the top. In the summertime, when inland temperatures rose and scor
