I didn't dare tell Wendy about the strange dreams I was having. I felt that my actions in the dreams were a form of emotional infidelity. While many men fantasize about having multiple wives, those dreams were too real for me to dismiss as mere fantasies.
As I lived in the city, my dreams became more frequent. I often felt dazed, and even in broad daylight, those dreams would flood my mind. I felt like I was lost in them, which made it almost impossible for me to work.
An inexplicable pain gnawed at me like maggots burrowing into my bones, making it hard to breathe. More than once, I had the terrifying thought of abandoning everything, including my family and my love, and fleeing San Diego to search for the mysterious island in my dreams somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.
I felt like I was
