CHAPTER 25BARN DANCE
The effect was instantaneous. No nightmares, no wakeups in the middle of the night, and no night terrors—for weeks on end. And, hallelujah, no more hallucinations. Yes, Ryan still had a grueling summer call schedule to contend with, but he was actually getting a chance to catch up on his sleep on the intervening nights. He was ecstatic and grateful.
Thus, on a balmy late June morning, he burst into Ariana’s office—his grin taking up half of his face—and presented her with a case of top-of-the-line cabernet sauvignon and a bouquet of orchids. Not that he thought that the dream catcher was actually catching dreams, but the thing must have had one hell of a placebo punch to it, because he hadn’t slept this well for . . . well, since his father died.
“Oh, Dr. Brenan, yo
