“That time I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom as fast as I could, and promptly threw my guts up. The dream had been so vivid that I half expected to see blood and bits of flesh in the toilet bowl.” He paused, and gave Anneke an apologetic look. “Sorry—all this is pretty graphic. Like a horror film or something. But anyway, there wasn’t anything that, you know, you wouldn’t expect to be there when you’re sick. When I was done vomiting, I drank what felt like a gallon of water, took a shower, and got dressed. No way did I want to risk falling asleep and going back into the same nightmare. It was awful.”
Anneke nodded. “Yes, I can understand that. So that’s twice, and things already escalated. Can I assume the next time it happened, it was even worse?”
“Unbelievably, yes. It was an
