12 NEW YORKWhen Wayne woke up the following day. He showered and then phoned Emma’s room to ask whether she was ready to go down for breakfast. They met at a table in the dining room at nine thirty. Both were still flushed with the success they had enjoyed the previous evening, which they discussed in detail after ordering breakfast and coffee.
“Wayne, I actually dreamed about last night, did you too? It was fantastic, one of the best nights of my life”.
“It certainly was a fabulous night, no question about that, but I didn’t dream about it. I dreamed that I was back on the mountain… it was dark, and there was a storm brewing. The sky was swirling with ominous blue-black clouds against a full moon. I was just standing there… on a small rock, the one I first met Bob at. I had my arms out
