She was sitting smiling at the two women opposite again, watching their features move around their faces when she heard herself say, quite involuntarily, ‘I want to marry Wayne, do you mind if I ask him?’. The answer that came back and that was still on the top of her mind when she woke up the next day, was, ‘No, we don’t mind at all… In fact, we think that you were made for each other… soul mates. We are sure that you will fit in with our ways very nicely’.
She remembered Wayne’s advice on the two types of dream, but decided that she remembered the words from the kitchen table, not her bed. The thing was that she couldn’t remember it being said, because it always seemed to her that she did all the talking and they never said anything. Their thoughts just seemed to appear in her head, whi
