Chapter VIIt was late and Adam wanted to leave. There wasn't anything I could think of to say that might lessen his obvious anguish, or ease the pain he was feeling. I politely offered him the possibility that it might have been no more than an intense dream.
“A dream?” he responded, “I live everyday now trying to convince myself it was a dream, a very real dream in which I lived another man's life, fell in love with this other man's wife and died an old man in his bed, as him. I just can't get myself to believe it was only a dream”.
“Adam, what else could it have been?” I replied. “As your friend I am asking you to realize that this thing that is overwhelming you was no more than a very intense and magnified dream, and nothing more. The laws of logic defy it to be anything more than wha
