He received a phone call during the night. She was anxious. Needed to talk to him. “Ever dream this man?” That man seemed to be the key element of the puzzle. He was in the very center of our minds. I don’t remember if I had seen him. At that time, in my bed, the difference between dream and day was vanishing. And the question seemed absurd to me. But, even though, I could feel something strange oscillating inside me. An ocean of sound waves. I am sure it reverberated through and out of time.