His voice sounded urgent. I’d just woken him and on opening his eyes he immediately started talking, something about Latin America. It was a trip, he said, that I’d mentioned on my website and it would need to be changed. It seemed plausible, coherent. He was awake, his eyes alert. But it was from another experience, world even. And not mine, his. Is that nonsense? he asked. No, I said, it was just a dream. Just a dream.
