How to put this. H told me he never dreams. Then he tells me he remembers a dream from the other night. He says there was a Cessna plane circling the park opposite and then he remembers thinking 'this won't end well' as the plane turned and headed for number 69, two doors down next to the photographer's and crashed making our house shake and tremble. He woke up with a start and heard me talking in my sleep, grumbling, 'for God's sake, every f*ckin' night.'