The patter of raindrops on the glass window shook Anders abruptly, waking him from his sleep.
“What’s wrong, Dom?”
He had jolted up so suddenly that he had woken the sleeping woman next to him. Maki covered herself up conservatively with the blanket as she attended to him.
“Every time it rains, I have a bad dream about a woman. But I can’t see her face clearly and I don’t know who she is to me.”
Maki shrugged. “It’s just a dream, Dom. From a scientific point of view, the brain uses images of people you have seen before and recreates them in dreams. So maybe this woman could be someone you have seen. She could be a commuter on the subway when you were on the way to work. Or she could be a shopkeeper who sold you a can of Coke.”
“That makes sense, Maki.” He hugged her tightly.
“But it just feels so real. Like I really knew her.”
“Well, there’s also another possibility, but I don’t know if you believe in such things.”
“What’s that?”