A memoirist and a fiction writer sit down at a picnic table.
There, in the park, high above the valley, they discover that they both have the same recurring dream:
A large wave overtakes them at sea.
(Does everyone have this dream?)
“I got rid of mine,” I say of the nightmare that’s haunted me for years. “One night, I turned to face the wave and it never came back again.”
“Oh, mine isn’t a nightmare,” says the fiction writer. “I just let the wave take me.”