Book: Eyes of a blue dog

I'm the one that comes every night in your dreams and says, "eyes of a blue dog".

If we ever meet, you put your ear to my back when I sleep on my left side, and hear how I sound. I always wanted you to do.

So we meet with her for several years now. Sometimes in the moment when we find each other in the labyrinth of dreams, someone out there, drop to the floor, a spoon, and we Wake up. Little by little we come to terms with a sad truth - our friendship depends on very prosaic things. Any spoon at dawn can put an end to our short meeting.

I'm so afraid, 'she said,' that this room could dream somebody else, and he's all messed up here.

"I want to touch you," I repeated. "You'll ruin everything, and was terrified. - Touch Wake us, and we don't meet again". - "Hardly,' I said. - You only need to put my head on the pillow, and we'll see you again"

You're an amazing person, she said. - You never remember my dreams.