“I will always remember that particular cold, grey autumn morning…” So begins Michael’s recollection of the time when his best friend Julian, a young man from a respectable English family, was tormented by a recurring nightmare. What are our dreams? Are they just some random snap shots of our life events which happened previously, or are they something of more import? Might we be better to pay attention to them as a means of remembering our past or understanding our future?