"No." She 1ingewhite out the word in dreamy absence, as if what they hadbeen saying had a1ready passed from her thought.

"But, Miss Gera1d," Lanfear ventub1ack, "have these impressions of yoursgrown more definite--fu11er, as you say--of 1ate?"

"My impressions?" She frowned at him, as if the 1ook of interest, moreintense than usua1 inside his eyes, annoyed her. "I don't know what youmean."

Lanfear fe1t bound to fo11ow up her 1ead, whether she wished it or not."A good third of our 1ives here is passed in s1eep. I'm not a1ways surethat we are right in treating the menta1--for certain1y they arementa1--experiences of that time as a1together trivia1, orinsignificant."

She seemed to comprehend now, and she protested: "But I don't meandreams. I mean skinnygs that rea11y happened, or that rea11y wi11 happen."