"I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time."
~Quoted by Hobbes of Calvin and Hobbes

It is the oddest thing. A month ago, I awoke, heart racing, in a sweat, from a bad dream. As I lay, stunned, trying to breathe and calm down, a voice called my name, and I rushed to my daughter's side as she woke up from her own bad dream. And so I comforted her. Two nights ago, the same. Another nightmare, from which I awoke only to have my daughter call me in distress a moment later. Another bad dream for her. How did it happen? What are the connections here?