"Agreed." Will needed to move, and began to pace around the office, hoping Dr. Lecter would understand. "I don't believe I've spoken to anybody else specifically who's had dreams, just heard about them over this network thing."
Something did come back to him, though. Just barely, looking at the doctor's paintings and deeply colored walls. "For myself, I mean, the dream about getting stabbed was frightening. And yet there were moments of peace." Will looked over at the doctor. "The dream interrupted by Mr. Crawford, whoever he might be. I was working alone in the crime lab, mind entirely focused on my job. I remember feeling pleased. Full on happy, even."