"Runaway. The blonde was his biological mum. His adoptive mum was the--"
Oh sweet Mary and all her wacky nephews. "--she had a big house. I hadn't realized it before, but I think she's been in more than one dream. The little boy ran away from her. Twice. The biological mother helped track him down."
Pause. Then, "...this is an unfair request, but if I can write down the dreams, will you help me put them into some sort of order? Not now. I wouldn't ask now; I mean, you've just had a shock, and I should probably clean the mess, but some time? You don't make me feel like I'm mad, a fact that I greatly appreciate."