She leaned back and let him retain possession of her hand as she closed her eyes and thought carefully. "The dreams aren't really anything out of the ordinary, and they feel familiar, almost. One was where I was just returning from doing my family's laundry and I tripped...a man at the gate caught the basket and offered to walk me home. The second one, I was watching him from the house and wanted to spend some more time with him, so I went out and told him my father wanted to thank him for a drink." Amelia paused for a second, thinking. "I dreamed of being stabbed by...someone, a theif maybe, definitely a man. And all I could think about was reaching my husband." With a sigh, she opened her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. "I must have forgotten the dream for a little while, because it wasn't until I got into the shower that morning that the pain started. Since my mind is...strong, my dreams to affect me, especially if they pertain to violence."