McClane looked away.
"Do you ever dream about him, Charlotte?"
"Never. Not now. I used to. I dreamed about him once three nights running."
He looked at her sharply. "Could you tell me what you dreamed?"
She told him her three dreams.
"You don't suppose they meant anything?" she said.
"I do. They meant that part of you was kicking. It knew all the time what he was like and was trying to warn you."
"To keep me off him?"
"To keep you off him."
"I see…. The middle one was funny. It happened. The day we were in
Bruges. But I can't make out the first one with that awful woman in it."