SYLVIA
I could tell you a dream.
HYMAN
I’m not trained to ...
SYLVIA
I’d like to, can I?—I have the same one every night just as I’m falling asleep.
HYMAN
Well... all right, what is it?
SYLVIA
I’m in a street. Everything is sort of gray. And there’s a crowd of people. They’re packed in all around, but they’re looking for me.