I arrived home a little later than usual last night. My partner and I fought our way to the finals of the local Friday night Luck of the Draw. I parked my car quietly and tiptoed my way into the bedroom where my wife and dog had fallen fast asleep hours earlier. Moments after slipping between the sheets I was out like a light. In my dream, dozens of understanding eyes followed as my wife walked slowly to the front of a crowded room. As she began to speak I must have rustled nervously in my slumber.